Perfection is the game...

This girl I work with, started two months after me, barely shows up, and is now an official key holder [supervisor],
well she was only made key holder because I'm not of legal age and she is, except, she doesn't know that the manager would have preferred me to be the key holder rather than the other girl.

I've decided to suck it up and not quit my job, as my manager and another sales associated had convinced me not to quit, and I attempted to be nice to the two girls [I prefer to call them dumb cunts] that piss me off.
Although, I have snitched on the two quite frequently lately, as they abuse the fact they are an assistant manage and a key holder.

The key holder and I had opened this morning, I was attempting to be nice, and not tell her, that her shirt looked disgusting, and the only colors she really can wear without appearing to have "love handles" and rolls popping out everywhere is white as well as black.

We were joking around, and I had called her an idiot, and she had called me one back. I think it might have been before actually.

So later on, when the assistant manager comes in, I go to take my break, the key holder asks to speak to me before I go on my break, and she wanted me to go all the way to the back, I basically told her I wasn't going back there as it was my break and I'm not planning on wasting my time conversing.

She starts bitching at me about how I had called her an idiot, and how I don't treat her with respect and whining about everything under the fucking sun. Than she started trying to tell me that I have fucking issues just because I don't like her. She started bitching about how I don't have to like her, but I have to respect her.

Fuck you cunt, I don't have to respect you. I only have to pretend I don't think you need liposuction, plastic surgery, a new wardrobe, real confidence, a real immune system as you're always sick, that you whine more than any fucking so-called adult I have ever met in my life, enough to make me think that you're already going through menopause, that you aren't the skank that you repeatedly remind me you are, with your own stories and words, that you aren't a self disrespecting hoochie, and that your life has some reason to be going on, oh and that I haven't to have had to fill in for five of your shifts / work 12 hour days, because your fatass could not get out of bed / you were fucking your boyfriend / getting your hair done / your cat was sick.