The _**shit**_ with Everette is pushing me to my mother fucking limit.  I just wish he wouldn't treat me like such a mother fucking bitch.  Playing me like such a fool.  He can't imagine I'm as fucking stupid as he takes me as.  I don't know what the fuck this guy is on about half of the time.  He can really fascinate me with how much he doesn't do at the end of the shift.  He gets down with cutting, and today is a prime example of how he can do so _too much._  I kind of want to say something to Dylan about it but I don't want some super huge drama to throw down in the department.  Especially because how the rest of the store seems to think we are the strongest department.  We cannot display weakness to the rest of them.