I need a new job, like, yesterday
I had lots of thoughts today. Some of them were about poetry, some of them were about hot sex. And then I went to work at the Mart of K., and a woman complained about my being a sarcastic bitch. And then my will to live died.
Which, yeah, I am a very sarcastic bitch but not at work. And my interaction with this woman was that I paged someone 4 times to help her with the question I knew nothing about, and then apologized because I didn't do it right. And now I hope she eats a bag of dicks and dies on her tacky Mart of K comforter. No sarcasm!
AND THEN I GAVE SOMEONE TECHNICAL SUPPORT FOR AN ENEMA. And then my will to live died.
So, a nice looking young man with an infant on his arm asked for help, and then told me he needed to find a Fleet enema. So I showed him. And he shared how his girlfriend was very sick. And then he asked me how they worked.
Then I had some very bad moments where my mind was split between, nice guy with infant and ill girlfriend, and creepster drawing me into his weird pervy enema fetish. And finally I told him in as much of a school nurse voice as I could summon, that it was inserted inside, and washed out stuff, and stay next to a bathroom.
I need a new job, right now. RIGHT NOW.
Which, yeah, I am a very sarcastic bitch but not at work. And my interaction with this woman was that I paged someone 4 times to help her with the question I knew nothing about, and then apologized because I didn't do it right. And now I hope she eats a bag of dicks and dies on her tacky Mart of K comforter. No sarcasm!
AND THEN I GAVE SOMEONE TECHNICAL SUPPORT FOR AN ENEMA. And then my will to live died.
So, a nice looking young man with an infant on his arm asked for help, and then told me he needed to find a Fleet enema. So I showed him. And he shared how his girlfriend was very sick. And then he asked me how they worked.
Then I had some very bad moments where my mind was split between, nice guy with infant and ill girlfriend, and creepster drawing me into his weird pervy enema fetish. And finally I told him in as much of a school nurse voice as I could summon, that it was inserted inside, and washed out stuff, and stay next to a bathroom.
I need a new job, right now. RIGHT NOW.