Faragon's blog

I work in a petstore. Not very long, not for long.
Friday is suposed to be my last day.
Today I was cheerful. I was whistling and singing. I had a good time. I checked something with my boss just before closing time. She got mad at me and told me not to mingle with that. I just wanted to know what she wanted me to do, but once again, I was told not to do things that are better/best for the animals by her. What bugs me the most about it, is that I was told to do it that way to begin with.
This is the umpth time it has happened.

I don’t feel like going to work in the morning. I just don’t want to get shouted at, over asking how to do something to my boss’ liking, again and again and again.
I wish I could be really tough and yell at her and quit, in front of customers and stuff.
How ever, that was not how I was brought up, therefor, it is not how I will behave.

I will play nice. Whatever tomorrow might bring, it’s only two more days with her. Even though I offered to help with some issues that were backlogged next week.

She can go up the Christmas tree! (Dutch pun)