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I'm R.C. I'm 25. I go to college in Honolulu.

I love movies (film references litter my everyday speak, I find it hard to communicate otherwise), writing (moleskines and 0.38mm pens are love), and some comicbooks (Scott Pilgrim and Harley Quinn dominate my perspective on narratives).

This blog is mainly for long-winded entries about my day, and photos taken with my Sony CyberShot.


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    11 December 11

    This Job Sucks

    I’ve been told by nearly every customer I approach and every co-worker I’ve ever had, that I’m the sweetest person they’ve ever met. I go out of my way to be nice to people, to make sure they’re finding everything alright, etc. But for some reason my manager seems to have made it his duty to be the most fucking-asshole to me. I drove home tonight in tear because he spent most of his shift criticizing my sales, degrading me, and being confrontational. He even told me that I deserve that kind of treatment because I’m making the most mistakes out of everyone there. I really don’t understand it, I only work two days a week and it’s his responsibility to keep things in order. I feel like he’s blaming me for things that are under his control.

    What makes matters worse is that he’s done this before— my co-worker was constantly degraded and forced to tears on many occasions. She ended up getting let go because she couldn’t take it anymore.

    I really have no choice but to step away from my job.
    This fucking sucks. 

    1. sylentword reblogged this from horrorbot and added:
      like that, some men just refuse...see women succeed, and miserable people just love
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    Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh. Graphics by Horrorbot.