Well it's Monday. Again. Fucking-
I just found out that the pair of shoes I'd bought over the weekend
is made up of 2 different sizes. Great. Just great.
Someone I told this to actually asked me if I had tried both shoes on.
Well, no.
I tried one on, and it felt right. Who the hell expects 2 different sizes
in one box?
Dumbass.
So now I've got to go back to that shithole store. And yea, and I've got to keep wearing these fucking
squeaky shoes until Thursday.
It's the 2nd week of May, and I still don't know for how much longer will I be here,
doing the job of a manager, and getting a temp's salary. Not a temp manager, nooo...
The salary of a temporary 'Retail Associate'.
Yep. I'm a goddamn manager on a budget for these greedy assholes.
As soon as I get a better offer, you can bet your ass I'm outta here.
Well back to working.
Oh joy.
Fuck you.
Have a nice day!
Well enough of that.
