Now, I don't know exactly what triggered this tabockle because I was having a pretty decent morning. I woke up in a good mood I received a couple adorable text messages on my phone. It really was starting to look pretty good until I went to work. Now my boss, who is a complete **** face, hands me these sheets of paper, a pile thick enough to be a fucking book for dummies. They were worksheets from corporate that were suppose to be given to me a week ago. She hands me this stack of papers and goes "I don't give a shit what you do, but this all has to be done by today". If I didn't really need this job I seriously would have told her to go fuck herself. I was pissed, stressed out, and just plain frustrated.
See here's the main reason to my frustrations; my work station is in the center of the store. It couldn't be more obvious that I'm there, I mean there might as well be neon signs that say "Ask me I know all" and a fucking spot light. I can never get my work done, because I am always asked for help, or for directions to an item. Sometimes I have to practically teach someone how to do something because they got this crazy idea and they can't figure it out on their own.
Besides that, I don't know what's in the air or what these old folks are eating, I mean older than Venray old. They like to walk behind me, and fucking fart. And they are fucking rancid. That happened atleast 7 times today, yes an odd fucking number. To make my day better this lady that I assumed just ate, approached me, she is literally 5 inches from my face and goes "I was wondering if you could *BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP*" She burped in my fucking face. I wanted to vomick, it was disgusting. You would think that would pretty much be the icing on the cake with my bad day. Guess again...
Moments later, I'm putting a holiday wreath together, and this guy bumps into me and I squirt hot glue on my fingers, and burn the shit out of them. I have blisters all over my fingers. I just really couldn't get a fucking break. I went to the back and ran my hands under cold water and just broke down and cried.
Like I said...
Clusterfuck of a Bad Day.
See here's the main reason to my frustrations; my work station is in the center of the store. It couldn't be more obvious that I'm there, I mean there might as well be neon signs that say "Ask me I know all" and a fucking spot light. I can never get my work done, because I am always asked for help, or for directions to an item. Sometimes I have to practically teach someone how to do something because they got this crazy idea and they can't figure it out on their own.
Besides that, I don't know what's in the air or what these old folks are eating, I mean older than Venray old. They like to walk behind me, and fucking fart. And they are fucking rancid. That happened atleast 7 times today, yes an odd fucking number. To make my day better this lady that I assumed just ate, approached me, she is literally 5 inches from my face and goes "I was wondering if you could *BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP*" She burped in my fucking face. I wanted to vomick, it was disgusting. You would think that would pretty much be the icing on the cake with my bad day. Guess again...
Moments later, I'm putting a holiday wreath together, and this guy bumps into me and I squirt hot glue on my fingers, and burn the shit out of them. I have blisters all over my fingers. I just really couldn't get a fucking break. I went to the back and ran my hands under cold water and just broke down and cried.
Like I said...
Clusterfuck of a Bad Day.
