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i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job.
It's not the people so much oh no... no no no. Its that fat bastard that calls himself the owner that makes me hate it so. He's just such a miserable person and pathetic excuse for a human being that he has to blame all the mishaps or occurences of misfortune happening at the store on someone else. Apparently it's MY fault that business has gone down. OH WELL I'M SORRY RANDY! I'M FUCKIN SORRY that I don't posses a magical power like Folger's coffee to make people get up in the morning and say "Hot Damn, lets go to that fuckin piece of shit hole in the wall restaurant and get a fuckin Salmon Sandwich or something".
I manage food and labor costs. I take inventory TWICE A GOD DAMN WEEK and keep every customer that comes in so fuckin happy they're whistling zippidy-do-da out of their assholes. The Problem lies with a LACK OF MARKETING and a MISJUDGEMENT of your CUSTOMER BASE. Do you know what these large "technical" terms are asshole? Do you know what a clientele is?
Right now Randy's sitting in his large house resting his gargantuan cranium upon his rather large pillow. I hope he gets a one way all expense paid ticket on the express elevator to hell.
I'm putting in my two weeks.
It's not the people so much oh no... no no no. Its that fat bastard that calls himself the owner that makes me hate it so. He's just such a miserable person and pathetic excuse for a human being that he has to blame all the mishaps or occurences of misfortune happening at the store on someone else. Apparently it's MY fault that business has gone down. OH WELL I'M SORRY RANDY! I'M FUCKIN SORRY that I don't posses a magical power like Folger's coffee to make people get up in the morning and say "Hot Damn, lets go to that fuckin piece of shit hole in the wall restaurant and get a fuckin Salmon Sandwich or something".
I manage food and labor costs. I take inventory TWICE A GOD DAMN WEEK and keep every customer that comes in so fuckin happy they're whistling zippidy-do-da out of their assholes. The Problem lies with a LACK OF MARKETING and a MISJUDGEMENT of your CUSTOMER BASE. Do you know what these large "technical" terms are asshole? Do you know what a clientele is?
Right now Randy's sitting in his large house resting his gargantuan cranium upon his rather large pillow. I hope he gets a one way all expense paid ticket on the express elevator to hell.
I'm putting in my two weeks.