InsaneJournal

Current mood:

infuriated

Merry Bloody Christmas


- Hey, whoever you may be, if your brat decides to leave an unfinished ice cream on a shelf, how about telling somebody about it? If you left the ice cream, and you aren't a child, fuck you, you tramp.

- Hey, Paul (manager), I know you already screw your employees, so professionalism isn't your strong suit, but, god, really? Insulting one of my friends to another of my friends, taking someone off the till just so you can have some guy chat with them, having moods with employees for no reason - go, jump, now.

- I've been on the till today for seven fucking hours. I have literally only left this till for breaks and lunch because the shop has been SO BUSY that I have been incapable of leaving the till. All I have done all day is serve people, one after the other, with no breathing space. So, when you come in, for the fucking piss easy three hour shift at night when there are barely any damn customers - how about you actually get behind the damn till and let me wander? Stop ringing me when there's only one customer in the queue and do your fucking job.

- Ah, I see the only temp you're keeping on permanently after Christmas is Gareth. The one who goes to college, has other commitments, is a medicore worker and is going to ditch out the second he has something else to do. Wow, well fucking done. I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say that it's because he's sixteen, so he's on the lowest wage, yes, they are that tightarsed.

God. My day sucked.