Almost two years ago, I've started working for a landscaping company, cleaning parking lots. It was the best job for me, at the time. The female supervisor was and is still a real prick. She thinks that she's the boss, and she tries to make all the rules. She feels that she can treat everybody the same harsh way, that she treated the prisoners in the jail that she worked at. (She was a prison warden for five years). She tares through the spirits of everybody with her Ego. Four people have already quit, because of her. Now she tells me that I can't listen to music, when I'm working, because of ONE isolated incident, where I didn't hear somebody talking to me, and now her stupid reasoning is, "Your music is too much of a distraction for you." I get more of a distraction from the nasty voices of my childhood going through my head. I've been thinking of moving on, since October and I should have moved on, the day that I felt the need to bring my music to work, in early to mid November. I cut my right shoulder on Monday morning, because of her, the moment after, I've thought about why I can't die, because of my outer and inn beauty. These are the places that I'd like to work:
Beauty salons
Dog grooming salons
Music stores
Factories
Warehouses
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The Family Enigma