Hard Days

You ever have one of those hard days, where no one seems to care about your feelings, when you are made to feel worthless?

I did yesterday. Suffice it to say, I came about this close to walking out of my fast-food job yesterday.

Let me say this: If you are a manager, and you yell at your employees, call them names, use any permutation of the F-word to get them to do things...you deserve to sit in San Quintin for the rest of your life, in a cell between Charles Manson and O.J. Simpson, with no food or water, with William Hung giving you a lapdance in the nude.

That is all.