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roxyI blacked out at work today. Yes, I blacked the fuck out and I don't mean I got faint and fell over I mean I BLACKED OUT! Like, bitch I'm going to choke you the FUCK out if you reach under my arm to grab a sweater one more time. And roll it up in a ball while I'm standing RIGHT THERE and toss it on the shelf like, "Beulah, fold that for me will you, and after that bring my lemonade out on the veranda."
This bitch trying to dig shit out from under me until finally she walked back to the other side of the table to turn sweaters like they were compost and I had the EYE on her, the one that reaches into the back of your skull and pokes you in the brain—ask the children they know what I mean. She's making sweater balls and I'm on the other side steaming. I just about levitated 200 lbs of pissed off sales clerk right into the air. One more fucking ball and I was gonna come right over the top of that shelf and Matrix that bitch. She had me walking the floor PISSED off and talking to myself. I know, I know—you need to buy stuff and I need you to buy it in order to get a paycheck but REALLY? What the fuck?
Ah, retail! A job that the people you work for act like being a sales clerk is as important as being a nurse, and the people who shop there act like the people you work for bought you off the block. Thank god I get all the coffee I want, when ever I want it. Not that it's exactly a perk we offer, *koff*….
Hanging on until the end of January when it's all over with. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
This bitch trying to dig shit out from under me until finally she walked back to the other side of the table to turn sweaters like they were compost and I had the EYE on her, the one that reaches into the back of your skull and pokes you in the brain—ask the children they know what I mean. She's making sweater balls and I'm on the other side steaming. I just about levitated 200 lbs of pissed off sales clerk right into the air. One more fucking ball and I was gonna come right over the top of that shelf and Matrix that bitch. She had me walking the floor PISSED off and talking to myself. I know, I know—you need to buy stuff and I need you to buy it in order to get a paycheck but REALLY? What the fuck?
Ah, retail! A job that the people you work for act like being a sales clerk is as important as being a nurse, and the people who shop there act like the people you work for bought you off the block. Thank god I get all the coffee I want, when ever I want it. Not that it's exactly a perk we offer, *koff*….
Hanging on until the end of January when it's all over with. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
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12/18/10 09:48 pm (UTC)My going to work is often filled with homicidal thoughts. Once upon a time i was stupid enough to apply for team leader, not realising exactly what I was doing to myself. Today I had colleagues complaining they wanted chairs that i didn't have, customers complaining about whether I was planning on opening up any more tills and then managers whining about why do we have queues. To which i wanted to turn around and say because we're a fucking supermarket you simpleton.
To say that xmas is my least favourite holiday would be an understatement. I mean really you've gone around an entire store bought half the shop and then come to me and go 'be a dear can you pick me such and such because I've forgotten to pick it up' even though its like the other side of the shop.
UGH!!!!
Okay I'll stop ranting now.
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12/19/10 02:11 am (UTC)*FALLS DOWN LAUGHING!!*
I can't believe that someone would ask you to run around and do their shopping for them! People! I can't imagine asking some one in a store do what folks ask me to do!