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May 14, 2026

A customer bought Burger King for Dreadhead and I apparently. At least that's what Dreadhead claimed. Anyway, I rejected it because I don't know this person. Why are they buying me food? They don't know me. They might know Dreadhead but not enough if they're buying him food. If they wanted to be actually nice, they would hand the food to me and only me; that way I can see them, know what they look like, and I deserve it more than Dreadhead. If he doesn't come to work sick or something, I'm gonna feel like an asshole. The customer bought two milkshakes and Dreadhead threw away both after my rejection. I wish he ate it all. That way, if the food was poisoned, then I was right not to accept it. I feel kinda bad because that customer was probably trying to do soemthing nice and different and they wasted their money on the wrong person. And the milkshakes looked so good! I haven't had a milkshake in so long, and I was craving ice cream, too. I'm a bitch sometimes, I know. You can't trust just any old one these days. Especially someone who wants to do something nice for Dreadhead. Whoever that was, you have good intentions but you're misinformed. Nobody deserves a meal more than me, especially if you keep in mind the way I work compared to Dreadhead. Now, due to my foolish pride, I got to go to bed starving.

Please let the food be poisoned. Please let the food be poisoned. Please let the food poisoned.

May 5, 2026

Meant to snitch to the GM about Dreadhead's lack of nightly cleaning but couldn't spit it out. She scheduled me to work until 10pm instead of 11pm on Wednesday and I brought it up but failed to elucidate. So she told me I can stay until 11. That's fine, but that's not my real problem. I just choked and it's my fault. I'm a coward. I'm a coward who has to work with a bum until he leaves me. She claims that Wednesdays get busy in the last hour. Again, that's fine, but what do I care if Dreadhead struggles? He needs it since he wants to play dumb and act like jobs aren't meant to be taken seriously. Then he shouldn't expect me to take him seriously, not that I have or ever will. One day, I'm gonna snitch on his ass one day. One day! The only person stopping me is me.

April 19, 2026

Dreadhead forgot to clean the bottom of the fryer yesterday, remembered that he forgot, then left anyway. I don't care what problems he has, that's no excuse to not do the work you're supposed to do. Every time he's on the phone, all I hear is, "Shawty this, shawty that. Shawty shawty shawty." I'm sorry, but girl problems don't count as real problems to me, especially if you're not married. Hell, he would marry the guy he's always on the phone with.

Anyway, I cleaned the fryer because unlike SOME people, I have dignity and class. I got myself dirty doing it, but that's because I was doing more than I had to. Hey, it's better than just leaving it dirty. I don't know if Dreadhead expected me to leave it dirty, too, but judging by the fact that he left without saying BYE, there is a chance that he did. Why can't he understand that I am not his equal? No matter what anyone says, I'm going to do right by the store because I'm not getting fired over something as silly as forgetting to clean. It's easy to clean and it's so much easier to clean something different every day.

This man took 578 breaks yesterday (not really but you know what I mean) and he can't stay a little longer to clean the fryer? To do something he could've done instead of taking a break? One break equaled the amount of time it would've taken to clean that fryer. All he had to do was take that time aside, but no, shit-talking about his "shawty" was much more important. What a joke.

I would've done it earlier if A) I wasn't spending my free time cleaning up after myself and B) he didn't do it every day. He has recognized that it's his responsibility to take care of the fryer. If I had tried to dissamble it, he would've stepped in and said, "No, I'll do it" like he does with mostly everything. Hey, that should've given me all the more reason to do it. But I didn't think he'd forget. Who am I to put my faith into someone like that? You know, he's like that movie theatre employee from Drake and Josh who was always trying to avoid certain tasks but ends up doing them anyway. The only difference is that guy cared about his job somewhat. Dreadhead doesn't care about his job at all. I don't understand why he hasn't quit already.

There might be a chance he did. I noticed he cleaned out his locker and gave me back the ginger candies I bought for him when he was being a sick little bitch. I go in again today (unfortunately) and I'm going to see if he left his nasty slides and sneakers. If not, that's mean he might be gone. Which sucks because that would mean I'd have to take his shifts. However, it doesn't suck because now I don't have to deal with him anymore. It's a wait-and-see, though. If he did split, that means he got away with the way he treated me during his training months ago. But whatever. Get him out of there.

