I am pissed the fuck off
I am so pissed off at everything in the world that it is not even funny. I swear to God I see red everywhere I look. All I need is one more thing to send me over the edge and I swear I am going to pack up and move to a deserted island where nothing will ever find me and bother me ever again. I swear to it, honest to GOD.
Anyway, I hate my job more than Hitler hated the Jews. I really do. The way that everything is done at that damn store is the most ridiculous thing I have ever encountered. Thank God there is a store chock full of fucking idiots in this world and I am stuck, bound by my bills, to work there. Thank you Jesus for giving me the oppertunity of working in such a shit hole. I wish that everyone on Earth was this lucky. What wonderful thing did I do to deserve such a grace as this? I will make sure to do it again everyday of my life. I really will. I am so glad that I work with people that really do have less sence about them than a bag of fucking Skittles. I love the fact that there is this one 8 million pound person that works there that I have the privillage of seeing his fat ass crack all night as well while in this shit hole. All that does is further the smell of this god-forsaken hole in the Earth. I swear to it that I work with this one bitch of a mananger that I 100% believe in my head was able to fool Satan for five minutes and slip out of some freak hole in the Earthand out of hell and crawled her slimy ass into Berea and take up residence in the store I work in and take it upon herself, since she was so clever sneaking out of Hell and all, to make everyone that also works there feel like shit and hate themselves for needing money and having a job. And I will tell you why, because she feels the need to pick at every single thing she comes in contact with and futhermore pick on anyone within earshot and tell them what a worthless piece of shit they are. "OH MY GOD THERE IS A FRY ON THE FLOOR! CAN YOU NOT DO ANYTHING RIGHT?? WHAT?? YOU PUT THREE PICKLES ON THAT SANDWICH INSTEAD OF TWO?? ARE YOU RETARDED?? DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU JUST COST ME 5 DOLLARS???" I swear I love every fucking, ticking, second of it. GIVE me more! I am also glad that I work with people that feel the need to start drama at every opertunity available. Yes, everyone IS talking about you behind your back. Feel the need to bitch about it for eight hours because I NEED that in my life. I love working with high-schoolers. LOVE IT. OMG. I just had an orgasm thinking about it. Swear I did. I love being a closer. I really do. I am so glad that I walk in those doors a few minutes before six and don't walk out until 2 am because, as I mentioned there is an 8 million pound of worthless shit there and I have to work AROUND him and FOR him as well, because somewhere in all that fat there is an off switch and it goes into action around 9pm. NOT after we close, 9. I hate this because then I have to do everything else that he will not waddle over and do and best of all, no one will ever do anything about it. I'm sorry, I was not informed that leaning your fat ass over and LOOKING busy was actully part of closing. Thanks for that.
I am glad that I got to close almost the entire damn place by myself tonight. Well, whatthefuckever. I am job searching TODAY.
Even as angry as all that sounded, I am way madder than that. That did not at all satisfy me. I am irate.
Anyway, I hate my job more than Hitler hated the Jews. I really do. The way that everything is done at that damn store is the most ridiculous thing I have ever encountered. Thank God there is a store chock full of fucking idiots in this world and I am stuck, bound by my bills, to work there. Thank you Jesus for giving me the oppertunity of working in such a shit hole. I wish that everyone on Earth was this lucky. What wonderful thing did I do to deserve such a grace as this? I will make sure to do it again everyday of my life. I really will. I am so glad that I work with people that really do have less sence about them than a bag of fucking Skittles. I love the fact that there is this one 8 million pound person that works there that I have the privillage of seeing his fat ass crack all night as well while in this shit hole. All that does is further the smell of this god-forsaken hole in the Earth. I swear to it that I work with this one bitch of a mananger that I 100% believe in my head was able to fool Satan for five minutes and slip out of some freak hole in the Earthand out of hell and crawled her slimy ass into Berea and take up residence in the store I work in and take it upon herself, since she was so clever sneaking out of Hell and all, to make everyone that also works there feel like shit and hate themselves for needing money and having a job. And I will tell you why, because she feels the need to pick at every single thing she comes in contact with and futhermore pick on anyone within earshot and tell them what a worthless piece of shit they are. "OH MY GOD THERE IS A FRY ON THE FLOOR! CAN YOU NOT DO ANYTHING RIGHT?? WHAT?? YOU PUT THREE PICKLES ON THAT SANDWICH INSTEAD OF TWO?? ARE YOU RETARDED?? DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU JUST COST ME 5 DOLLARS???" I swear I love every fucking, ticking, second of it. GIVE me more! I am also glad that I work with people that feel the need to start drama at every opertunity available. Yes, everyone IS talking about you behind your back. Feel the need to bitch about it for eight hours because I NEED that in my life. I love working with high-schoolers. LOVE IT. OMG. I just had an orgasm thinking about it. Swear I did. I love being a closer. I really do. I am so glad that I walk in those doors a few minutes before six and don't walk out until 2 am because, as I mentioned there is an 8 million pound of worthless shit there and I have to work AROUND him and FOR him as well, because somewhere in all that fat there is an off switch and it goes into action around 9pm. NOT after we close, 9. I hate this because then I have to do everything else that he will not waddle over and do and best of all, no one will ever do anything about it. I'm sorry, I was not informed that leaning your fat ass over and LOOKING busy was actully part of closing. Thanks for that.
I am glad that I got to close almost the entire damn place by myself tonight. Well, whatthefuckever. I am job searching TODAY.
Even as angry as all that sounded, I am way madder than that. That did not at all satisfy me. I am irate.