i am not sure how much i like this band what
Todayyyy this humongously fat bitch fat fat fat fat fat bitch in pink came in and welllppp long story short, I was not gooey sickly sweet sugar candy nice to her and she got butthurt like nobody's business. She was obviously trying to provoke me to actually be rude to her, but I was polite, which she also complained about actually. She asked me who the manager was and I told her we had several, and she asked which she should contact to complain about me to, and I told her the name of the manager in charge of cashiers, which is pretty much spicy good, because this manager always defends her girls. I was helpful and friendly, aside from the initial shortness due to stress and business, and this woman was just rude rude. Some other cashiers were asking me silly questions while I was doing the return, and I told them to hold on and not sass me, and this whale of a cunt said, "Taylor can't handle responsibility." Man I had the cryest cry ever as soon as she stepped out that door. It is easily the most forwardly horrible anyone has ever been to me in my entire life. But man, it makes me feel better to know that I will probably never have to deal with her again, and even if I do, it will be only briefly. I just imagine how truly miserable her life must be, that she feels the need to be so terrible to others, and I feel better. She's fat and mean and disgusting. She probably doesn't have friends. No man would ever be attracted to her. She has to buy ugly clothes because anything cute is too small. None of her coworkers respect her. Yes. I feel pretty awesome.
I also healed the pain by renting a movie and buying some cds! Hooorayy consumerism is my mother and she loves me tenderly.
Unless a manager swindles me into changing shifts, since the store director so skillfully scheduled about four office cashiers in the morning and none in the evening, I will be going on a date with this darling suitor of mine tomorrow! I am so nervous, so nervous, but I have a pretty good feeling about it.
I also healed the pain by renting a movie and buying some cds! Hooorayy consumerism is my mother and she loves me tenderly.
Unless a manager swindles me into changing shifts, since the store director so skillfully scheduled about four office cashiers in the morning and none in the evening, I will be going on a date with this darling suitor of mine tomorrow! I am so nervous, so nervous, but I have a pretty good feeling about it.