I need a new job, like, yesterday

[wickedjaw]

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

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cynicalwoman says:

[anonymous]

I had something similar happen when I worked at Cee Vee Ess:
*phone rings*
Me: "Cee vee ess; may I help you?"
Caller: "Do you carry enemas?"
Me: "Yes, we do."
*long pause*
Caller: "Have you ever had one?"
Me: "No, sir, I haven't."
Caller: "So you couldn't tell me what it feels like, then?"