Oh, now I remember: he had a headache. That's why he forgot. His brain was too busy hurting instead of remembering. Sure, his brain didn't hurt enough for him to forget to talk shit about his girlfriend to his homeboy. Still, the baby wasn't feeling well and perhaps I should cut him slack if only I didn't give him Advil! He should've felt better if he took some and I didn't have that much left. Is he going to pay me to buy myself more Advil? No. So the least he could've done was stay a while to clean the fryer he should've cleaned instead of taking his 643 breaks! Maybe he was upset that I gave him Advil despite him asking for Tylenol. But who cares? What's the fucking difference? I did you a favor, which means you owe me now. Completing your task surpisingly counts as returning the favor. I shouldn't be leaving work with a grease-soaked apron and a half-empty bottle of Advil.

God, if you hear me, please make this man quit his job. Or get fired. I don't give a shit. And if you compel him to quit, give me knowledge I can use to make him quit because I don't know how much longer I can work with him.

And the pizzas! What the fuck is up with that? I made four pizzas for a customer and they didn't get delivered? They better write to HR, so I snitch to the GM about that. I don't know what happened, but I can vouch for that customer because it's not like I'm making pizzas for nobody. Unbelievable.

April 9, 2026

Think my right nostril is bigger than my left. Had to keep plugging it because the plugs fell out three times while the left remained. Something new and interesting.

March 9, 2026

Came to work to the mop bucket still soaking with red detergent. I put the detergent in there to burn off any bacteria that's been building up for who knows how long. But the Mob or the Dreadhead should've emptied it out to mop the floor. If one of them didn't know it needed to be emptied out, they could've called me and asked. I don't expect the Mob to call me, but the Dreadhead could've. OR just empty out anyway so you can mop. Why call me for permission to mop? Just mop! That is your responsibility. It's literally the last thing you're supposed to do after closing (if you don't get a chance before). They're just the dirtiest people I know right now. Don't ever want to clean (at least properly). I mean, I don't want to clean, but I do it anyway. Why? Because it's my responsibility, that's why. And it's theirs, too, but do they realize that? Apparently not, although they should. They both worked there long enough. Arguably, the Mob should know better because she's been working at the job as long as I have and she's normally on top of it when we work together. However, the Dreadhead is the manager, which means he should've made sure the mopping was done. I don't get why he didn't make sure the Mob did it before she left. He doesn't like to mop; I can tell we work together. I always feel like he stalls, so I can end up doing it. But he had somebody; why not tell them to mop?! I don't understand these people. I don't want to understand these people. They suck. And if they don't know they suck, that makes them suck even more.

February 23, 2025

Just got done crying because I went to Urgent Care for my stomach pains and the doctor found nothing. I'm so embarrassed because I'm literally crying over nothing. Now I got to wait god knows how long for an appointment with the gynecologist, so they can run an ultrasound. I just hope to god that I'm not pregnant or suffering from endometriosis (although I would rather have the endo than be pregnant). If I find out I'm pregnant, my ex better pay for the abortion or I'm going to tell his girlfriend that he's cheating on her so she can leave him homeless. You can't try to fuck me without a condom (without my permission, thank you very much) and face no repercussions. He is six years older than me, yet so dumb. Why is he so dumb? And why am I dumb for seeing him? What is wrong with me? I don't know; that's the problem!

February 17, 2026

Wtf? Yesterday, a DoorDasher came into my store to pick up a delivery. I noticed he didn't have a bag, so I asked him about it. He said yes, he had one, so I let him know that the order wasn't finished, but when it did, please bring his bag in. First, he said okay, but then he asked why did he need one. I said that the bag helps keep the food warm and on his app, it will ask him to take a picture. He claimed to not have that feature on his app, which is bullshit because every DoorDasher snaps a photo of the food after they receive it. In fact, I've taken glances of their apps and seen the feature. But whatever, he waited in his car as the order cooked. When it was done in about five minutes, I put it in the warmer. Maybe a few minutes later, the Dasher came back but still no bag. I asked him about it and he said it's still in his car. I told him I can't give him the order without a bag. So he said something like, "Then I won't take it" and left and drove off.

There are two things wrong in that situation. One) If he didn't have a bag, all he had to do was say that, so I could give him one. I don't understand why DoorDashers lie about having a bag. Do they think the cashier is going to refuse to give them the order if they don't have one? If so, then just leave. But no, they rather lie instead of being honest, so I can offer them a free bag, which I have a case of RIGHT behind me if they cared to look. Two) If he did have a bag, just bring it! He went to his car and waited in there, so all he had to do was get the bag when he hopped out. If he was in a rush, that doesn't make any sense because the order wasn't done when he first came in. He could've went to his car, grabbed the bag, and came back inside to wait for the order that was almost ready anyway. He wasted his own time because he wanted to be stubborn. And maybe he thought I was being weird for not giving him the order immediately, so he felt uncomfortable. First off, I'm a young woman and he's an old ass man (probably in his thirties). What am I going to do to you? He was the one making me uncomfortable due to how disrespectful he was. You can't walk into people's establishments and act like you run the place. When you decide to come into my store, you are obligated to follow the rules, no matter how weird you think they are. That's why I can't stand DoorDashers: because anyone can be a Dasher! I'm sure DoorDash markets the fact that anyone can become a driver under them to show an empowering sign of acceptance. Look, not everyone should be a Dasher, especially when there are people who abuse acceptance. I understand everyone should have a job, but that doesn't mean we all deserve one.

#dear diary

February 14, 2025

My coworker left without mopping the floor or saying bye. Don't know what his problem was. Maybe he was mad about how busy we were last night and he was stuck at the make table for a majority of his shift. That's not my fault; that's his because nobody asked him to help the GM. Yes, we're supposed to help each other, but he either doesn't get it or just wants to fuck around while he's at work. Don't know what he wanted me to do. I took care of the front while his name was logged into the register. In other words, I did his work that he should've prioritized instead of being far, far away from the counter. The only thing I can think of is the phone rang and I answered it, as I'm obligated to do (I did mean to put the caller on hold, but I accidentally asked what would he like to order and had to run with it). The phone call was a little long and no one was attending the cut table. Wings for the current order - or at least the one after it - weren't dropped either. HOWEVER, do you understand how hard it is to drop wings and cut pizzas at the same time? I don't understand why one of the cooks can't stop and drop the wings when they see them on their order. It's two of them doing one thing and one of me doing two things. Sure, there was another guy there, but he was doing middle work. He would come by and help me every once in a while, but I'm not going to use my weak voice to call him over. Besides, we're all managers (or at least the Middle Man is training) and we learn everything so we can multitask. So don't be mad that you're not even making sure that I'm taking the pizzas out. Yes, it's my responsibility, but I got other responsibilities, too. Like, duh! Maybe he had flashbacks about that time Mr. Adorn was burning pizzas because he was screwing around instead of handling the front. But that's what I'm saying: he would've known the pizzas were burning if he checked that someone was taking them out. I'm not excusing Mr. Adorn's behavior; don't get me started on that nut. But as managers, we learn everything, so we can do everything. Besides, his pizzas weren't burning when I was on the phone. I wouldn't have answered it if I wasn't confident that the pizzas were going to be alright. Also, if someone else answered the phone, he would've had nothing to worry about (although his worry seemed to be at the last minute). Even if I did burn his pizzas, I'd be doing him a favor because he doesn't know how to cook. When the GM left momentarily to work on the schedule, his pizzas were missing toppings. So the only person he needs to get mad at is himself because he wasn't even paying attention. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't be too mad. Maybe I should look on the bright side: at least I didn't have to look at his dumb face longer than I would have.

February 5, 2026

I want to try to watch more romance films in regard to Valentine's Day coming up. This is the list I have in mind:

A Room with a View

Annie Hall

Before Midnight

The Big Sick

Bull Durham

Chasing Liberty

Conversations with Other Women

Crazy Stupid Love

First Daughter

Frankie and Johnny

Ghost

Joe Versus the Volcano

Just Like Heaven

Love, Rosie

On a Clear Day You Can See Forever

Only You

Shall We Dance?

