Pissed

Working my ass off not just physically but mentally and promoting everything I possibly can for this little black dress shop the founder which I am at the assistant to has the audacity to not understand that my nephew shot himself in the head my aunt is dying from cancer as I type and wants to bitch and complain to me because I'm not there to help him to go through his inventory not there to entertain him and listen to his theories about the government not there to watch him smoke his weed and I'm not stupid watch me bend over and look at my tits yes its a job I've been there for who knows what 4 days off work and he wants to send me a text message saying he's going to have to find somebody new because I had to rush off because somebody else in my family was dying telling me I have no interest in this company when everybody I see I give a business card too let's not forget I did not sign a discretion I did not sign a piece of paper saying that his trade secrets would stay out of my mouth so if he wants to get ugly he's messed with the wrong person I can get just as fucking ugly okay done venting