An exercise in venting.

so, i got one the other day. Now, I'm the kind of person that if i do something wrong, you can call me on it. I do try to accept criticism as well as praise. But when we read her survey (for the sake of this I'm going to call her A) It was clear that she used me as the scapegoat for her problems with where i work.

To sum it all up, she has an allergy to something within Lysol (which we spray in the back, and leave the door open when we clean.) and some of the customers (Not the employees, mind you) told her to keep the door closed so the heat doesn't get out.

i should also note that we don't use Lysol to clean the store. and even if we did we clean the store before we open or after we close.

In response, I ended up writing this piece of poetry.

and if you see this A, you're a selfish wench.

What do you do

when a day goes smooth

why is it always at the end

that things go wrong

where did i make a mistake

to where you took out your rage over years

at an entire company

out on me.

it's funny, you see

because you think that your background somehow

makes you better

that your accomplishments make you different

that you'll be able to stand out from the crowd

of people that i see every day

but no. that's a bigger lie than Mark McGuire saying he never took steroids

you won't be living rent free in my mind

but, you've pissed me off and today i have time

for you and those like you, needy, selfish, complaining all the time.

it will take a lot more than you and your kind

to defeat or dissuade me.