Dec 31, 2004 15:02
It's 3pm, I got home from work about 20 minutes ago, and I already managed to drink a shot of vodka and eat, in that order.
I fucking hate this job. In fact, the only thing worse than the customers is the employees. I'm too fucking angry to talk about it (or rather, I'm kinda mellow after the vodka, but I'll get pissed all over again if I write it). At least I made good tips today.
My sister started working at the convenient store that's at the gas station a few weeks ago, and a few days ago she got a score of 12.7 (out of 100) in a secret (or is covert?) inspection, and was summarily fired (I never got to use a word like "summarily" before. Must be the vodka). Today my boss (who's the boss for both the station and the convenient store) asked me to talk to him on my break, and when I did he explained to me why he had to fire my sister. It was rather amusing, like I was some big-shot mob boss, and one of my underlings did something so bad that the cops couldn't get him out from jail or something. Ok, it wasn't quite like that, but it was quite close.
Anyway, I should finish my apple and then take a shower. I just pray to god that I'll have normal people to work with next week. Because if I don't, the next step is to bring alcohol TO work, and I really don't want that.