Originally Posted: September 5th, 2008
Every time I go outside to smoke a cigarette, I want to get in my car and go. I hate my fucking job so much. There’s something keeping me there but it won’t be able to keep me there for too long. The fricken job just sucks.
Everyone is on my ass about every little thing and it’s beginning to bug me.
I left my head band and Tylenol at work the other day and when I came in the next day, someone told me I better take it home because people are complaining. Are you fucking kidding me? Work is the only place I ever put my hair up and it’s the source of all my headaches, so why remove the things that help with that? Idiots.
My best friend at work shut me out for a few days because I hung out with someone that she doesn’t like. Really? Grow the fuck up. I’ll hang out with whoever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want.
Another co-worker, who has pubes for hair, continues to hit on me. If she was 15 years younger and, oh, I don’t know, cute[?!], I’d tolerate that shit, but it’s getting irritating. Still waiting on the day when she realizes I don’t want to munch on her rug.
There is one person that’s keeping me sane and making work worth going to, but she’s transferring to another store soon, so that sucks for me.
Once I get my raise, if I get my raise, I’m going to save up for a LITTLE while and leave the job behind already. I’ll ignore all the messages they leave me, begging me to come back. That’s what they did last time anyway. I’m an idiot for actually coming back though…but one thing made/makes it worth it.
I can’t be the only one who has ever felt this way about their job, right? Let me know in the comments below how you feel about your job. Maybe your worst job ever? Or even your best job ever.