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Today I called the people at the O'Neill and they were kind enough to tell me I start next week on Tuesday. This made me incredibly sad in that I wasn't too sad, but I was really sad to leave my family who I really love to spend time with, and I thought they might be sad, and they will be sad, so it was sad even though they are happy and want me to be happy because they care about me. That's actually a really nice thing.
So I am spending eight weeks this summer doing "music" theater on the beach. Fuck yes.
So I had to quit work. FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING. There was a customer, and I was bagging her order. I bagged a full bag in plastic, and she was standing there the whole time as I was bagging this, and the cashier bagged her chicken and shit already in plastic. Then she tells me, "can I have paper?" A whole fucking bad, so I empty the bag and put in paper in plastic. Then it's done and I leave, and I look back and see she's removed the plastic from her paper. Then I'm thinking, "jesus christ, get out of here quick." So she says, "MISS!!! What did I say? Didn't I say paper? Why did you put it in plastic? This is bad for the environment. this happens everytime I say paper." Her tone was so coniving and condescending, like I must be some delinquint.
I HOPE THIS WOMAN DIES TONIGHT. I hope this miserable piece of shit dies tonight. The fucking tone she took with me. If it happens everytime, say "just paper." Say that, and say it before I bag everything. She just stood there and hoped to created some type of conflict. She's a fucking piece of shit and I really hope she dies because if she is really going to get off on treating teenagers who work at a supermarket like shit, she must be a really miserable human being.
So I am spending eight weeks this summer doing "music" theater on the beach. Fuck yes.
So I had to quit work. FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING. There was a customer, and I was bagging her order. I bagged a full bag in plastic, and she was standing there the whole time as I was bagging this, and the cashier bagged her chicken and shit already in plastic. Then she tells me, "can I have paper?" A whole fucking bad, so I empty the bag and put in paper in plastic. Then it's done and I leave, and I look back and see she's removed the plastic from her paper. Then I'm thinking, "jesus christ, get out of here quick." So she says, "MISS!!! What did I say? Didn't I say paper? Why did you put it in plastic? This is bad for the environment. this happens everytime I say paper." Her tone was so coniving and condescending, like I must be some delinquint.
I HOPE THIS WOMAN DIES TONIGHT. I hope this miserable piece of shit dies tonight. The fucking tone she took with me. If it happens everytime, say "just paper." Say that, and say it before I bag everything. She just stood there and hoped to created some type of conflict. She's a fucking piece of shit and I really hope she dies because if she is really going to get off on treating teenagers who work at a supermarket like shit, she must be a really miserable human being.