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There is something so great about being nakkied. Smoking nakied, eating nakied, walking around the house nakied, jumping at my boyfriend who's also nakkied.



Being naked is certainly the best way to go. Nothing to stop ya from moving the way you want to... . Gosh, I didn't realize I could bend like THAT... .



Nothing to embarress you when the outfit is out of style... lol

I started work at Cumberland Farms on September 22, 2004. It was a long shot, and they didn't really want to hire me because of my very spotty work histroy.



Luckily for me, you can say, oh I was doing under the table jobs! and they'll not only believe it, but there's no way to check.



The only reason they took the chance on me is because I worked in a church for a while, and the Reverand and his wife are very kind with their words when it comes to me. The pride of not really knowing the person, but knowing the persona.



Since I've worked at Cumberlands I've been witness to them spraying chemicals on the butts in the ashtray so the bums who steal them will get sick. I've watched them lock up the back door so we can't bring the trash and milk crates out that way. I've been woken up early in the morning to get dressed and go open the store because there was too much snow and everyone else was snowed in.



I've opened that store and kept it going for as long as I could, until we ran out of money for the day. We closed at two pm that day, Dawn and I were reduced to robbing our pockets to make change for people.



I've been through not one or two, or even three robbieries, but four. The store has been robbed five times, and I was there for four of them. Four times I dealt with knives or guns, four times I've contemplated whether this job is worth my life or not. Yet I stayed.



I've stayed despite them cutting my hours down to SIX a week... what kinda bull shit is that? I told Sharon that if she gave me more hours I'd work on Friday's or Wensdays... (my two days off) and so she scheduled me with six hours and working on Friday.



She told the Assistant Manager that I Fucked up when I tried to train for Assistant Manager.... see I couldn't at three in the morning because she always would schedule me till elleven at night the night before. I'm sorry, but four hours before I go back for training (unpaid at that) isn't reasonable.



So with all the facts straight in my head, I can understand why I quit. Who's surprised that they finally pushed me too much? If they are, then it's only because I let them pull so much shit on me without saying anything. If only cause every time they hire someone new they'd give them more hours than me.... 101 little things meant to show nothing but the fact that I'm replasable....

What have I done? I just walked into work and read the note they left for me....



I couldn't help it. I've been there for far too long for them to treat me like this....



did I just quit? did I really? Are you KIDDING ME!1!!!!



What the hell is wrong with me?

My jack ass brother kicked my door in!



I can't believe he thinks that was an aceptable response in any situation.



he forgot his key at home.... now I've already called him to make sure he had his key once... and told him carry it on him yesterday morning... so last night I decide to go out and come home to a kicked in door and him yelling that I'm an ignorant bitch for not making sure he had his key...



Can you beleive that? I mean am I the only one who thinks he's ignoring the real issue here?



I can't keep him here, he keeps losing control of himself (like that makes it ok, cause it's not him doing it when he loses control.... ) and I'm the one that has to suffer...



In January he punched me in the chest

in Febuary he got in a fight with P

In March he tried to bring a kid in the House while we were smoking weed...

In March he ignored me saying no over and over again and brought coke into my house...



He really doesn't give a shit about the rules I set, and respect for my house is just a fairy tale to him...