Hurray for the 'F' Word!

wearing: jeans, ducky sweater, new york hoodie, white shirt
eating: apple cider
listening to: nothing

Oh for fucks sake. I just missed the bus again. A whole lot of fucking fun that was!

As you may or may not have noticed, I'm not in a good mood right now. This mood of mine has nothing to do with my canoe trip - that was absolutely amazing! I had a great time! Hell, I wish I could still be out there! I guess my mood started when my mother came to pick me up at GCVI. The first words out of her mouth, the FIRST words were not "How was your trip?" or anything along those lines. They were "You're in trouble at work." Thank you, mother, for giving me stress to finish off what was a peaceful trip.
Apparently some guy's wife came in and complained that I sold her husband a $2 paper for $1 and that I had attitude. Alright. It is entirely possible that I could have charged him the wrong price. But, what the fuck would she know about my attitude? As I recall, she wasn't the one I sold the paper to. This attitude business... I think I have a pretty good attitude towards my customers. In over a year of working, I've had only ONE other complaint - count it: O-N-E! - because - da da da DA! - some lady's slip wouldn't go through the lottery machine! ...And I happen to get along perfectly well with that customer now. Why on earth would I want to give a customer attitude? I mean, with the exception of three or four regulars that I actually enjoy talking to, I quite frankly don't give a rat's ass about the rest of them. I don't have a beef with them. I don't care. I'm a polite person, now why the fuck would I want to give a complete stranger attitude? What could I have possibly done that was so bad that this guy went home in a fit, and instead of coming back himself, sent his wife to the store because he's so horribly shaken? ...I just don't know. Why couldn't he have come back himself and kept his retarded little story straight??
...Another thing that bugs me a lot -- I have a very strong suspicion that if I was a guy, and I went through the exact same scenario, there would have been no complaint at all.
And that's not the end of my work troubles. My bosses are mad because I'm taking so much time off. Hmm, let's see! I take three days off because I'm forced to go to my dad's house. I take more days off for rugby - oh look! One extra curricular! ...I took more days off for a one-time-only canoe trip, and then I took ONE day off on a Saturday night so I wouldn't get stiffed with two weekend shifts in a row and not have any time to spend with my friends. Then, I switched one of my days off with a co-worker - I took that day off after my canoe trip so I could get some work done on one of my two essays that is due immediately. However, since I only got one shift, I traded because I need the money to pay my mother and father for my trip to Europe. So, boss, listen up. I know this divorced-parent situation is an inconvenience for you, but you're going to have to suck it up. You can do it - hey, I did and I was only four years old! As for my extra curriculars, I only get to do highschool once in my life, and I'm sorry, but I don't plan to spend it standing behind a counter selling cigarettes and lottery tickets to random schmoes that meander in off the street. Sorry, but no can do! And as for my one day out of fourteen that I like to take off for myself - what can I say, all work and no play makes Anneliese a very angry youth. So, seeing as I'm not planning to work in a variety store for the rest of my live-long days, no - it is NOT my top priority. The pay is very good for a part-time job, but there's no way I'm selling my soul for $8 an hour.
That's it for work. There's another thing bothering me too, but I'm not writing because it's personal. :P

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