I really fucking hate people sometimes. It was busy at work, and I said that I could take the next person. So I’m waiting, and this lady is just completely ignoring me. Okay… maybe she didn’t hear me. Whatever. But then the guy behind her taps her on the shoulder and points to me, obviously telling her I was open. This woman, who I’ve never seen before in my entire life (that I remember), fucking GLARED at me and then turned away. For no apparent reason. I waited for a few seconds, thinking maybe it was just my imagination, but no. She still refused to even look at me. Whatever. I came so close to going up to her and being like, “What the fuck is your problem, asshole?” Well… okay, I never would’ve done that, but I wanted to. I’m not sure if maybe I didn’t completely kiss her wrinkled old ass one time when she was in and therefore decided that she hated me… or maybe the fact that I’m pretty obviously gay offended her… whatever. So then later, I’m trying to shut down the lab and whatnot, which really takes my full attention and requires me to be in the backroom for probably about 20-30 minutes total. Amanda decides that she wants to do reshops (note that SHE decided, she wasn’t told to do them), so then she kept bugging me to stay in front to watch the register so she can fuck around with reshopping stuff. It’s like… listen, kid. You are getting paid to ring people out. I am getting paid to shut down the machine correctly and hopefully on time. If you can't do your job, then I can't do mine, and I'm not going to waste MY time doing YOUR job for you just because you can't be bothered. Jesus!
Okay, I feel better now.
Okay, I feel better now.