Common side effects include...
Rage, vomiting, and slight humor.
As a cart-pusher, I am basically the bottom tier of the Wal-mart 'family', and as such, am the most versatile, yet underpaid, unit. No biggie. However, I do feel heavy anger towards the cart-pushers during second shift. How I loathe them. Lazy, good-for-nothing fuckers of sheep and lice-cunts!
Except the Native American Indian-looking guy... he does awesome work.
Any who... Typical shit: I get to work and the lot is fully packed with carts. There are carts in the corral, but crammed so nit-shitty that I just can't stop my ragetosterone glands.
The good part of tonight was that there is a girl from Rwanda or Uganda -- one of those African countries typical Americans never learn about in the entire span of their existence -- she did a presentation of her homeland's traditions and such... plus an All-American pitch in. I missed the presentation, but had a little bit of food (fatty's trying to lose some weight). I realized too late that the flavor I recognized in someone's salad was cucumber (no brown-eye jokes here, kids) and I got sick. A plus to the night was that I brought home some cornbread.
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As a cart-pusher, I am basically the bottom tier of the Wal-mart 'family', and as such, am the most versatile, yet underpaid, unit. No biggie. However, I do feel heavy anger towards the cart-pushers during second shift. How I loathe them. Lazy, good-for-nothing fuckers of sheep and lice-cunts!
Except the Native American Indian-looking guy... he does awesome work.
Any who... Typical shit: I get to work and the lot is fully packed with carts. There are carts in the corral, but crammed so nit-shitty that I just can't stop my ragetosterone glands.
The good part of tonight was that there is a girl from Rwanda or Uganda -- one of those African countries typical Americans never learn about in the entire span of their existence -- she did a presentation of her homeland's traditions and such... plus an All-American pitch in. I missed the presentation, but had a little bit of food (fatty's trying to lose some weight). I realized too late that the flavor I recognized in someone's salad was cucumber (no brown-eye jokes here, kids) and I got sick. A plus to the night was that I brought home some cornbread.
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