Work Gripes and Home Gripes
Working in retail really teaches you exactly how ignorant people really are. I think it should be a rule that everyone should have to work in retail at least once in their lifetime, just so everyone can see what they look like when they go through the checkout line.
Not to even get me started on the mothers that let their toddlers walk around the store completely unattended and on the verge of tears because they can't find their mother who is too consumed in her own world to realized her child is missing.
Or the fathers that think its funny to let their eight and six year olds run around with shoe horns and slap walls, benches, merchandise, and each other. It is a shoe store, not Chucky Cheese.
Or the people who try to switch boxes around to get fifty dollars shoes for ten. Get a life.
Anyway. The pizza business was more hectic, but at least most of the people weren't completely assanine.
Home isn't much better. I wonder why is it that I am the only one that's worried that my dad spent his entire retirement fund in the last month? Yay for being dirt poor. There goes getting my new car. And having my parents pay for college. Oh, and having them help out with any wedding I might have in the future. Or them being able to support themselves after retirement.
So why do we keep buying things we aren't able to afford? Especially when we have nothing saved up for emergencies, like the seven thousand dollars they have to shell out next week to get our sewer pipes dug up and replaced?
What the hell with life.
Until then...
I can't quite get there cause my heart's forsaken me
Not to even get me started on the mothers that let their toddlers walk around the store completely unattended and on the verge of tears because they can't find their mother who is too consumed in her own world to realized her child is missing.
Or the fathers that think its funny to let their eight and six year olds run around with shoe horns and slap walls, benches, merchandise, and each other. It is a shoe store, not Chucky Cheese.
Or the people who try to switch boxes around to get fifty dollars shoes for ten. Get a life.
Anyway. The pizza business was more hectic, but at least most of the people weren't completely assanine.
Home isn't much better. I wonder why is it that I am the only one that's worried that my dad spent his entire retirement fund in the last month? Yay for being dirt poor. There goes getting my new car. And having my parents pay for college. Oh, and having them help out with any wedding I might have in the future. Or them being able to support themselves after retirement.
So why do we keep buying things we aren't able to afford? Especially when we have nothing saved up for emergencies, like the seven thousand dollars they have to shell out next week to get our sewer pipes dug up and replaced?
What the hell with life.
Until then...
I can't quite get there cause my heart's forsaken me