grrrrr--loud vicious ranting!

[roxy]

I went to work, where people proved once more that they were largely stupid, made of stupid and stuffed with a chewy center of ohmyfuckinggodsostupid. Excuse me bitch, pretending I don't speak English doesn't make it right when I tell you you can't do something. Smiling at me while you do it just makes me want to kick you in your ovaries. A whole lot. You might have been hot stuff in high school, but to me, you're just a middle-aged twat with delusions of grandeur and hell no--I won't check to see if we have that dress in a smaller size--this ain't Neiman Marcus or *whatevah*. This is a fucking DISCOUNT!! department store, and who the hell is gonna pay for the dress you already busted out with YOUR BIG FAT ASS??? Bigger not smaller-BIGGER!!!! And hey, that size one you're crippling yourself to get into? It's A SIX!!!!! A SIZE SIX!! Can we say vanity sizing? Also, swear to god if I turn into the kind of little old lady that asks five times where something is and than makes me go there and bring the shit back to her and than says oh dear I don't care for it--whack me. No really, whack me. Baseball bat, whatever, just--wham. Out. My job is to help, not be a personal shopper. No I'm not going to drive you to another Target, or order something from the internet for you--what the FUCK????? What kind of question is that?

Omg....*fans self* Better now.

Oooo! Comments to answer—and later updates…and if all goes really well, in the morning, I’ll make waffles!!

Comments

[kirana]

Ummm . . . when you're finished with the bat . . . .

Could I borrow it? ^^'