And Some Wonder Why I Embrace Female Genocide
First of all, happy 21st birthday Billy! WOOOOOOO!!!
Second, I worked my ass off at the beer cart. Halloween Horror Nights... *shudder* I was on the register and Jason was helping me (in theory). I get along with him just fine and all he did help me out when he was actually there but every two seconds he kept leaving to go get shit. WTF it's the fucking stockers' job to get cups, lids, pretzels, etc. He shouldn't have to leave unless we ABSOLUTELY NEED something, like when I was running out of change. But then he goes and gets cups when we didn't need them, kept bringing shit back and finding out we needed something else so he'd go to get that, I'd turn around and he wouldn't be there. Then he left sixteen minutes early when there was a line. Yeah wasn't that ever fun. Then I had four twenty-somethings come by and bought four beers and one of the two chicks used her credit card. I got the beers but I was rushing because I had a big ass line and I was all by myself and I spilled beer on the receipt and threw it out. Then when I gave her back her card she asked for the receipt and when I went back to get it (luckily it was on top of all the garbage) she started with the bitching: "Yeah, I want to know what it came out to, do you always charge customers without showing them what it came out to?" Then I gave her the wet receipt and she's all, "You're kidding me, blah blah blah."
Fuck you, whore. I told the bitch what it came out to when I rang it up, now maybe she didn't hear me with the cock in her mouth, but I gave her the right shit so obviously I didn't charge her for anything she didn't buy. Second, it's almost two in the fucking morning, I'm tired and stressed out, give me a fucking break. Third, bitch who the fuck are you kidding? Nobody keeps their receipts. Like I believe you're going to keep all your receipts and then go over them when your credit card bill comes in. Yeah fucking right. So the shit was a little wet, oh horror of horrors. Like you've never had a guy cum all in your hair. Fucking die, bitch.
See that's another thing about women that I hate besides everything else about them. They can never pass up and opportunity to be a HUGE FUCKING CUNT! No, they've always got to open their mouths and be bitches. Well fuck you bitch and die.
Second, I worked my ass off at the beer cart. Halloween Horror Nights... *shudder* I was on the register and Jason was helping me (in theory). I get along with him just fine and all he did help me out when he was actually there but every two seconds he kept leaving to go get shit. WTF it's the fucking stockers' job to get cups, lids, pretzels, etc. He shouldn't have to leave unless we ABSOLUTELY NEED something, like when I was running out of change. But then he goes and gets cups when we didn't need them, kept bringing shit back and finding out we needed something else so he'd go to get that, I'd turn around and he wouldn't be there. Then he left sixteen minutes early when there was a line. Yeah wasn't that ever fun. Then I had four twenty-somethings come by and bought four beers and one of the two chicks used her credit card. I got the beers but I was rushing because I had a big ass line and I was all by myself and I spilled beer on the receipt and threw it out. Then when I gave her back her card she asked for the receipt and when I went back to get it (luckily it was on top of all the garbage) she started with the bitching: "Yeah, I want to know what it came out to, do you always charge customers without showing them what it came out to?" Then I gave her the wet receipt and she's all, "You're kidding me, blah blah blah."
Fuck you, whore. I told the bitch what it came out to when I rang it up, now maybe she didn't hear me with the cock in her mouth, but I gave her the right shit so obviously I didn't charge her for anything she didn't buy. Second, it's almost two in the fucking morning, I'm tired and stressed out, give me a fucking break. Third, bitch who the fuck are you kidding? Nobody keeps their receipts. Like I believe you're going to keep all your receipts and then go over them when your credit card bill comes in. Yeah fucking right. So the shit was a little wet, oh horror of horrors. Like you've never had a guy cum all in your hair. Fucking die, bitch.
See that's another thing about women that I hate besides everything else about them. They can never pass up and opportunity to be a HUGE FUCKING CUNT! No, they've always got to open their mouths and be bitches. Well fuck you bitch and die.