Working for Money for to Get the Smarts
Oct. 6th, 2002 10:44 pmOh, Cheese 'n' Christ, why did I get a job? Jobs suck. Everyone with a job knew this before me, and they often did say, "Hey, jobs suck!", but alas, I didn't listen. Instead, I went and got a job as a courtesy clerk, the lowest of all lifeforms. Dear god, what suckiness. I am in actual physical pain from running around all day and running myself over with carts (for I.R. Huge Klutz). I hear the rattling of cart wheels when I go to sleep. I have dreams about bagging food. All for very little money.
You know what this is? It is my come-uppance. It is karma poking me in the eye for thinking too highly of myself. It is a lesson in humility. I AM thankful to have any job, because "the market's tight" or summat. My friend Zatch (yes, Zatch) quit his job as a courtesy clerk because he felt that at 19, he was too old to be bagging groceries and running around the store and basically being the store's bitch, and the lad's been trying to get his job back ever since. Still, it sucks. B-L-A-R-G.
You win this time, real world... but I will have my revenge!
Final note: some guy came in today and ordered 20 pounds of dry ice. (I know this because, as the store's bitch, one of my duties is dry and wet ice-gettin'.) 20 POUNDS. How many human organs is he transporting? How many smoking punch bowls does he need for his Halloween party? WHAT does he intend to do with 20 pounds of dry ice?
You know what this is? It is my come-uppance. It is karma poking me in the eye for thinking too highly of myself. It is a lesson in humility. I AM thankful to have any job, because "the market's tight" or summat. My friend Zatch (yes, Zatch) quit his job as a courtesy clerk because he felt that at 19, he was too old to be bagging groceries and running around the store and basically being the store's bitch, and the lad's been trying to get his job back ever since. Still, it sucks. B-L-A-R-G.
You win this time, real world... but I will have my revenge!
Final note: some guy came in today and ordered 20 pounds of dry ice. (I know this because, as the store's bitch, one of my duties is dry and wet ice-gettin'.) 20 POUNDS. How many human organs is he transporting? How many smoking punch bowls does he need for his Halloween party? WHAT does he intend to do with 20 pounds of dry ice?
