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Yup. I'm bad at it. But... I must get the word out about our lord and savior.

Just kidding.

I had a rough day at work.  See. There is the guy, the operations manager who is a complete ass face.  There are so many grievances filed against him. Yet he still is employed. 

I sent an incident report on an issue that I have addressed multiple times in the form of a work request.  Nothing has happened.  Today, that issue in my eyes became a big issue.  Safety was clearly addressed and this awesome individual spoke down to me in saying that the issue isn't a big issue..... it's a goddam mess. This guy sucks.

I hate playing the its because I'm a woman card. Because I've never considered myself a feminist nor have I ever been in a situation where I needed the feminist card. I work for the city.

I work for the city and I feel like I am being discredited because I am a female and I am piiiiiiised. I'm pissed because this guy it talking to me like I'm a little girl who is afraid of the dark.

I have never ever ever ever felt less because I am a woman. 

Its war you troglodyte.  Its fucking war.

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