Big giant “Fuck You”

Not to any of you guys, I promise. Mostly to work. Actually, completely to work, and all those associated with it.

Let’s start with my manager, who scheduled me alone, on a week close, on a night when we have to change all the signs, flyers, messages, etc, on top of the normal week close jobs of cutting the film, counting the week’s cash, preparing the delivery, doing the deposit. This is a two person job even without the new promotion.

Now let’s go to my studio partner, who told me she would be in today. Which means I wouldn’t have to do the week close, just help change all the signs. When she didn’t show at 11 I called her. Ooops. No, she’s at another store today and, oh, isn’t that so silly, she forgot to tell me. Fuck you. I had to call appointments and reschedule, since you now wouldn’t be there to do them. They weren’t happy and they took it out on me. And I had to do everything at close, which meant I was there until 7:10, instead of 6.

 And speaking of customers, fuck you guys too. Okay, not the nice passport people, or the family who had the $150 order, but everyone else. No, your kid wiggling around like that isn’t cute. It’s damn annoying. For fuck you and him. And an especially big “fuck you” to my last appointment. You came in at 5:15, already late. And then we had to fit all 12 of you in the photo. And again, your kids making funny faces? Not funny. Annoying. And then, when you kept me there, taking photos until 6, so I couldn’t start closing until the time when I should have been leaving, you only brought enough cash to buy the package. You wanted to buy more, but apparently there’re still people in today’s world who don’t have debit or credit. And no, we don’t take only partial payment. So fuck you for making me work so hard to get the shots, teasing me by originally ordering a huge order, and then switching out for a little one.

 And I’d like to give another fuck you to the regular customers at the self-checkout who couldn’t figure out how it worked. It’s not hard guys. You swipe the item, put it on the scale, repeat. Morons.

And finally, the last fuck you goes out to the people on the bus. Starting with the driver, who was late, the guy who decided to sit sideways blocking the path so no one could get through, and finally the kid who wanted the bus to stop at every stop. It took half an hour to get home, which should have been a 10 minute ride.

So that’s my list of fuck you’s. Why, yes, I am pissed off. How did you guess?

EDIT: Forgot to add, fuck you to my stapler too. I stapled my right thumb today. It hurts. A lot. And bleeds. All over passport photos and stuff. So fuck you stapler that wasn't working right in the first place.

Big giant “Fuck You”

Not to any of you guys, I promise. Mostly to work. Actually, completely to work, and all those associated with it.

Let’s start with my manager, who scheduled me alone, on a week close, on a night when we have to change all the signs, flyers, messages, etc, on top of the normal week close jobs of cutting the film, counting the week’s cash, preparing the delivery, doing the deposit. This is a two person job even without the new promotion.

Now let’s go to my studio partner, who told me she would be in today. Which means I wouldn’t have to do the week close, just help change all the signs. When she didn’t show at 11 I called her. Ooops. No, she’s at another store today and, oh, isn’t that so silly, she forgot to tell me. Fuck you. I had to call appointments and reschedule, since you now wouldn’t be there to do them. They weren’t happy and they took it out on me. And I had to do everything at close, which meant I was there until 7:10, instead of 6.

 And speaking of customers, fuck you guys too. Okay, not the nice passport people, or the family who had the $150 order, but everyone else. No, your kid wiggling around like that isn’t cute. It’s damn annoying. For fuck you and him. And an especially big “fuck you” to my last appointment. You came in at 5:15, already late. And then we had to fit all 12 of you in the photo. And again, your kids making funny faces? Not funny. Annoying. And then, when you kept me there, taking photos until 6, so I couldn’t start closing until the time when I should have been leaving, you only brought enough cash to buy the package. You wanted to buy more, but apparently there’re still people in today’s world who don’t have debit or credit. And no, we don’t take only partial payment. So fuck you for making me work so hard to get the shots, teasing me by originally ordering a huge order, and then switching out for a little one.

 And I’d like to give another fuck you to the regular customers at the self-checkout who couldn’t figure out how it worked. It’s not hard guys. You swipe the item, put it on the scale, repeat. Morons.

And finally, the last fuck you goes out to the people on the bus. Starting with the driver, who was late, the guy who decided to sit sideways blocking the path so no one could get through, and finally the kid who wanted the bus to stop at every stop. It took half an hour to get home, which should have been a 10 minute ride.

So that’s my list of fuck you’s. Why, yes, I am pissed off. How did you guess?

EDIT: Forgot to add, fuck you to my stapler too. I stapled my right thumb today. It hurts. A lot. And bleeds. All over passport photos and stuff. So fuck you stapler that wasn't working right in the first place.