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So after years of not dealing with the public as a service rep, yet again, here I am. I don't know how the fuck I will survive this idiocy, but damnit I have to. I guess that's what makes it more infuriating. I have to keep doing this. I have to keep going in, and holding my tongue as child after child cries, as person after person comes in and stands, texting, and buying nothing. I have to keep cleaning up after people who can't read "Trash can is on the right. Thanks!" I have to do so much for these ignorant consumers. And I really really hate it.
Billy called Kim about me hanging up on Pat over my check stubs. I don't know if I recapped that or not recently, but I sent a snotty note to the home office because it's been over a month since I requested my check stubs for assistance at SARHA. So the human resources asshat calls me, yells at me, and I hang up on her. Well Billy told Kim that I have to realize that we're not the only store. Now, there's four people at my store, manager included. This company owns 10 gas stations total. Give each store say... five people. Five times ten equals fifty. Add another... oh I guess 10 people for the office asshats. That's a whole sixty people. Man, I bet that poor old hag is so fucking busy every single fucking day. I know it was like trying to time travel to HIT FUCKING PRINT TWICE FOR GODDAMN CHECK STUBS.
I really wish the guy would have never said something about the store on fire. I wish that bitch burned to the fucking ground and exploded into a million pieces leaving nothing but a crater of suck and fucking sadness.
I can't lose it. I can't fucking lose it because this is all we have. This is it...
I don't think there's a single thing I don't loathe at the moment.
I really hope there's a fucking mircale waiting in the wings because I don't think I can take too much more of this shit. This epic sized retard bullshit that is infecting so much of everything I have.
God.Damn.It.
Billy called Kim about me hanging up on Pat over my check stubs. I don't know if I recapped that or not recently, but I sent a snotty note to the home office because it's been over a month since I requested my check stubs for assistance at SARHA. So the human resources asshat calls me, yells at me, and I hang up on her. Well Billy told Kim that I have to realize that we're not the only store. Now, there's four people at my store, manager included. This company owns 10 gas stations total. Give each store say... five people. Five times ten equals fifty. Add another... oh I guess 10 people for the office asshats. That's a whole sixty people. Man, I bet that poor old hag is so fucking busy every single fucking day. I know it was like trying to time travel to HIT FUCKING PRINT TWICE FOR GODDAMN CHECK STUBS.
I really wish the guy would have never said something about the store on fire. I wish that bitch burned to the fucking ground and exploded into a million pieces leaving nothing but a crater of suck and fucking sadness.
I can't lose it. I can't fucking lose it because this is all we have. This is it...
I don't think there's a single thing I don't loathe at the moment.
I really hope there's a fucking mircale waiting in the wings because I don't think I can take too much more of this shit. This epic sized retard bullshit that is infecting so much of everything I have.
God.Damn.It.