I know you're my manager, but since when did fucking embarrassing yourself and me, yelling disrespectful things into my face in front of 10 kids and their parents, make you feel like you're the best Disney employee? I've been working here for a few months, and I've only worked with you two other times, so what the fuck is your problem? Take that stuffed Mickey out of your ass and go back to training. Don't think I won't put in my two weeks in a heartbeat to work across the way. By the way, the store is probably closing down for good, so I'd suggest you pack up.
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