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Cold winter nights, burried in the snow,
Music: Temptations - My Girl
Reading: Prisoner of the Iron Tower
Where: MarvinXP
Time: 2.22 am
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. . .
Honestly, sometimes I really just don't know why I bother with any of this shit.
Work is just getting worse every few weeks. Cynthia is quiting after this month. She's pretty much the only decent worker there, and the only one I enjoy working with. We actually get things done. Or rather, I get things done and she makes food and helps a bit with cleaning. Regardless, everyone else would rather sit on their ass and make money by doing nothing but getting fat. At least she's willing to do the work without much complaint, and can survive so long as she gets recognition for the work she DOES do. Working with her is a bit motivating, where as when you'r with someone like MIKE or KHIRA you can't help but want to collapse on the floor and sleep instead of work because, really, whats the point if they're not going to help and just look at you like you're stupid for doing the work we're supposed to?
And so much for a raise. Or making what, legally, I should. 44 hours a week isn't worth part time.
Whatever though. After Cynthia quits I'll have to pick up the slack and deal with it, because I don't have any other option until summer when I MIGHT be able to get a temporary place in Grande Prairie and make a decent amount of money. For now I need to stick with this. A grand a month will at least keep me fed, and I should be able to pay off my 800 worth of phonebills by February with it at the very least.
Fucking Telus. I haven't been on the phone that much this month, I know that. CERTAINLY not running up a phonebill of 500 dollars. The 3-400 from previous months is expected. BS, but expected!
Whatever! People really aren't worth this much money. I only get fucked around in the end anyway. We all do though, don't we? So, no more phone calls. No more saving for idealistic trips or buying friends things like food or anything when they don't pay back the money, show no appreciation, and act like I'm some sort of vending machine that hands out money if you say "PLEASE?!"
You know, I really hate when people come into Subway and order something we don't have at the moment, and then bitch at me like its MY fault that the last 40 customers used up our bread and we haven't had the opportunity to make more of their precious cheesebread. Excuse us if two people isn't enough to serve customers, make all you fatfucks your food, and clean up after your goddamn messes. Pigs.
Or when they're picky about their subs, and I do everything they ask for as well as I can, and then they don't say even a "Thank you" in return. Yeah, have a nice day. Don't choke TOO hard! SEE YOU.
Very polite. Grateful, really.
Just for the record, we make what we're told to make. We make it as quickly as we can. Unless you start phoning ahead to make sure we have your bread or whatever you want(hint: call an hour before, because thats how long it takes, k?), you MIGHT just have to suffer with some wheat or white. GOODLORD, NO!, right? Spoiled fuck. Go back to A&W and eat your cheesburger. I swear, I won't use Mayo next time you come to the store if you STOMP OUT of it like a five year old because we don't have honey oat.
That soup, by the way? Yeah, even if it DOES come in frozen blocks. . . it takes time to cook. Suck it up, princess.
Want cookies? Too bad. Your fat cousin ate them ten minutes ago. Which cousin? How should I know! You all look and act the same. Go back to America, PLEASE.
But yes. You can have a bit of extra meat if you ask politely. In fact, if I'm working the register, I'll give it to you for free! If you're a decent person, you might even walk off with some free carrots. 'cause god knows we don't ever use those things, and if you like them. . .
Also, you know how you just made me wipe down the counter, the cutting board, the knife, AND pick through the inserts to make sure the veggies weren't going to kill you because you're allergic to everything but bacon, lettuce, and mayo? How about how you made me count out 24 pieces of it because you want to die of a heartattack, and got pissed when I only put 23 on? Yeah, well, we don't appreciate you glaring at us the entire time. Nor your utter lack of gratitude. And how about a tip for the inconveniance you caused US? or an apology to the twenty people behind you waiting to be served, even. Next time, send your husband in. We like him. He smiles.
ugh.
And fuck girls.
- Matthew
Shivering with pleasure while the stars begin to glow.