But honestly. I defended the crap out of you. Even though I saw you failing on Friday.

Even though you SCREWED ME OVER on Friday. You let me have an anxiety attack, and wouldn’t help me through the front counter even though it was my first time up there and I’ve never been trained on it.

I told our boss that you and I worked well together. That there weren’t any problems. That you were a good manager.

Well screw you. I’m setting up camp away from you, and gunning for someone else to come be an assistant.

Go away. I’m no longer on your side. Because when you start telling people I don’t know how to do my job, you’ve crossed a line. Maybe you should look in the mirror, sweetie. Because you can’t manage a shift worth anything.