Eat this!

I'm starting to hate certain aspects of my job, not the people i work with...well not most of them anyways. But the people i'm forced to serve, I mean what? I don't know what i'm talking about when I tell you about a product we carry? no I'm not supposed to know anything about it because i work there and all. Especially when you tell me something isn't a liqueur when it says it right on the front IN BIG BOLD LETTERS! Or when they seem to think that hey! throwing a receit at the person across the counter is fun. Or especially when people hold their card to you upside down...i mean what? am i supposed to know what type of freaking card it is by the thinkness of it or maybe the tint of grey or blue or whatever other color it is. Or when people get mad at me for IDing them because there is no signature on the back. You think people would understand that it's for their own protection, but no, they seem to think that i'm personally accusing them of stealing a card even though i do it to everyone in the same situation. Or when people decide that they don't want something and just shove it ack anywhere they want rather then putting it where it belongs.

Another thing that ticks me off is having to pay $1200 a year to be a part time driver, i mean i could get full time for almost the same freaking price. i don't want to dish out $100 a month for insurance if i'm only gonna use the car a couple times a month. but then i know i'll cave and get it anyways. I hate this and i hate not having a choice.

-Matt