The customers I am cruel to do not care if I went to college … what books we keep on our shelf remains useless information. All I am there to do is hand out food and return slightly correct change.
If someone gives me a compliment I stay passive about a “skill” I feel like they are patronizing me. I get more worried about weight more than ever now. Constant visualizations of growing wider; as wide as some as our customers deeply and I mean morbidly frightens me. I think about the food we serve and feel guilty. I will never call in. I have been insanely late with no repercussions. I almost lost my job when I wasn’t being peppy enough. Don’t tell me to smile if I’m working my ass off. That is what I am there to do. I am utterly replaceable. If I feel a rule is arbitrary I don’t fallow it-this has nothing to do with any sort of food safety. -
I enjoy rude customers more than anything. No sarcasm. I kind of developed a tendency to laugh at them if they yell at me…their tensions rise and I laugh harder.
Is this bad? I’ve never, ever been such a shitty human being.
I wish I hated my job because it was hard. Not because I am ashamed of myself.
However, I met my best friend in this town, Rose at work. Which led you to meet Albert. I love those assholes so much.
WHY IS THIS THE ONLY GOD FUCKING DAMNED PLACE THAT WILL HIRE ME?
WHAT THAT FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?
What if I do this forever?
If I get pregnant, what do I do? In terms of money.
I’m not proud of this.
I’m no better than anyone.
I hate when any sort carpooling vehicle is equipped with a pissy mom/troop leader /yoga mat owner
But before and after that….
There is you
There is always love. Always.
I will do this until there is something else
I never will never, fucking ever quit unless I have another job.
Please do your Fasfa, darling.
oh did you mean that subject with a dick going in them?