Fuck yuppie ass whores who think they're above everyone.
I hate looking for a job. Especially in a place where there are none to be found. The amount of stores that are closing in this town is outrageous and slowly climbing into the double digits. The fact of the matter is... looking for a job is horrible. I hate taking my piercings out, I hate tucking in my shirt, and I hate acting like I am someone's fucking monkey. I know that there is responsibility that I have to take, and I know I have to look nice and appealing to an employer, because let's face it; people who look like me aren't accepted by everyone. But when I do all this, and go through the stupid motions only to be made fun of by some fucking yuppie ass rich bitchy ass women, fuck that.
I went into Art Van today because I heard they were looking for movers and stockers. The women seemed nice, but I was nervous, and with every stutter, or correction, and despite of how polite I was, she had this snide little chuckle. Then she asked if I was applying for sales, and I made a huge mistake and actually spoke comfortably, I said something along the lines of "Well I just heard you guys were looking for some muscle for stocking, or moving." THey laughed hysterically. After that they kept saying "Muscle" as if I had cracked a joke about it. "Sorry, the 'muscle' is full. We're not looking for any 'muscle' here. But you could try sales!" You know what bitch? Fuck you. I got dressed up nice, I took the things out of my face, the only things that make me feel human sometimes, I slicked my hair back, I took off my make up, I shaved, and you're going to laugh in my face? And not only that, but you have the nerve to mock me? Fuck. You. Bitch. I felt like jumping over the counter and ramming my fist into the bridge of her nose. Fuck that. I don't feel like being treated like a little kid.
Was what I said really that out of line? Was what I said really that silly? Did I deserve the treatment I got? Fuck if I know. But the sad part is they won... because they get a paycheck, and I don't. Fucking assholes.
I went into Art Van today because I heard they were looking for movers and stockers. The women seemed nice, but I was nervous, and with every stutter, or correction, and despite of how polite I was, she had this snide little chuckle. Then she asked if I was applying for sales, and I made a huge mistake and actually spoke comfortably, I said something along the lines of "Well I just heard you guys were looking for some muscle for stocking, or moving." THey laughed hysterically. After that they kept saying "Muscle" as if I had cracked a joke about it. "Sorry, the 'muscle' is full. We're not looking for any 'muscle' here. But you could try sales!" You know what bitch? Fuck you. I got dressed up nice, I took the things out of my face, the only things that make me feel human sometimes, I slicked my hair back, I took off my make up, I shaved, and you're going to laugh in my face? And not only that, but you have the nerve to mock me? Fuck. You. Bitch. I felt like jumping over the counter and ramming my fist into the bridge of her nose. Fuck that. I don't feel like being treated like a little kid.
Was what I said really that out of line? Was what I said really that silly? Did I deserve the treatment I got? Fuck if I know. But the sad part is they won... because they get a paycheck, and I don't. Fucking assholes.