So I absolutely and undeniably hate my job. That's it. Sure it's just a fast food restaurant. I'm not meant to like it. But when you're put through constant teasing and tormenting and pranks... it gets old... and nasty... and you start to hate people, and life again. It brings back all of the bad memories you don't want to deal with, because there's no point anymore (except for the memories of your asshole ex boyfriend who just used you over and over again and you kept falling for the sweet, same bullshit talk over and over again. Those are ever present).
But when you A) work with mostly high school students and B) supposed adults who do nothing but fuck around, torment you for no reason, and act just like the high school kids you despise working with, you hate going to work. You start to hate life again. And it sucks because I need this job. I just can't up and quit. I'm paying for college out of pocket so for me to quit and try to find a new job... that's not an option.
Also: The managers don't do shit. They say your their favorite because you work the hardest and your the best with customers. Well if I'm the best fucking employee at this god damn mother fucking job then do yours and take care of the problems. When I say I quit and mean it, you won't take me seriously, because you never do anyways. I'm too fucking weird for you to take seriously. I'm too fucking joker like that you won't believe me. And you punish me for stupid shit that others get away with. Well what the flying monkey's ass fuck!? how is that fair!? I always come in early for you. I always stay late for you. I always give up my days off for you god damn mother fucking people!? So how is this fucking fair!?
Not only that, but when I come to work, I want to count my drawer and WATCH YOU MOTHER FUCKING PEOPLE LOG ME ON!!!!! I'M TIRED OF COMING IN, BEING HANDED A HEADSET, NOT VERIFYING MY DRAWER IS AT $150.00, AND EXPECTED TO TRUST YOU GUYS!? I DON'T TRUST ANY OF YOU PIECES OF SHIT FOR AS FAR AS I CAN THROW YOU!!!! NOT ONLY THAT, DO NOT PUT INCOMPETENT, LAZY ASSES ON MY DRAWER AND LET THEM USE IT WHEN A) I'M NOT EVEN IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AND B) WHEN I'M ON MY GODDAMN BREAK! THERE IS A REASON FOR THAT!
Not just that. I hate it when I'm off getting something and taking an order, and their on my register putting it in. I get it, you're trying to help. I really do get it. But I can memorize long orders and if I need to verify it with the customer, then I will. There is a reason why I do drive thru order taking! I can multitask like that, unlike you little high school bitches who just want to be on your phones all fucking shift and gossip like there's no tomorrow! And then you wonder why I get angry!?
Look I don't like the attitudes. I don't like the behaviors. So I'll be a bitch to get you guys to fucking understand that I'm not fucking around! I'm tired of getting used all the time by people and getting treated like shit when I do my best to treat you guys how I want to be treated. I already get enough of that bullshit outside of work (and you wonder why I feel so down all the mother fucking time). I have a hard time dealing with shit as it it and when you treat me like this at work... well it won't end pretty in the long run.
I can't wait till I either A) Drop out of college and move to Canada, B) Drop out to be a tattoo artist because I can't stand school any longer or my fucking job, or C) I finish school, get my degree, and can apprentice in a tattoo shop.
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