I had a great day today until I got to work, and then I realized that every time I have a good day, some great deity in the sky decides to SHIT ALL FUCKING OVER IT. I got to work early and instead of starting the day off smoothly, I was thrust into feeding thousands of hungry little fuckheads and working my ass off until about 7 o'clock. Now we usually start closing the store up at 8, and leave by 9:30, but this new manager tells me that I should start closing up right away so that we can get out early.
I do as he says and lo and behold, some fucktards come in at 8:45 and order three crispanis (Panera's half-assed attempt at a pizza). So I make all of them and clean up my shit for the second time, and then begin closing up the store. Somehow a girl who was supposed to be at the store today just didn't show up, so closing took longer than I expected and went on until 9:30, then 9:45, and finally 10 FUCKING O'CLOCK rolls around and our manager is making us sweep behind huge fucking cabinets and enormous ovens the likes of which I have never seen in my career working there. I get out of that hellhole by 10:15, which makes me insanely cut short for time to do history homework, which I can guarantee I'll be up all night doing.
I tried to call my girlfriend but she didn't answer her phone, probably because it was too late and her dad was being a dick last time about her talking on the phone past 10:30. So I didn't get to vent to her about my shitty day. Then I got home and knocked over a trashcan by accident, spilling garbage that I had already seen the likes of for 2 fucking hours at Panera. I took it out on my mom by accident because I was so tired and overworked and now I feel like shit for that.
I fucking hate life sometimes...its always the stupid shit that gets me down and its always the stupid shit that somehow catches up with me by the end of the day and pisses me off.
I do as he says and lo and behold, some fucktards come in at 8:45 and order three crispanis (Panera's half-assed attempt at a pizza). So I make all of them and clean up my shit for the second time, and then begin closing up the store. Somehow a girl who was supposed to be at the store today just didn't show up, so closing took longer than I expected and went on until 9:30, then 9:45, and finally 10 FUCKING O'CLOCK rolls around and our manager is making us sweep behind huge fucking cabinets and enormous ovens the likes of which I have never seen in my career working there. I get out of that hellhole by 10:15, which makes me insanely cut short for time to do history homework, which I can guarantee I'll be up all night doing.
I tried to call my girlfriend but she didn't answer her phone, probably because it was too late and her dad was being a dick last time about her talking on the phone past 10:30. So I didn't get to vent to her about my shitty day. Then I got home and knocked over a trashcan by accident, spilling garbage that I had already seen the likes of for 2 fucking hours at Panera. I took it out on my mom by accident because I was so tired and overworked and now I feel like shit for that.
I fucking hate life sometimes...its always the stupid shit that gets me down and its always the stupid shit that somehow catches up with me by the end of the day and pisses me off.