Something New

The Sweetest Thing

Timer

Untamed Heart

Vicky Christina Barcelona

Wtf? The other day I was at work and someone ordered at 11:26pm when we close at 11:30pm. I was a little PO'd, not gonna lie, but I figured to myself, "Whatever, it is what it is." The guy came in right after his pizza finished and asked were we closing. Instead of directing him to the sign with our hours or mentioning that the time would be stated on the website he ordered on, I said yeah. He asked me if we had any leftover orders that weren't picked up by anyone. Although there were a few items, I said no because giving customers other people's orders is a no-no, even if they are canceled. If the food has been in the warmer long enough, the customer could suffer from food poisoning and sue my store. Which I don't have time for. He asked for napkins, and I went to the back to get some; when I came back, he asked me how much were our cinnamon sticks. I let him know that our systems do not take orders after closing hours, which is out of my control fortunately. He asked AGAIN if he had any leftovers to give, and I said no. Then he scampered off, and I told him to have a good night, which I don't think he responded to. A little switch of personality since he was being so nice the whole time, then all of a sudden so cold. I think he saw a box of breadsticks in the warmer and asked referring to them. That was my dinner, which I was not going to give away to someone with a WHOLE pizza. Plus, WE CANNOT GIVE AWAY LEFTOVERS. ANNND he dropped his receipt and napkins at the door. So why did I go through all that trouble of throwing a heavy box of napkins off the top shelf to pull out a pack? (I should've checked our box of utensils earlier to see if it needed to be restocked BUT STILL!) Pretty much made a mess in our just-cleaned store. Obviously, the wind must've blown the napkins out of his hands, but how do you not notice, especially when you go to put them in your car? I was afraid he was going to come back and accuse me of not giving him any, although I put them in his hands! Then my cook was taking her good old time getting ready to go home. I wanted to say to her, "Hurry up so I can lock the door!" Just one of the many reasons why I dislike closing...

#dear diary

December 12, 2025

I just found out a classmate of mine passed away last year on Facebook. Since he was a classmate, I barely knew him, but I've been shedding some tears. I think it's because I was reading his sister's posts about him and they were pretty heartfelt. I'd probably do the same thing if that was my brother.

My earliest memory of this classmate is him asking for my seat because the teacher told the class that we could sit wherever we wanted. I wanted to stay in my seat because I didn't have friends, so I didn't know where else I would've sat. Instead of saying no, I said, "Screw you" because it was the first thing that came to my mind for some reason. I pretty much regretted it the minute after I said it, and the next year or so, every time I saw him, I'd tell him hi. That was my way of apologizing, which was something I was too scared to do (and still am). Instead of saying, "Screw you" back or worse to me (and it would've been rightfully deserved), he would say hi back. That would make me feel worse because he was being nicer than I deserved (I know I already said a version of that, but the same thoughts are just going over my mind). However, how I feel does not COMPARE to how his family must've felt and still feel about their loss. That's why I feel stupid because I don't know what they know.

If I could go back in time, I would've let him take my seat, although he probably wasn't that hung up about it as time went on. And I know there are people who say, "Forget about school. It was in the past. Don't live in the past." But I was rude to him and being rude to anyone at any age is unacceptable. Today, if someone disrespects me, I'll disrespect them back (you get what you give), which is arguably not the solution. However, if someone asks me something out of innocence, I try not to be offended and react as appropriately as I can because now this person is gone and I will never be able to apologize to him for my misbehavior.

I don't know if anyone will ever read this, but in case someone does, please don't respond with, "Don't feel bad" or anything like that. I pretty much made up my mind about how to feel. And like I said, how I'm feeling now doesn't compare to how his friends and family feel. I'll cry today and probably be fine tomorrow, then feel bad about feeling fine. Again, I feel stupid because I didn't know him all that well. At the same time, I don't feel stupid because regrets are real. He seemed like a great guy based on his sister's posts, and I hope everyone who loved him will gain the strength to keep carrying on.

May he rest in peace.

#dear diary

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“Alone!!! I am alone, I am always alone, No matter what.”

Original handwritting found in one of Marilyn Monroe’s diary.

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With me, you get a homie, a lover, a best friend and a psycho.

Does anybody know who this is? I think this person is impersonating whoever is in the pictures. I was talking to them here, on Discord, and on Telegram, where he was sending me AI pictures. I was talking to them and they claimed to be some rich guy and they were offering me money out of nowhere. Even if you don't know the photographed man, it's probably best not to interact with this user. I was going to ask them more questions about their AI photos, but I figured it was best not to entertain them any further.

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