WARNING: Heavy underlining and bolding follow along with general ranting, raving and swearing as befits a disgruntled employee.
If I smoked, I'd be a chain smoker. I know I'm still young, so the things I have to worry about are small potatoes, but the things I put up with drive me to drink. The things people say to me sometimes are just enough to make me want to hurt them. Such as a co-worker telling me that I'm doing something wrong, when I was trained to do it years ago and have been doing it right the way I am doing it. That gets to me. It makes me want to do it wrong right in front of his face, and then turn around and look at him like he's my bitch. That's how I feel. Or, the people that come in to your business and treat you like shit because they are your "customer". I had a kid, must have been twelve, come in and demand he see something on a game, I told him I hadn't heard much about it because the game isn't out yet, I promptly directed him to our magazine that has info on upcoming games. He rips through the pages like the dumb monkey he is, then tells me the magazine is crap and that I should get a different job because I know nothing about the games he is interested in.
Now, let me tell everyone something. No matter what happens or where I am in life, nobody of any station, age, or place is going to treat me like shit and disrespect me, especially for some stupid-ass reason as they "think" they are better than me. That kid is lucky he came away walking still and that my previously mentioned co-worker had been present. Because otherwise, I swear on all that is good and holy, I would have taken his body apart piece by piece and disposed of it in our back-room in enough time to come back out to greet the next customer. If you think your just the most precious thing to walk in my front door that day, think again, asshole. I deal with a hundred "preciouses" a day, and every single one of them means exactly dick to me until I get a warm, kind response from them. *sigh* Now, fuck off and have a beautiful day.