[nothereanymore]

It's petty, but I asked if you wanted tea and what kind. You said peppermint. The fucking peppermint was mine so that little huff of disappointment I heard when I said we're all out was uncalled for. I asked if you wanted honey, you said yes. While your tea is steeping, you come in and ask, "Where's my tea? I need to go to bed." And when I get the honey out for you, you reach for the sugar. I'm a little miffed so I tell you to put the honey up if you're not gonna use it. "Well, you're the one that got it out." I'm irritated now and you can tell, so you snap, "What's your problem?" and I say exactly that. I'm irritated. So you storm off muttering that you're not in the mood for anyone else to be rude to you. Completely unappreciative of my gesture. I didn't have to make you tea. I didn't have to make sure you got what you wanted. I always make your tea first whenever I do this btw. You were the one being rude. Instead, you played the victim. You ALWAYS do. Your shitty day at work is no excuse for you to be a drama queen when we don't cater to you. Your manager is bending the rules for you. Appreciate your fucking job, take the piss of customer service, and come home acting a little less like its our fucking fault. I was nothing but nice to you ALL DAY. But you don't care.

AND THEN YOU DONT EVEN DRINK IT. I JUST HEARD YOU POUR IT DOWN THE SINK. OH MY GOD.