UGH. I HATE PEOPLE.

[lunesque]

Okay. I hate work.

What the fuck.

Guy walks in with a cigarette. I tell him 'I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to smoke in the store.' And he's all 'oh, sorry' and drops it on our tile floor and stomps it out. Some I'm all like, 'I can't believe you just did that.' And he's all, 'What's your problem?'

What the fuck is my problem? Instant refusal of service, and will you please leave the store, thank you.

And so he's all, you're a stupid bitch and I'm going to get you fired, and so I said that he was a stupid whore (which was much milder than the statement I was originally going to call him, ie fucking asshole), and that my manager is here Monday through Friday, from hours X to X. Feel free to talk to him.

And then his friend bought things, and he didn't have enough money, and the fucking asshole threw money at me, like that was going to make his face any better.

I'm so pissed.

I cannot think of enough cuss phrases that have 'fuck' in them. Damn my relatively mild vocabulary.

I can feel the tension headache gunning for me. HATE.

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Meh, I say. MEH.