sevenhelz

i have NO PATIENCE WHATSOEVER for customers who tut and humm their way through a ten person queue, then take ten minutes to find their money, then take ten minutes to count their change whilst expecting me to put all their stuff in bags, then RANDOMLY STAND AT THE COUNTER FOR A FURTHER TEN MINUTES just so that another queue of fifty people can build up. bastards.
the ones who calmly wander up then grin sheepishly as they fumble in their purses are okay though.

work just generally pisses me off. it's not so much the utter tedium, or the long hours, or even getting shouted at for something i didn't do (and yet strangely not a word was said about the huge mistake i DID make) as the fact that i did this girl's shift on monday and she said she'd do whichever one i wanted a rest on in return; but NOW she's booked herself up for friday, so i have to do it and can't go to phil's 18th bday party. bastards. then i try ringing him and get "hello?" >click<
then i try ringing him again and get ring ring ring >>ansaphone<<

and i know my friends will understand. i know they won't be that bothered. I'M THAT EFFING BOTHERED! I'M SICK OF FUCKING MISSING EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF FUCKING WORK

also, period related back pain really really REALLY sucks, particularly when it wakes you at twenty to fucking eight in the fucking morning. who knew there was such an hour?





bastards