Spin Kicks and Windmills
Work is gay, it's to the point that the only time i enjoy it is when nobody is in the store and i can just dick off. And i'm tired of watching little spoiled brats come in and make their parents buy them shit. I'm guilty of getting my parents to buy me shit myself, but there was this girl today that was just utterly disrespectful to her grandmother or mom, or whoever was buying her the stuff. I even called her out on it and told her that what she was saying wasn't cool, and all she could say was "i don't care." It makes me want to smack kids like that, and kids who think they're tough shit, hot shit, or goth...shit. Working at the mall sucks because it isn't who i am. Not that i really know exactlly who i am, but i work in a place where selling people "what is cool" is encouraged. It's like i'm hypocrit, i scream about how everyone is the same, and i'm just helping it. needless to say i don't wear what everyone else is wearing at the store, it's just the fact that i'm peddeling clothing that i don't even wear or believe i will ever wear. I'm a phony, but i'm getting paid to do it bitches! how many of you can say you get paid to stand around and tell people what they want. I Literally tell people they need those 70 dollar skater shoes, or those 40 dollar pair of pants, and they listen because i know what is cool. HeH how fucking funny is that? Well kiddos, come in and visit me sometime, maybe i'll try to sell you some "cool".
Dustin.
Dustin.