### never scared ##### Published: Monday, April 24th 2006 everything, everything, everything was on fuck mode for work last night. who knows what it is that didn't make the night go so well. oh no wait i know the answer to that one, it was a political fuck-prod to me from al. he thinks i'm penetrable like andrew was when he was the manager. andrew would fold under immediate question, and before they were even thinking up discipline for his actions he was already offering them more than they could think up, even with a whiteboard. whats different from my reign over third shift in comparison to andrew is that i have the political capital of the majority of the crew, whereas my simple lines dropped to certain members of the crew can either completely align or discourse the entire mood of the store. i'll have bakery in uprival if i needed to. politics is their fantasy while it is my 9-5. as once said by an emcee: "fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mothers throat. guess who slim shady just signed to interscope." those spineless shadow running mother fuckers at work need to get slapped in the face where it hurts --something horrible. als on the fuck you asshole mode for at least a week for this, store director understood. as my poorest performing employee said yesterday: "they have absolutely no system setup here whatsoever. everyday there is something different going on, but all they talk about is staying on the same page." a great big UGH and a bow to that, rip the system. 450watts of sheer musical distraction has been extracted. i cannot believe i didn't get the fucking load done. there are ten people on the crew, and for a while there they were all scheduled for a load night. then one person dropped, then two. then SIX the battle rages on. guaranteed you have no idea what the fuck you have gotten yourself into. your fucking with a dirty, grimy son of a bitch. i dont pull the rug from under your feet. i blow up the world around you. summon what you want, i got the counter right here --fucker.