i'm sick of work.
8.5 hours and a 20 minute break. what the fuck. seriously. i was so pissed off at my manager.
my feet were aching at the end of the day. i didn't get to fucking eat. i normally go to subway on my half hour.
so i was also very weak. i thought i was going to fucking pass out.
today was just so bad. i wanted to walk out. i really did. i debated for a couple minutes.
then i talked myself out of it.
which is good because i kind of would have regreted it later on. aka: right now.
and the customers were ridiculous. i know its senior day, okay?! I KNOW. >
after each transaction: "did you get my discount? i'm a senior." yes...i can see that by your old, ugly, wrinkled face. yes. i know you're a fucking senior. or...this is the best. with their grouchy attitude and raspy voice "I'M A SENIOR!" o.m.g.
another pet peeve: when their total is .53 cents and they give me a $20.00 bill. and i literally have to waste my $5 bills on them. ug. and when i say waste...its b/c we don't have that many in the safe.
laskdjflkajsdflkjaslkdfjlkasjdflkjasdlkf.
SO. with all that said. i am officially looking for a new job. anything. and then i get to walk in there and say "i quit" and feel wonderful.
so that was my whole day. old people and annoying managers.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
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