The Assistant Manager Of Hell

The Assistant Manager of Hell

I'm​ thinking​ of quitting my job. An assistant manager with a strikeing resemblance to the fedora NAZI from Raiders loves to knock over my shit, talk to me like a dog, and honestly. Her clammy pig like eyes leer at me in a semi-erotic, yet unwelcome fashion. There's a ton of reasons, but she's the sole one. Basically it's like having a will to kick ass and chew bubblegum and kick ass. But the bully tied you up with the string ball tether, and beat you in the courtyard. Everyone appalled on your side. But are three feet smaller then the held back asshole feeding you knees to the cock. Basically I have an assistant manager who likes to mess with us, and berate us, and sabotage our work. So she can't ever be replaced. And while our general manager tries to keep us with carrots. He attempts try to attract assistant managers to get the bitch fired. But he's been fucked for months, and doesn't want to work 100hrs a week. He needs her, we are expendable for his honestly more valuable sanity. But at this point, she has insured I'm basically stuck between her knocking grease buckets around for me to clean up. Or her disgusting stares that have went from being cute to downright offensive. Worst of all, she pulls rank, as a reason to stare at my ass for fifteen minutes at a time. It's fucked. I would honestly take it with way more grace if I didn't know she picked on high school kids the same way. GROSS! I guess in a sense I'm floating a question of my relationship with Ms Wendy? She's kind of a bitch. Either way, you'll probably know I've quit if you see more activity on this blog this week. More art and shit. You'll know I stayed if you just see a ton of activity a week from now if the mega cunt doesn't force this week's new hires to hang themselves either. I plan on trying to post more either way. If the week is me still slapping burgers. You may get some time lapse drawings from my new camera setup I got for you guys! See you all in hell!