I missed you guys!

Hello everyone out there in the World Wide Web!

It has been almost a month since we spoke last. A lot has happened since then.

I became a Cash Supervisor at work. Just as soon as I was enjoying working at the bookstore, I had to go and ruin it by applying for this position. I have been doing it for almost a month now. At this point, I hate customers of our store. I don't know how the hell they are anywhere else, but the ones that come to our store are obnoxious. They demand to be treated like royalty when most of them are the scum of the Earth. Definite candidates for Soylent Green!!!!

I think the main pisser is the lack of one word from our (the employees to include managers) vocabulary: No!!! The goal of our "superior" customer service is to make the consumer feel as if they would be causing themselves udder mental anguish by shopping somewhere else for their lattes and magazines because we are always finding new and improved ways of saying "yes" to them. So they leave our store happy believing they duped the idiots who obviously don't have a college degree or any motivation to be worthwhile to society other than asking if someone wants an extra shot of espresso or need a plastic bag for magazine. When in all actuality, Corporate has made the employees so scared of sending customers to their proverbial bedroom for stupidity and shistiness. An unhappy customer an employee calls on bullshit reports to the head honchos that they were, oh lets just say, belittled and called a liar, and that employees ceases to be an employee withing the next 48 hours. I tell ya, customer service jobs are just bitch. But of course, when the company gets hoodwinked and bamboozled outta thousands of dollars due to con-customers, it is the employees' fault for not protect the company. I tell ya, it never ends with the ass raping. Sodomy for everyone!!!

I should call it a quits. It's been fun. We must do this again.

No send out tonight. Just a thanks for not forgetting me!

Yokai!

Anyway, I have come to find out that All that frustration can be solved by a white russian and a quick button polish when I get home. Crazy isn't it.