Oh joy
Recipe for a lovely shift at work:
Yield: One snarling, vicious employee lurking behind a moderately blank expression torn between hoping to finish their day without one more belligerent fuckwad "expressing their opinions" and the bloodthirsty wish one will.
I don't know who or what has been pissing into the collective area's corn flakes, but it seems like every customer in the last few days is suffering a biblical plague of nettle dipped hemorrhoids.
I am way too pretty for this shit.
- Take one slightly hungry, preoccupied adult store employee.
- Add a large Rockstar (or two).
- Apply to several multi-stage projects.
- Then fold in a generous dollop of clueless knuckle-draggers who need such difficult concepts such as what an arcade is or where the movies might be explained, in detail.
- Bring to a full boil with a handful of paranoid gits who behave like you just lodged a cattle prod firmly up their arse and sodomized their dear departed grandmother when asked if one might be able to help them find something.
- Garnish liberally with passive-aggressive jibes from previous paranoid gits.
Yield: One snarling, vicious employee lurking behind a moderately blank expression torn between hoping to finish their day without one more belligerent fuckwad "expressing their opinions" and the bloodthirsty wish one will.
I don't know who or what has been pissing into the collective area's corn flakes, but it seems like every customer in the last few days is suffering a biblical plague of nettle dipped hemorrhoids.
I am way too pretty for this shit.
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