After the verbal abuse this man put me through last week culminating in me taking Friday off to recover (and look for a job) I discover an email from my day off where he requests I keep track of my day.
So guess what? He wants to know what I’m doing with my day he can fucking know.
5 minute bathroom break? That’s going in there. Time spent filling out what I’m doing with my day? Fuck yes.
Fuck him and he can’t complain as I’m doing what he asked.
I spent a solid 30 minutes filling out my timesheet throughout the day.