I hate my job. I hate my fucking job. I fucking hate my fucking job.
And I used to love what I do. For whatever sad and shitty reason, I used to love working in a grocery store. How pathetic is that? It’s a fucking grocery store. I used to love waking up and getting ready for work. There were really days when I enjoyed helping people, I enjoyed talking to customers, and I enjoyed doing my job – but fuck that noise. Day in and day out people will shit all over your day. I’d spend hours to make shit look good, to put product out for those morons and they just shit on you. These customers will shit on you and walk away without so much as a “please” or a “thank you”. I might as well carry fucking bath tissue in my back pocket to wipe all the shit customers leave for me.
So fuck you, Arthur. Fuck you, Deborah. And fuck you, Sharon. Fuck you and your five dollar lipstick that you don’t even know how to apply right. And get that dick out of your mouth, Tom. You look like a twat. You’re in public, you fucking nitwit.Continue reading