Chapter 13: Lamb's I Declare War Against Thee! We will not take it anymore!

I am so fucking tired of LAMB's getting jobs and just acting like they can talk however they fucking want to people and just do whatever they want all because they are "Life after Meth" I fucking could careless what these fucking people chose to do when they were kids. I enjoy smoking ganja but you don't see me asking for a free pass to call people " Fucking Bitch" at work where the general public can hear since our kitchen is one where you see the cooks cooking.

I am getting to where i enjoy my job more so than in the beginning because I am just now finally getting everything, and you know what? I'm getting good, and by good I mean I have regulars who wait for me to come into work to feed them. I am so sorry for how this morning went in all because I have been busting my ass to be professional and keep my cool even when I am totally pissed off.

I really think I am going to look into transferring to the French Lick Denny's and just start new with Tony there because I am beyond finished with Vincennes and the meth heads who feel like the world owes them something. Guess what mother fuckers you can't keep blaming others when it keeps repeating.

 I know for a fact that the POS that went off on me today has been spinning and has relapsed after a year or so of being clean. Its a shame but you know he's not near the caliber of cook I am at Dennys or anywhere else. I'd show that fucker what the five fingers say to the face with any of my dishes compared to the dog shit he puts out. I hate that fuck and now its my goal to make sure he is fired.  I have tried for months to get along with this fuck and then he just does this. I be damn any man is going to call me a fucking bitch and get away with it at work, and then tell me I am going to lose my job just because he's the bosses pet.

Mike Waterberry you have started a war that you will not win you piece of dog shit.