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1 week ago · · Stress, · Explicit
I don't want to be your friend anymore, let alone your roommate. We used to get along fine but now you have an assistant manager position that I turned down several times. I told you exactly why I turned it down, and you come home and complain to me about all the reasons I didn't want the job. First off, I warned you. Second, I'm sorry "your employees" don't listen to a word you say, but that doesn't mean you can come home and try to boss me around. Yes, OUR apartment needs cleaned. OUR apartment. That doesn't mean when I'm doing school work you can say I do nothing at all and need to clean every room in the place. Bitch you made the fucking mess too and I don't see you lifting a finger. I am not your child, or "employee." Nor am I apartment fucking manager, or a janitor. I am your roommate. Don't come home and act like my boss, mother, or entitled fucking princess just because you took a powerless job at work with a "title." You're nothing but glorified staff, and I told you that would be the case when you took the position. Also, I'm sorry you had to switch to an easier major because your job takes up all your time. But I warned you. Every single call off that happens, you will be the one covering the shift. You will be on the floor during all of your office days because the place is severely understaffed due to poor management. AKA YOU. 😂 If you treat your employees like shit, they won't come in. It doesn't help that they get paid less than a fast food job for more work, but that's shitty healthcare for you. I warned you that the actual manager doesn't do shit, and takes week long vacations once a month. I told you they will delegate all of their duties on to you, and somehow you have to manage taking care of disabled people on top of all the office work, with no office days. I told you not to take the job, because it's not worth it. You might as well be Assistant TO the Resident Manager. 😂🤣 The point I'm trying to make is, stop complaining to me about the shit that I warned you about. I knew it was coming, and I don't care. Stop treating me like a child. We are the same. Yes. The exact same. Except, when I finish the degree I'm working towards, I'll be your fucking boss. So maybe you shouldn't have let all that power go to your head in the first place. Maybe you should have just heeded my warning and got the fuck out of there when you had the chance. But you'd rather make 13 measley dollars an hour at a shit job, than 100k a year plus travel expenses. Sorry you couldn't see the bigger picture. I tried to help but I can only do so much. Ultimately your choices are your demise. Rant over.