I heard a song today in which the entire hook involved the phrase "I don't want your phone number, what's your credit score". Enough said.
As if painful cramps and bleeding for days isn't bad enough, possibly the worst thing about a period is how fucking horny it makes me feel. What a damn tease.
Customer interrupts your counting (somewhere near 43) to ask a silly question.
Then proceeds to immediately ignore every word you said.
Or else refuse to believe you.
Fuckin waste.
Customers who get snarky because you have to ask them to donate over and over.
Sorry you come in 200 times a month but guess what.
Thats exactly how many times they expect me to ask you!
Have a fucking great...8hours because I know you'll be back then needin some fucking thing! And guess what imma ask you. >_>
Boss asks you to listen to how her prized niece of a coworker sells charity balloons.
You listen, she tries once out of five or six transactions, manages to collect .18¢.
Meanwhile, you beat her daily total on more than one occasion.
The fact that she almost never completes the daily tasks is irrelevant, even though you do on a DAILY basis. Because you are two minutes late and not a relative, so nothing you do is EVER fucking good enough to gain even a little bit of credit in her eyes.
Boss gives you shit schedule to accommodate her vacation, and a day off the niece needs in the same week. Niece gets same awesome schedule she always gets.
Two weekends of awesome sex is awesome.
Waiting weeks in between while he talks all sorts of sexy things while he's hours away?
Not nearly as awesome.