I work my ass off.
Running from one end of the store to the other.
Helping out in cash.
Today I let my blood sugar get a little low and it got busy so I was unable to buy anything to boost it.
By the time 11:15 rolled around I was shaking and sweat was beading on my forehead.
I called K from the till and asked if I could shut down and get something to eat because I was about to pass out.
Which is when she told me Karen wanted to go for her break.
I started early.
I always take my breaks after her.
Today that was not an option.
She threw a hissy fit and wanted to know why I got to go first.
Of course I got special treatment.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I would like to know the last time that you broke a sweat while at work.
She came to my till and stood there annoyed that she had to jump in for me.
Karen: So what’s going on with you.
Me (snapping): I want to go for my break and eat. I am about to pass out.
Karen (oozing smarminess): Oh well we don’t want that to happen.
The two women in my line up looked at her and looked at me raising their eyebrows.
I finished with the one lady and told the next one Karen would be taking over.
I had two chicken fingers, a Rockstar Fruit Punch energy drink and 1 cup of Reese’s Pieces Jumbo peanut butter cup.
It took about 10 minutes for me to settle and feel my levels come back up.
And Karen was mad she had to wait for me to come back before she could go for her break.
At 1 p.m. she called to ask me when I was going for lunch because she wanted to go.
I told her to given that I never take my lunch break much before 2-2:30.
I realize that I should let it go.
I should not let her get under my skin.
And I really wish that I could.
But I work with her all week long.
And she is forever nattering and bitching.
Maybe I will have to go all Kids in the Hall on her and crush her head.
Picture is my own
Video via Youtube