Demi
I finish work, grab Yas, and we go straight to the bar. I'm done. I've had enough stress today. I don't care anymore.
“This new guy is an asshole,” Yas looks at me.
“I'll be quitting, Yas. I'm just letting you know I am not working for him. As soon as I get another job, I'm gone!” I explain, and she nods. After I moved to my desk, he began to review the rules, making us aware that we were basically his workers and had to follow his orders.
Then we had a shouting match because he was pissed off that the buyer pulled out at the other location. He blamed me, saying I said it was a done deal and clearly wasn't. It was as if I had been the one there. It was a done deal and ready to be signed; they pulled out because I guaranteed I would guide them through it, and he removed me.
“Just
