FIGHT THE MACHINE!

[megamunky]

I hate my job so much. I answer to 13 superiors, only 3 or so of which I don't absolutely loathe. My least favorite boss (Donna) who is right over me is going for the head CSM position (CSM's are those folks at wal-mart with the red vests that boss around the cashiers) and myself, along with a good 50 or 60% of the cashiers at the Brainerd Wal-Mart have vowed to quit if she gets the spot. It's getting quite possible that she will for lack of competition. A woman with more employee and customer complaints than any two people in the store. I want to ball my stupid blue vest up and throw it at someone and shriek "Fight the Machine" at the top of my lungs for an hour whilst running around the store writing obscenities on all of the marked down merchandise to represent the corporate machine that people are perpetuating. A friend of mine got bitched out about how big of a corporate powerhouse Wal-Mart is by a guy WITH A CART FULL OF ITEMS! IF YOU HATE WAL-MART DO NOT SHOP THERE! IT WILL WORK, BOYCOTTING WORKS, IF YOU HATE SOMETHING DON'T USE IT! Goddamn I hate people. I mean, seriously, I hate them. I'm draining cigarettes into my lungs at enough of a level to where my belches look like I'm breathing fire.

FUCK!

I MEAN ABSOLUTELY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.