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| THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS. |
[Jan. 4th, 2009|11:21 pm] |
It has been an interesting few days here. Beginning on Thursday night, I sent ( this ) email to Steve Zerilli, the owner of TPC and United Pet Supply. By friday morning at about 10 30, shit started to go down. Mr. Zerilli was on the phone with Chris basically saying, "WTF IS GOING ON IN YOUR STORE?!" He sent someone from DPA to count he puppies in the store and demanded that Chris get her shit together ASAP.
Chris then called me to ask if I could bring puppies to milford. No, I could not bring puppies to milford because I had things to do before I had to go into work. So Janine put 6 crates and 20 puppies in her car and drove to Milford. By the time I made it in at 1:30 or so, Chris was in a frenzy trying to get the store in order for fear of a DPA inspection.
And the dead puppy was still in the freezer. So I took her to Dr. Baff's for the autopsy.
The first words Chris said to me when I got back to the store were, "I've never been so happy to see you in my life." Funny. She wouldn't have been thinking that way if she knew that I was the cause of all of her trouble.
She begged me to fix the DPA books and check all of the med records and make sure everything was in order. Apparently I'm the only one who knows how to run the store. What irony.
For whatever reason, someone decided to blame all of this craziness on Steph... I could not tell you why. So all the while I'm fixing the store, Chris is talking shit about Steph. How she screwed the store and who does she think she is, calling DPA and talking to the owner? All the while I'm smiling to myself and at all the trouble I have caused.
But don't think I didn't speak up to defend Steph because I did. She is the one who helped me out when I was having a huge moral dilemma. She reminded me of the open-door policy and OH BOY DID I TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT.
After I fixed everything in that fucking store, Chris was so grateful that I knew how to do my job. Even today she was still going on and on about how mad she was that she actually had to get her shit together. Shit talking about how the DPA was coming and how we were completely screwed.
I don't care what anyone thinks about this, I did what was best for the animals. The chi dying was the last straw. I will deal with being treated like shit as an employee but I will not let the management's ignorance cause the puppies to suffer. A lot of people... those who know what I did... are very proud of me. Those that don't know are those who would have a cow if they found out. |
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| Enough is Enough. |
[Jan. 1st, 2009|04:14 pm] |
I just got off the phone with Kasi. There are 70 dogs in the store because we had to take Poughkeepsie's inventory. Okay, whatever, stores are closing, fine, I'll deal with it.
Well I also found out that my name was in Janine's mouth all morning. She was telling everyone that I talk mad shit about everyone in the store. First of all, I do not talk shit. I say only things that are true and I don't say them unless I've already talked to the person they're about. Second of all, Janine, you don't even fucking know me. Shut the fuck up and you would be best to keep my name out of your mouth unless you want something else in your mouth as well. Like my dick, bitch.
Don't include me in your stupid fucking drama, I am above all of that shit. The only reason you have a job is because you are Chris' daughter's girlfriend and I think that's total bullshit. And after all of the help I've given you, you're going to turn around and doublecross me? PLEASE. You do NOT want to mess with me. I could fucking CRUSH you, and I don't need to do it in a fight for it to be effective.
YOU are calling ME a hypocrite? Fuck, PLEASE. At least I'm not a cunt sucking cum dumpster, you whore. Someone needs to shut you the fuck up and it might as well be me.
This entry was started 2 50 and it's not 4 02. In the time spent typing it up, though not too long, I've held a long conversation with Jasmin and Sam and Karyn and Cat. Via phone conversations and text. I still need to talk to Jamie, but that will happen tomorrow.
I have already decided what I'm going to say to Janine and it starts with, "So would you like to tell me why you were talking shit about me yesterday?" and will end with, "You would be best to keep my name out of your mouth."
Fuck. This may be my quitting point. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2008|01:55 am] |
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Oh boy, do I have a dilemma. |
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