Dear Steamer Lady,

I HATE YOU. I hate your obviously dyed-brown beehive-like hair, your fiftys' glasses, your bony little legs and arms and your crazy eyebrows. I hate your voice, especially when you're asking me to make your goddamn steamer that I make for you 9/10 times you're there. Because I KNOW HOW TO FUCKING MAKE IT, OKAY?! I know, exactly, ( Read more... )

So posting. Yay ( Read more... )

So. I come in early because my manager has to inventory, ie, counting every single thing in the store. So I get to hold down the fort for the most part. So, I get there. Coffee's brewing, most things are set out. We uncover the ice cream. Moron supervisor last night barely consolidated ANYTHING. There were three H-pans that were practically empty. ( Read more... )

If you go to the mall, and you have your kids with you:
DO NOT LEAVE THEM UNATTENDED. Do not let them wander around aimlessly.
Do not let them CLIMB ON TOP OF MACHINES in a play area that just so happens to be across from my workplace.

It is not my job to watch out for your kids.
It is not my job to yell "Hey, get off that!" or gesture at them to keep ( Read more... )

This is just one of those days ( Read more... )

I'd like to say first of all that I rarely use this journal for "personal" stuff but sometimes it's just easier ( Read more... )