Tuesday was so much worse.
Let me tell you, I work with the most unreliable people. Picture this: we're working together, and you say, "Hey, let me quickly grab something; I'll be back."
Okay, cool. But then you leave at 1:30 PM and don't come back until 2:50 PM.
Are you serious?
No, because the level of unseriousness is absolutely insane! What do you mean you disappeared for nearly two hours?
And, on top of that, I told you I was planning to have lunch, but you still pulled this stunt? The audacity!
This wasn't even the worst part. It was just the beginning of the nonsense. Of course, I gave her a piece of my mind.
One thing about me? I don't care about your attitude or how offended you look. I'll say what I need to say unless it'll get me punished or, worse, fired.
Because let's be real—I hate being punished. I especially hate working overtime. I already dislike my job enough as it is.
But here's the kicker, the worst part of the day...