Fuck you, retail job.
Fuck you a lot.
I know if most people got a call from work saying "You don't have to come in all week, hours were cut",you'd do a little dance.
That lasted for 30 seconds.
Yay! No work! WOOT!
Then I remembered that I'm broke.
Shit.
Keep up production, they say.
Keep selling, they say.
Well, now we have nothing to do, so we will cut your hours.
Bastards.
A blind, retarded kid coulda seen that coming.
1 comment:
Being happy about having less hours is a luxery.
Back when I was a pizza boy, they used to "put me on break" when things were slow.
For an hour. I was supposed to just hang around the store and smoke while the managers made fun of me.
It was so cool!
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