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Working at Things Remembered the day before Mother's Day is a form of fucking hell. It was busy as fuck, constant asinine customers, and despite not being there for several days and spending all my work time at the super positive and way fun law firm as soon as I walked into the store I immediately shifted into I feel like a fucking dumbass and hate myself mode. Which is fucking lame of me and blows.
And guess what? I work again tomorrow. Oh ye gods, I cannot wait until May 17, 2006 at 9:30 p.m. which will be my hopefully all time LAST and FINAL fucking shift as a retail slave. Ugh. I feel all pissy and just not good about myself right now. I despise retail and I super despise fucking girly ass shops with nice workers who somehow still manage to make me feel like a goddamn plebian.
And guess what? I work again tomorrow. Oh ye gods, I cannot wait until May 17, 2006 at 9:30 p.m. which will be my hopefully all time LAST and FINAL fucking shift as a retail slave. Ugh. I feel all pissy and just not good about myself right now. I despise retail and I super despise fucking girly ass shops with nice workers who somehow still manage to make me feel like a goddamn plebian.
