Yeah fukk this bullshyt ass job, I do the manual labor in the store and these fukking cacs that work in the other departments treat me like a slave or some shyt, like "oh dont talk to the field nikkas they below us". I srsly wanna fight some of these bytches when i walk by them 50 times and they dont say "hello" or some fukk shyt like that, or look down at the ground, shyt makes me so mad bruh.
Sometimes randomly they'll say hello or smile and I'll hit them with the
cause fukk them. And I know i'm not just imagining this shyt because im cool with all the other black people in the store, like literally every other black person, cept this house nikka who I seen with her mixed baby(not calling her a house nikka because she dates white people btw, i dont care who you date but she's a house nikka, I cant explain how i know, I just know)
I swear imma come to work one day and fight someone man, the only people in my store that do the manual labor are nikkas too man, there's a token in every other department, but the stockers are ALL nikkas man. I swear i would quit this shyt if I could find another job man, like off top, I wouldnt even give two weeks notice, i would just not show up. I wake up @ 5 am to spend my day getting rushed around by some fukking fakkit and these nikkas try to bullshyt and cut our hours and shyt man.
im done ranting, but
at those cacs in the other departments man
nikka what job is this and how can you hate it, you aren't doing shyt?
) but HR gave him shyt for letting me slide. For lunch I clock in while I'm still at my desk, usually around 130, clock back in 30 min later, then hit the bar around 230, 3ish. 
