"Fatal Attraction"

So...

Today was my first day back in banquets.

Halfway through my shift I run into the Front Office manager, Jenny. She mutters "There's the traitor!" under her breath and passes me by.

Later in the shift, Amelia, the alcoholic who was arrested and thrown in jail, who I was called in to work for on my day off, comes walking into the main ballroom where I'm vacuuming the floor.

It's a HUGE ballroom. There's A LOT of floor.

She just sits there for her ENTIRE LUNCH BREAK,

...and watches,

...and watches,

...and watches.

Never says a thing.

Just watches me vacuum the floor.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOU PSYCHO FUCKING BITCHES! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU???

You treat me like a demented, diseased FREAK the entire time I work with you at the Front Desk, but now that I'm gone you're all going "Fatal Attraction" on me?

WHAT THE FUCK ???

I'm hiding the rabbit.

Get a life Glenn Close.