My family doesn’t give a shit about me so I have no one else to tell this too so I’ll give be giving updates on this situation. I started this job today and I already want them all dead. I’m apart of this program that helps retards get employed and I’m doing this “trial work experience”. It was going okay at first I guess, this mayo brunette Stacy with a fat ass is my “job coach”, she was showing me what to do and shit.
It was all going well until break time, apparently there’s two other trainees under this job coach I have, two foids. One was this short cute mayo girl with glasses, and you can tell she has some degree of mental retardation, and one is this spic girl with a fat butt and tight jeans that seems to have speech problems. I thought about talking to the short mayo girl when I was alone with her in the break room to try and see what she’s about, but I was too nervous. The spic girl was still working and me and the mayo girl were on break I guess. She didn’t say anything to me of course, didn’t even look at me.
After break was over, I didn’t know if I was supposed to wait for the job coach to get back or head back out so after the 15 minute break, 3 minutes passed. The job coach comes back and this annoying HTN mayo co worker came by too. The Stacy job coach was asking me what happened, and I was saying that I didn’t know if I was supposed to wait or not, then her and the HTN joked about it a bit then they gave us both 3 more minutes. Then the HTN normie had the audacity to tell me “she doesn’t have her phone bro, you’re in charge of getting you both back to work, man up”. I wanted to slit his throat and rape this autistic foid, how dare he talk to me like that.
Anyways after that incident, the 3 minutes pass. The job coach returns and we resume the shift. The Job coach said it was time to get back to work, and the autistic foid says “yayyy!!” In a childish tone. She’s an adult but I think she’s developmentally delayed. No one on the face of the earth is happy to be a wagie unless they have childlike innocence. I go back tomorrow, I’m dreading it. Maybe wage slavery is the push I need to finally rope.
One more thing was the manager, looked at me for half a second as I was doing the work and says “oh god another one?” to the co worker, the co worker tells her that I was with the Stacy Job coach, the store manager then introduces herself to me as if she didn’t just feel disgusted by my looks and mental retardation. The manager was a fat sheboon. I don’t even get an identity, only a classification.
It was all going well until break time, apparently there’s two other trainees under this job coach I have, two foids. One was this short cute mayo girl with glasses, and you can tell she has some degree of mental retardation, and one is this spic girl with a fat butt and tight jeans that seems to have speech problems. I thought about talking to the short mayo girl when I was alone with her in the break room to try and see what she’s about, but I was too nervous. The spic girl was still working and me and the mayo girl were on break I guess. She didn’t say anything to me of course, didn’t even look at me.
After break was over, I didn’t know if I was supposed to wait for the job coach to get back or head back out so after the 15 minute break, 3 minutes passed. The job coach comes back and this annoying HTN mayo co worker came by too. The Stacy job coach was asking me what happened, and I was saying that I didn’t know if I was supposed to wait or not, then her and the HTN joked about it a bit then they gave us both 3 more minutes. Then the HTN normie had the audacity to tell me “she doesn’t have her phone bro, you’re in charge of getting you both back to work, man up”. I wanted to slit his throat and rape this autistic foid, how dare he talk to me like that.
Anyways after that incident, the 3 minutes pass. The job coach returns and we resume the shift. The Job coach said it was time to get back to work, and the autistic foid says “yayyy!!” In a childish tone. She’s an adult but I think she’s developmentally delayed. No one on the face of the earth is happy to be a wagie unless they have childlike innocence. I go back tomorrow, I’m dreading it. Maybe wage slavery is the push I need to finally rope.
One more thing was the manager, looked at me for half a second as I was doing the work and says “oh god another one?” to the co worker, the co worker tells her that I was with the Stacy Job coach, the store manager then introduces herself to me as if she didn’t just feel disgusted by my looks and mental retardation. The manager was a fat sheboon. I don’t even get an identity, only a classification.
