i just wanna lay in bed, nurse my wounds, and eat tacos. who’s idea was it to give me an eight hour shift today? fuck my life.
A new hire asks how she can get a black lanyard. My reply?
The worst part about my job is working at 6AM on a Sunday after closing the previous night, ugh.
Fuck you, kmart. Fuck you for being the only store open for last minute shoppers and making me see that asshole!
And, Asshole! Don’t try and act like you weren’t getting that slut something. You look like an idiot trying to act like you weren’t at the jewelery counter and then call me over to say hi. Then, lying and telling me you’re picking up something for your son. Ugh!
Fuck this shit! But I shouldn’t feel bad. You got her jewelery at Kmart, that was on sale!
Work at 7am?! EW! It should be against the law to work before noon on Sunday let alone even be out of bed! I’m gonna need that extra hour.
That moment at work when you’re complaining about a co-worker you can’t stand and the WHOLE store can hear it.
Tumblin from my phone. Blah, I hate periods! I feel like a pile of shit but at least I’m not pregnant!