Alright bitch, I get it. I didn't do something right. But I never do, do I? Apparently not!
EVERYTIME I come in there you have some stupid remark about the markdowns or setting the sale.
You're lucky I even DID the fucking markdowns on a fuckfest of a Sunday it was! I did it by the PAPER. I matched up all the damn SKU's and VPN's and marked them all down myself, without a scanner!
Yes, I missed ONE mark on the sheet. I DIDN'T check the god damn space to say that I did those sweaters. GOD FORBID you have to search for something that's already DONE. GOD FORBID I set the damn paper down for a second to deal with a customer.
Don't get all high and mighty on me. Just because your 800,000 years old and have been working here forever DOESN'T give you the right to bitch about me for such a menial thing.
I don't see you working weekends, do I? Who gets to work a full weekend EVERY weekend? ME. Who gets to work with the dumbasses that are here. A supervisor that calls me up to the front even when both registers are full and I can't do a damn thing for anyone. An old lady that's been there forever and can't do a sale in under five minutes without screwing something up. SLOW. I'm working my fucking ass off here, running around the store, trying to do E-Sells and huge amounts of gift wrapping while fending people off to the various registers in very small time limits, and you get onto my ass about not checking a box?
Fuck you, you self-righteous bitch. I'm not going to be your pushover anymore! Oh you're from New York, so that makes you some sort of queen here? I don't give a flying fuck if you've got 'attitude' and you're not afraid to say anything to anyone, neither am I anymore! You can take those markdowns and shove them up your old, rotten, most likely maggot-infested asshole for all I care.
You work on Monday mornings which means you get to sit around with your thumb up your ass for hours on end. Don't give me any bullshit about having to spend 30 minutes trying to find something to mark-down, only to find out that it's already been done. Your precious 30 minutes means nothing to me, when I spend valuable time on that busy Sunday trying to do the markdowns so YOU wouldn't have to the next day.
Next time you get an inkling to fuck around with me and tell me what little fucking fancy floats into that vacant, cobwebbed head of yours, THINK back when I told you I don't give a rat's ass what you think anyways!
Back the fuck off bitch! :fuckoff:
EVERYTIME I come in there you have some stupid remark about the markdowns or setting the sale.
You're lucky I even DID the fucking markdowns on a fuckfest of a Sunday it was! I did it by the PAPER. I matched up all the damn SKU's and VPN's and marked them all down myself, without a scanner!
Yes, I missed ONE mark on the sheet. I DIDN'T check the god damn space to say that I did those sweaters. GOD FORBID you have to search for something that's already DONE. GOD FORBID I set the damn paper down for a second to deal with a customer.
Don't get all high and mighty on me. Just because your 800,000 years old and have been working here forever DOESN'T give you the right to bitch about me for such a menial thing.
I don't see you working weekends, do I? Who gets to work a full weekend EVERY weekend? ME. Who gets to work with the dumbasses that are here. A supervisor that calls me up to the front even when both registers are full and I can't do a damn thing for anyone. An old lady that's been there forever and can't do a sale in under five minutes without screwing something up. SLOW. I'm working my fucking ass off here, running around the store, trying to do E-Sells and huge amounts of gift wrapping while fending people off to the various registers in very small time limits, and you get onto my ass about not checking a box?
Fuck you, you self-righteous bitch. I'm not going to be your pushover anymore! Oh you're from New York, so that makes you some sort of queen here? I don't give a flying fuck if you've got 'attitude' and you're not afraid to say anything to anyone, neither am I anymore! You can take those markdowns and shove them up your old, rotten, most likely maggot-infested asshole for all I care.
You work on Monday mornings which means you get to sit around with your thumb up your ass for hours on end. Don't give me any bullshit about having to spend 30 minutes trying to find something to mark-down, only to find out that it's already been done. Your precious 30 minutes means nothing to me, when I spend valuable time on that busy Sunday trying to do the markdowns so YOU wouldn't have to the next day.
Next time you get an inkling to fuck around with me and tell me what little fucking fancy floats into that vacant, cobwebbed head of yours, THINK back when I told you I don't give a rat's ass what you think anyways!
Back the fuck off bitch! :fuckoff:
