I woke up very early on Monday, to like physically preper myself for work, my boss Mr Alfred has been a real dick for the past last week, and know he was making me work, like twice the job I was doing before, well. Change of plans for him couse I plan of quiting today.
What!
Who the hell is going to pay for everything we've been buying.
Daisy was ready to blow off on me, bitch I just fucking ordered a fucking four ponds velvet cake, and well I would have paid for it myself butt.... I spent too much on my birthday, so my dad's like super pissed off and now he has restricted my credit card, and am so broke, she said in between tears, like her voice was literally breaking off, and the only friend I can relay on is now telling me she's going to quit her job! Wait why the fuck would you do that. She was passing around the room, and she was starting to make me fell dizzy, by the way she was moving so much.
I was the one quiting my job, I was the one who would have to go on looking for a new job, and maybe I would not even get one soon, which meant I would also be going broke soon, and she was that one feeling the pressure! Like fuck.
Now I was really getting pissed off.
Fuck Daisy!
Your staying in my house, I buy groceries, and half the things you need. Nothing your saying is making me change my mind, quitting my job and then we both are going to get new respectable jobs you hear me..
That's what friends do, she mumbled.
But I clearly heard her, get out, and go get ready, were both leaving, you have two hours, and don't make me late.
Your going to quit your job, who the hell care's if your late.