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I hate my job so much that I don't care if I'm late anymore. On the 17th, I will have worked there a year, but until then I have to keep praying for my self-degrading money slave status to stay, and butt kiss the people I deal with. As you would guess (what a shock.. not
), so and so lied about the timed stamp thing, again, and I asked the upset customer if he wanted a reciet, he said "yes" and left with it printing, and it pissed me off like hell, because I yelled four times "sir your reciet!" How is he not leaveing and ignoreing me to do the following?! (He did this twice now.)
a: teach me a lesson
b: To give me physical proof of my "wrong doing" to him.
I am sick of this #$%^! Not getting tired of it! Not trying to accept it, because it's not acceptable imo! I AM tired of it! Period!
In fact, there were people in the garage that were in ear shot this time, hearing me rant for a few minutes. See? I'm a freak show now! In fact one of them, I noticed suddenly said "And there you have it .." Said to his little buddy. Do I know who they are? No. The owners of the garage? I smile, do my job, and I just get $%^. I earned money. Whoo hoo mom! Whoo hoo!
I never felt this stressed out before. Having the ability to get more material objects hasn't done #$% for my esteem!