Monday, January 23, 2006

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:

Sean said...

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!