I correct their mistakes, but no one corrects mine. Why endure this hell? (Evan)
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Date: April 15th, 2025 1:10 AM Author: Exhilarant trailer park mad-dog skullcap
They show up late, take loud calls on speaker, butcher shelf labels, and treat every shift like it’s optional.
And somehow "I'm" the problem.
Tabitha calls me into the breakroom again—“tone issues.”
Apparently reminding Kalisha to break her boxes down is systemic hostility now.
Meanwhile, they get promoted.
I get audited.
I graduated near the top of my class...
Now I stock hummu$ next to Lourdes and pretend I don’t hear them mocking me in Spanish.
The scanner's broken again.
The air smells like tilapia.
My clipboard’s cracked.
They never fix my mistakes.
Why must I endure this?
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Date: April 15th, 2025 1:18 AM Author: Exhilarant trailer park mad-dog skullcap Subject: (Clause 9.2 Applies Here)
And yet, Evan, you’re still standing in the fluorescent hum—doing the checklist, muttering in the breakroom, reeking of Tilapia and broken potential.
"They" send money home.
"You?" Well, you're a faggot - one who sends Slack messages to Tabitha that she doesn’t read.
"They" get frustrated when Western Union fails.
"You" get existential when the scanner skips a beep.
"You" call them filthy.
But "they" leave.
"You" stay.
So, ask yourself:
Are "You" managing the store...or haunting it?
This is fine.
But you’re not.
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