Cuntbag is a former co-worker. She was middle aged and never stopped eating. All day long, non stop. Chips, crackers, candy, ramen... Came late daily with a litany of excuses ranging from her kids forgetting stuff they needed for school, her husband "not wanting to let her leave," or her farm animals causing some sort of issue. Or her husband "forgot" to gas up her car. Her mom came in and sneered at me multiple times a week and would sometimes make comments that her daughter shouldn't have to work so hard. (I don't know what the fuck this woman told her mother but I did 75% of the work.) Her piece of shit husband would come in to pay bills and do banking on her work computer and acted like I was trying to "spy" on them (no, I worked five feet away and why the fuck would they need to do that on a work machine anyway.)

She repeatedly would act like notarizing and signing affidavits was a hassle- would let them pile up on her desk for days on end to the point where law offices would call and ask where their paperwork was. There was non stop complaining about having to walk up two flights of stairs to use the bathroom. Non stop complaining about how much money she didn't have yet ordered herself delivery lunch. Non stop complaining about all of her kids' sports/school activities.

Customers would come in and she'd pretend to be busy while stuffing her face with snacks so I would have to stop typing documents and help them while she sat and giggled- or she would have a mouth full of food and refuse to answer the phone. Subscribers and town residents would call and ask questions (it was a newspaper) about various events- she'd get shitty with them, slam the phone down, and make remarks such as "What is this, 411?" The general manager and the publisher of the newspaper did not care how bad it was for me. Was not worth $7.75 an hour to be treated like that.

When I quit I gave one week's notice and did not say goodbye to anyone. Fuck 'em.