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My wife smacked up my car last night, and since i can't yell at her, I'm posting here. So hold on...
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING! HOLY FUCKIN' FUCK FUCK! YOU WERE IN A FUCKING PARKING LOT, HOW FUCKING FAST WERE YOU GOING. GO BACK AND GET THE FUCKING PIECES! HOLY FUCK, COME ON. I CAN'T HAVE ANYTHING FUCKIN NICE WITH OUT YOU BREAKING IT. COME ON, FUCK! IT WAS FUCKING NEW! WAAAAA HAAAA HAAA! FUCK ME!!!
Thank you for listening..
	I've got my own rant. I strive to be the nicest guy you'd ever meet. But I'm also a flawed human. So yes, I am that one crazy bitch who's SUPER nice, until I'm pushed one step too far. And then, I turn into Bernadine from Waiting To Exhale...
	And you never quite know about me, when I've had my fill, and am about to just click. Last night and this morning was as close as I've come to full-on, "Burn this fucker to the ground!" mode in literally years.
My overnight assistant manager and I bust our hides night in and night out. Since my job also entails being the cashier, being "the face of the store" for customers (helping them, offering advice when I can, etc.), and watching out for shoplifters, I can't do as much work as my overnight manager can. But together, on our rotation, we carry that store. We do the bulk of the slave-labor donkey work of the store - stocking, building features, working the truck shipments. If you're reading this wondering where are our day and evening people to help out...well, we're wondering that, ourselves. In fact, the other overnight rotation (that gives my manager and I days off) doesn't do hardly shit else, either. Favoritism and laziness has gone on for way too long in my store.
Even our regular customers that frequently shop there notice it - hell, they come back and report to us on what they see go on, on mine and my manager's week off. In short, not the hell much. I'd lay money on it, that my particular store location is headed for the chopping block, eventually, if my manager and I leave, and the favoritism and laziness isn't dealt with.
What that store really needs is somebody who isn't afraid to come in and break their foot up some people's asses, and deal with the bad fruit.
So the other overnight cashier came in and we told him about all the stuff my manager and I have noticed isn't getting done when my manager and I aren't there. We might have well been talking to a telephone pole. My manager talked to him about the cooler and freezer not getting filled. Almost every week, when we come back from our days off, our cooler and feeezer look so empty and bare, it literally looks like our store location is already going out of business.
The other overnight cashier was with a regular who knew all of us who work at the store. We had a casual conversation in front of Photo Lab, and I was telling the other cashier about all the stuff we notice is never getting done, and it always comes back on my manager and I.
The other cashier flat told me, "Well then, if the job sucks that bad, then, why don't you two just quit?"
'Scuse me?
/looks behind me on one side, then the other...
On the outside, I was like...
	But let's just be real, you know how I was inside...
That comment came from the other overnight cashier. It was him, our regular customer, and myself in front of Photo Lab, with my overnight manager inside the cooler, stocking the cold drinks, so he didn't hear.
After they'd left, I'd told my overnight manager what the other cashier had said. My manager's chin literally hit the floor, followed by this question - "Why didn't you knock the hell out of him?" I'm not fucking kidding, y'all! This man is my boss, my immediate supervisor. He can't write me up or fire me, but he can recommend such. And this man - my boss - is literally asking me, why I didn't slap the shit out of the other overnight cashier. Yes, you read that last sentence right - MY BOSS IS ASKING ME WHY I DIDN'T GET INTO A PHYSICAL FIGHT WITH A COWORKER OVER SAID COWORKER TALKING SHIT TO MY FACE!!!
I told my manager, because the conversation was on-camera, and the fact that I do need this job. I understand that everyday is not going to be sunshine and roses. But every single day isn't supposed to be a valley of tears and misery, either.
My therapist can't understand why I'm so overwhemingly Eeyore negative all the time. I don't know, anymore, I really don't...

"Why don't you two just quit?" he says. Why don't you and every other asshole in this store start pulling your own fucking goddamn weight, and stop using the senior overnight manager and senior overnight cashier as a fucking bailout and a get-out-of-work-free card.
Get up off your sorry motherfucking asses and do some damn work!!!!! Quit stealing the company of the wage money they're paying you for the jobs you call yourself doing!!!
Bitch!


						
	
  
	