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I've got a promotion, but before I promote, I'm going to emo about my day.
So, I work at a little discount store. I'm a cashier. I get paid $6 an hour to deal with horrible, horrible people.
So, today I felt very very nauseous. My lunch & breakfast consisted of nothing, and during break I decided to fill the void in my estomago (it's spanish for stomach) with some Cheetos and a Spicy V8.
At first I felt fine. I felt nice and good and happy that I finally had something in my belly.
Then I felt nausiated, out-of-breath, faintly delirious, and all-around sick.
At this point I was still ringing up people, getting ready to close the shop, that kinna thing.
I scan this lady's items, I'm all kinds of dizzy, so I turn and puke into the wastebasket behind the register.
The lady says
Are you pregnant?!?!
No, everybody, I am not pregnant.
And shouldn't it be your initial reaction to say "Are you okay?" when you see someone puking their guts out, rather than, "OMG RU PREGGERS?!?!"
I do not have one of those icky beer gut that gives people the impression that I could, in fact be pregnant. I don't dress like a slut. And the lady asked me with such a seriousness that was almost startling.
I hate my job.
I'm sorry for the random little rant.
Here's a promotion.
Yeah.
-Erm
So, I work at a little discount store. I'm a cashier. I get paid $6 an hour to deal with horrible, horrible people.
So, today I felt very very nauseous. My lunch & breakfast consisted of nothing, and during break I decided to fill the void in my estomago (it's spanish for stomach) with some Cheetos and a Spicy V8.
At first I felt fine. I felt nice and good and happy that I finally had something in my belly.
Then I felt nausiated, out-of-breath, faintly delirious, and all-around sick.
At this point I was still ringing up people, getting ready to close the shop, that kinna thing.
I scan this lady's items, I'm all kinds of dizzy, so I turn and puke into the wastebasket behind the register.
The lady says
Are you pregnant?!?!
No, everybody, I am not pregnant.
And shouldn't it be your initial reaction to say "Are you okay?" when you see someone puking their guts out, rather than, "OMG RU PREGGERS?!?!"
I do not have one of those icky beer gut that gives people the impression that I could, in fact be pregnant. I don't dress like a slut. And the lady asked me with such a seriousness that was almost startling.
I hate my job.
I'm sorry for the random little rant.
Here's a promotion.
Yeah.
-Erm