Eh
Woah,
I dunno anymore. I just honestly don’t know. I’m finding out each and everyday how much I do loath my job. I loath the thought of looking at sick fat fucks rolling around in mobile carts asking for me to help them fill out their film packages because their tank of oxygen does not permit them to move five inches from it to fill out a simple name and address slip. I hate the thought of pompous fat bloated women with fat fingers smiling at me with their crooked teeth as yellow as a cat’s urine. I hate how people make the board assumption that I’ll be more than happy to check out their fifty plus one items for one packet of film. I hate how people make the broad assumption that I have a single once of what they are talking about when they don’t give me 100% specific information. Then, of course they have the audacity to yell at my manger about what a moron I am. Who’s the moron, myself or you, you fat hunk of flabby flesh? Who’s the one who’s going to sit there and yell about a twenty year old who didn’t get your reprints right when you didn’t specify crop where necessary. Or, because you clearly stated you wanted 3a when of course the negative was 2a. In the world of processing 3a = negative number 4! It does not = 3. So don’t bitch at me because you don’t understand something that simple. Further more don’t bitch to me about how you can’t understand something so simple as mark the red and you mark the green. Hell, I even said ROJO! Of course we are there to help you, but we can’t help you when we’re clearly helping someone else at the moment. Oh, and then you hand me a 100 dollar bill. You can afford it. No one pays anyone in 100 dollar bills anymore. ATM machines only hand out twenties. That’s it. Where the fuck are you getting these high bills from. There has to be some sort of illegal activity for you, a dirty fucking Mexican to get that kind of money. I’m sorry it’s so fucking hard for people to understand where it states in huge bright colors the prices. We aren’t there to take advantage of you when the prices are there clearly stated. It’s kind of hard to miss, it’s just amazing how fucking stupid some people are. We get dozens of people that come in daily.
I’m getting this all off my chest because I go in to work tomorrow and I rather deal with it knowing that I’ve told off everyone who comes into my work and complains. Because chances are I’m fucked when my boss finds out everything that has happened while she was gone for a week. But it really doesn’t matter because I hate that fucking job anyways.
I dunno anymore. I just honestly don’t know. I’m finding out each and everyday how much I do loath my job. I loath the thought of looking at sick fat fucks rolling around in mobile carts asking for me to help them fill out their film packages because their tank of oxygen does not permit them to move five inches from it to fill out a simple name and address slip. I hate the thought of pompous fat bloated women with fat fingers smiling at me with their crooked teeth as yellow as a cat’s urine. I hate how people make the board assumption that I’ll be more than happy to check out their fifty plus one items for one packet of film. I hate how people make the broad assumption that I have a single once of what they are talking about when they don’t give me 100% specific information. Then, of course they have the audacity to yell at my manger about what a moron I am. Who’s the moron, myself or you, you fat hunk of flabby flesh? Who’s the one who’s going to sit there and yell about a twenty year old who didn’t get your reprints right when you didn’t specify crop where necessary. Or, because you clearly stated you wanted 3a when of course the negative was 2a. In the world of processing 3a = negative number 4! It does not = 3. So don’t bitch at me because you don’t understand something that simple. Further more don’t bitch to me about how you can’t understand something so simple as mark the red and you mark the green. Hell, I even said ROJO! Of course we are there to help you, but we can’t help you when we’re clearly helping someone else at the moment. Oh, and then you hand me a 100 dollar bill. You can afford it. No one pays anyone in 100 dollar bills anymore. ATM machines only hand out twenties. That’s it. Where the fuck are you getting these high bills from. There has to be some sort of illegal activity for you, a dirty fucking Mexican to get that kind of money. I’m sorry it’s so fucking hard for people to understand where it states in huge bright colors the prices. We aren’t there to take advantage of you when the prices are there clearly stated. It’s kind of hard to miss, it’s just amazing how fucking stupid some people are. We get dozens of people that come in daily.
I’m getting this all off my chest because I go in to work tomorrow and I rather deal with it knowing that I’ve told off everyone who comes into my work and complains. Because chances are I’m fucked when my boss finds out everything that has happened while she was gone for a week. But it really doesn’t matter because I hate that fucking job anyways.