I hate my job. At least my coworkers are amusing. I just have no clue why some strange old guy followed me around with a dirty mop head in a grocery bag for like 5 minutes, but it was creepy. There seems to be a lot of people who assume that because something is on sale in an ad, that something that’s similar but not even the same brand is also on sale, and then they argue after they paid for it. I have a 30 minute “lunch” which is usually soon after i start my shift, like 2 hours in, and for the next 6 hours, I get maybe one break if I’m lucky. Heh, at least I’ll move on to a mall job for next summer’s hunt for cash [read: department store or maybe victoria’s secret- places where a discount would come in handy]. Well, I shouldn’t bitch until I have a real reason to bitch… too late now.
Goodnight, ringy-dingy-dingy-dingy. Gotta get up early tomorrow to go for another 8 hours at schmo-mart.