Do I look like I break easy? The answer is no, if there was a question.

I'm suppose to be asleep right now, but I'm a little wound up from my interaction with my manager at work. 

We were having a discussion that went a little something like this. 

Manager: Blah, blah, blah, plus ten.

Me: What is the plus ten for? 

Manager: It goes towards house.

Me: Yeah, and so does the other money I'm about to pay you.

Manager: That's how they (upper management) trained me.

Me: I could just refuse pay if you want to be like that.

Manager: Yeah, and you could not work here anymore.

Me: I haven't refuse payed the entire time I've worked here.

Manager: That's a pretty good record. 

Me: It is and I would hate to refuse pay on all of your shifts.

Manager: Ok, pay blah, blah, blah...

Me: How about you suck my asshole till that amount comes out.

Manager: Wow, I don't do that.

Me: Yeah and any change I swallowed as a child has probably passed, so you might be there for a while. 

Mangaer: I put clay in my ears as a kid, did you?

Me: Do I look like an idot?

Manager: I was a kid.

Me: Again, do I look like an idiot.

Manager: I'm going to bring clay next time I work.

Me: Why?

Manager: So I can put it in your ears, how does that sound.

Me: Sounds like a lawsuit if I've ever heard one. So how much do I owe you again.

Manager: How about blah +5 

Me: Fine but now I have to go back to my locker and get the five so you need to wait.

*****Intermission***** better make sure you didn't leave something on the stove.

Me: You know I'm not completely unreasonable right?

Manager: Why would you say that?

Me: I just wanted to make sure we were not ending tonight on a bad note.

Manager: I might just go home and cry.

Me: Wouldn't be the first time.

Manager: Oh, you think you have that kind of power

Me: In my head (Fucker, duh!) I just might you never know.

Manager: I have thick skin.

Me: Your going to need it.

Manager: Don't worry I'll change you.

Me: Really? I fucking doubt that. I don't  fucking break.

Manager: You will.

Me: Sweetheart there happen to be a whole bunch of us, and only one of you. Good Luck.

Manager: I will you'll see.

Me: That's what they all say...shit apparently we gave one a heart attack. Have a nice night.

This is not the first time someone said they could break me this weekend. It is however the first time I've lost my temper in a while. I don't paticularly like my finances fucked with during the slow season. Also apparently no one warned about my damn temper and how fucking vicious I can actually be. Considering that I'm not drunk, or high, or stupid, I'm not falling for his hustle, such a bad idea, messing with me I'm not horribly slow with my lines or my insults anymore. FUCK I hate leaving work in a bad mood especially after I had a really fun night with my girls.

Now I'm especially mad that I'm not going to be as rested as I would like for class tomorrow. 

That was the other thing. I said I wanted to leave and he called me a quitter. I have a relatively early class you little shit stain, and I've been here since 6pm. I also have a ton of shit to do tomorrow so it's not like I can sleep all fucking day. I mean I might catch a nap on campus and risk looking homeless. So where exactly is my quitting spirit in that. 

Sometimes people are complete idiots.