Today immediately after my lunch, that self righteous annoying lil dip s**t had the nerve to tell me off. She said that I have to make sure there are enough carts before I go to lunch. But at the time that b***h told me that, there were so many carts that more carts would not even fit. Then she told me that if I need help, ask. (Rolls eyes). She said that the head cashier could not find me. (I was in the litterbox for 26 and 22 minutes, but that's not new or unusual.). There have been five different front end supervisors in my four years at home Depot and the current one is the only one petty and stupid enough to tell me not to push the carts behind the building.
Now I am afraid to go to the litterbox on the clock.
Maybe I will end up defecating in my pants because now I am afraid that if I go to the litterbox on the clock, I will get made redundant, s**t
Maybe she's biased against me or maybe she just doesn't like me. It doesn't have to be "discrimination". Everyone has subconscious biases and nobody has perfect perception and interpretation.
Today, 12:00 am
