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matrixrefugeeI didn't punch out of work until 10.00 pm. I'd been there since 3 this afternoon, and I had to listen to the frockin' teenagers whining about how crummy the job is.
I had to literally bite down on my tongue to keep from saying the following to the lazy-ass cashiers I have to work with:
"Well? What the fuck would you rather do for work? Would you rather be a drug mule and have to carry little plastic baggies of cocaine jammed down your fuckin' throat over the border or through Customs? I'd almost want one of the fuckin' bags to open so it poisoned you and so the rest of us didn't have to listen to you fuckin' whine and bitch and piss all the time. How 'bout in the mines in Peru, where they don't pay you and if you open your felchin' mouth to whine, the foreman beats you within an inch of your goddamned life, or takes you aside and rapes you. And yes, I can talk at you like this: I was learning cursive handwriting when you were still getting your ass wiped by your parents, who in my estimation should both have been sterilized so they couldn't have made *you*.
Feeling better.
Other than that, it was a very quiet day. ::Off to browse around the Godawful Fanfiction Forum to see what delights my fellow GAFFers dredged up from the depths of the 'Net::
I had to literally bite down on my tongue to keep from saying the following to the lazy-ass cashiers I have to work with:
"Well? What the fuck would you rather do for work? Would you rather be a drug mule and have to carry little plastic baggies of cocaine jammed down your fuckin' throat over the border or through Customs? I'd almost want one of the fuckin' bags to open so it poisoned you and so the rest of us didn't have to listen to you fuckin' whine and bitch and piss all the time. How 'bout in the mines in Peru, where they don't pay you and if you open your felchin' mouth to whine, the foreman beats you within an inch of your goddamned life, or takes you aside and rapes you. And yes, I can talk at you like this: I was learning cursive handwriting when you were still getting your ass wiped by your parents, who in my estimation should both have been sterilized so they couldn't have made *you*.
Feeling better.
Other than that, it was a very quiet day. ::Off to browse around the Godawful Fanfiction Forum to see what delights my fellow GAFFers dredged up from the depths of the 'Net::
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Date: 2005-06-05 07:00 pm (UTC)*wanders over to help MR beat some sense into lazy, whiny, self-entitled sprogs...*
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