This day....

[roxy]

This day was like being steeped in a lake of fire in hell. Retail, holidays, flailing management and useless temp hires who think 'temp hire' means come in to work when your lazy ass feels like it--or quit on a dime when you realize that the job involves more than walking around saying "May I help you?" all conspire to make you feel like you'd be justified in flipping a table and screaming "GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT, OUT, OUT!! AND TAKE YOUR FUCKING SCREAMING KIDS WITH YOU!!!!" Fa-la-la.

So how's by you?

Also, I will come to your house and clean your windows, wax your floors, whatever it is that cleaning house involves (I'm sure more than what I do: squint at the place and murmur reflectively, "gotdamn, somebody should clean this shit.") if you can get me to write. I waaaaaaaant to, it's just everything in the world keeps me from doing what I want to do. *unhappy sigh* I want to work on my BB, my PE, my slave fic....poop. Oh well. Que Sera Sera an' stuff.

Comments

[fufaraw]

::makes you chamomile tea. microwaves the buckwheat pillow for your eyes. thinks. microwaves the buckwheat neck pillow too::

You're gonna have some fun drinking that tea with that thing around your neck and your eyes closed. This maybe needs more thought...

[gingersnap1224.livejournal.com]

Think of all of the children whose only Christmas wish is a new chapter of your slave fic.

[tabaqui]

Omg, Xmas and retail.

I feel for you, bb.
*smishes*

And yeah - totally fucking justified. Take pictures. :)

[lexophilia.livejournal.com]

I work in retail, too, so I FEEL your holiday retailHELL pain.