Most days I HATE my job. Like I honestly wish that I could choke everyone who asks me these stupid questions about the remodel, why things have changed, why are prices so high.. blah blah blah. I don't know. I don't know. I mean, I kinda do but you know whyyyy the fuck they're remodeling. Fuck your opinions. Call the big wigs, leave me be!
I feel like I constantly have to remind people that this job is simply temporary... I'm not working here for the rest of my life. this is not my fucking career. This is a job. that's it. A JOB. The customer isn't always right. You can kiss all of my ass. No fucks are given about you or how you feel.
El fucking FIN.