Who hear likes to get yelled out for mistakes made by other, stupid people that are stuck in a dead end job; raise your hand!

My hand, as I must explain since your not here with me; is pointing to the sky. I have just recently began working at the local (undisclosed grocery store). Or as I more preferably call it, Satan's asshole. OH yeah, it's THAT bad.

One of the only points I made during my interview were: I cant work until the week of the 30th, and I can only have/only want 20 hours a week. I dont need money that bad, and I have a life.

Lo and behold I put in 20 hours the week before the 30th, yes that's right, the one I said I couldnt work on, and the week following I had 36 hours. I know that if your working in a grocery store and that is your end career (as good as it gets for you), your probably didnt excel in math. BUT 36 is 16 more than 20, and you can use a simple calculator or your hands to figure that one out. Idiots.

I also realized how much I hate People, again. I say again because I quit my job previously (to play baseball) and just asked to be rehired. People ridicule me while I'm standing there, just to be an ass, not even to be funny. Also there are the people that screw up my displays that I'm building (a display is a whole bunch of a product on a shelf) for those who arent grocery suave. After they do screw it up by lading their food stamp wagon to the brim they smile at me, like they are the only ones shopping in the dairy isle, each time it's funnier.

In the first week and a half I have worked with and helped some of the most ignorant people on earth, I feel dumber just thinking about my experiences. As I was trying to find some yuppies gay ass fat free soy milk he mentions "It's hard to find a good dairy guy," AS I stood in front of him looking for a half gallon of soy, soy milk, GET NORMAL MILK ASSHOLE.

Also just today I was filling the shelf with buns, hamburger buns and I had the bin of buns behind me which I take the buns from and set them nice and neat on the shelf. This one guy with his friends comes up, fills up his arms with buns and puts them in his cart. His friend looked at him and said "wouldnt it have been easier for both of us if you just took them from the bin instead of the shelf after he puts them on here."

I looked to the friend and simply replied "good call...good call."

I myself work in dairy so im in the cooler for a lot of the time and that's fun, not only is it 30 degrees, it reeks of old cheese and milk; sort of like Bob. I think that is why I detest work so much, but that's another story. Well not really but I dont want to get into the Bob "issue" just yet, I'll save it for when I run out of everything else.

My hatred for the grocery store runs deep, like Bob's fist in a an old Portugese man whore. (Ran out of stuff 3 paragraphs ago)

Refering to the first paragraph today I was confronted by the head honcho guy. He asked me, " where's your name tag?"

I replied "I told the personnel manager to get me one, but she forgot."

He then sternly answered, "well you better get one."

What the hell is wrong with this picture? the Personel manager forgets to do something I asked her to do and I get in trouble, good system. I would like to be at the level in the store where I can merely walk around and talk to people and get paid for it, I'd be great at that, not only do I hate work I also love talking to the elderly like they are children.

I have also came to a conclusion regarding my job, at the grocery store here is the equation they use for my pay check.

Amount of hours X 5.15 - union fees - taxes = professional ass reaming - cost of KY jelly

I think im worth more than that, Bob would dissagree im sure, but after all the costs I at times lose more than half of my meger paycheck. I dont need a union, I'm 17 years old. Lets also take notice to the idiots at the service desk well maybe just one; I've only had experience with two, the one was cool and helped me but the other did just the opposite.

I'll relive the moment with you. I walk up to the service desk to an open window with a woman counting money. I stood there a good 3 minutes with here just stanind there counting without noticing me I kinda waved and tried to get her attention, nothing major. Then she looks up at me, apparently done counting I then start to say I want my check and she walks away from me. She went into another room or something then came back, still without saying anything to me and asks "what do you want?" Now that's service.

I simply replied I want my check, gave here my name and everything, she gives me my check then LEAVES, so I cant cash it. Luckily there was a younger, nicer person there and she hooked me up with my sweet 79 dollars for my 20 hours of work.

Well after a week and a half that's what I have, and that doesnt even tip the iceburg, I might crack myself, I need another job. Have fun, and happy shopping. I'll leave you with a little message, Help out your local Dairy Man when you take some milk out slide the one behind it in it's place, saves me a lot of time, Later.