Something Swift this way comes…

It’s the day before the day before Christmas – I still fucking despise customers….My job would be so much easier if I didn’t have to deal with them. Or at least the stupid ones. I don’t get it.

Okay, your total is 69.99

69.99?!?!?

Isn’t that what I said you stupid bitch?

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Do you have any product X?

No ma’am we don’t carry that now, nor have we ever.

But my (cousin/uncle/aunt/sister/congressman) got one from here just the other day.

No, he didn’t, because we don’t sell X

He said he did!

He’s stupid, ma’am.

That’s the kind of shit. A small smattering of the idiocy. Then there’s the people that come in and get pissed because we won’t give them a refund for an item that quit working 5 years after they bought it – An item that only originally had a 90 day warranty. Stupid shmucks. I find myself wondering at odd moments in a conversation with a stupid person how they manage to operate on a basic level and sustain life on this planet, then I realize that I just don’t care enough to ask….I just want them to leave. And they come out with the holiday. It’s like maggots drawn to rotting flesh – The Christmas sales season draws stupid people. The people you have to fight for parking so you can get in to your place of business so you can then turn around and help them with whatever crisis they’re subjugating their family to this year. Christmas is almost over, and it’ll be a relief when I don’t have to deal with the shoppers…we can get back to the normal customers who know a little bit about something instead of three hundred sheep-stupid people trying to get the last battery pack/charger combo for a toy they haven’t even bought yet and not even listening that it’s not the /right/ battery pack/charger combo. And this gets me….I’m standing that, dressed out in full Radioshack regalia, and the fucks walk up and say ‘Do you work here?’ my response? ‘No ma’am, I just really like wearing a Radioshack shirt, you fucking twit.’ *sighs* Soon it will be over and then I’ll have to search for something else to bitch about. Ah well, the joys of life – Enjoy.

S

Okay, it’s 12:55 am…sensing a pattern here? That’s right I’m an insomniac. Today was another hell day. The Saturday before christmas. I don’t know which I hate worse – The sales season or the morons that perpetuate it. It dosen’t matter, I guess….I had a $3500.00 day which is great for valdosta, but jesus, running all fucking day long. So I ended up coming home and relaxing a bit by puttering about on the net, and spending time with my wife. She’s gotten all her christmas wrapping done. I love her, but she’s as bad as the nazi’s that perpetuate the seasonal orgiastic frenzy of buying. She spent 5 hours in Walmart and spent $500.00 there…how the hell can you spend 5 hours in a store when they’re not paying you to be there? Christ…I don’t get it. *sighs* I guess it just blows my mind that someone can do that.

On other notes, the Mush (winter.mushpark.com 3000) is doing well, though slow as usual on saturdays. I find that it’s one of my few solaces in life. A place that requires so much work, time, and patience and it’s something that is absolutely rewarding to me. I guess I’m addicted /and/ insane. Oh well. Fuck it! It’s what I enjoy, and it’s going well, so I’m not gonna let anyone bring it down for me.

And on the negative side again – Another 9 hour day tomorrow in the feeding frenzy of the retail customers as the fucking slackers try to catch up with all their christmas shopping…I mean, who in South GA, the buckle of the bible belt, goes shopping at 10 am on a sunday fucking morning? Stupid Shits….and the mall manager’s a twit. That’s right, i said Joe Megunson, manager of Colonial Mall Valdosta is a FUCKING MORON!!!! He couldn’t manage a 2 dollar whore in Tiajuana, much less a mall – and he’s slowly killing the fucking place. Has been for the last 5 years. They ought to string him up by his nuts outside the food court entrance and let him rot as he swings in the wind. 10 am on a sunday morning my ass. Anyways, that’s all for now. Enjoy.

S

It’s 4:15am and I’ve got to be up in 5 hours to be at work at the Shack o’ Shit on the saturday before Christmas. Holy hell. I hate the christmas season now because of the commercialism and the assholes who come out to shop. It’s like they are rabid ravening idiots, and after only a few hours I end up saying “Merry Christmas” through thoughts of ‘Fuck You’. Materialism and commecialism goes hand in hand, and the people just turn into one broad stretch of greedy mouths begging for more! more! more! Quicker! Faster! now!. Well, fuck them, and fuck you too if you’re one of them. The people who work in retail sales are over worked, under paid public servants who gain no recognition or status from their positions – Usually unschooled working class people who will never succeed in life. It’s sad. There is no Retail Associat of the Year award. Yes, give a medal to a man who kills the most slants or towelheads, give a trophy and immortalization to the man who makes a weapon of such mass destruction that people cower in fear at the very mention of it, but don’t reward the people who are on the front lines of democracy every day, serving its needs and wants. Feeding the desires of the masses has taught me one thing: contempt for the masses. It shouldn’t be that way, but it is, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it, because the american public won’t change, not for us and not for themselves, even though it’s a destructive, self-abasing nature that’s killing the morals and edicts of this nation. All from a retail slaes point of view. I love Christ, but I wish democracy hadn’t grabbed it and run with it, raping and scarring in the process. Just a random thought or two.

S