My Job Makes Me Want to Kill Myself

I work at a fucking gas station and i deal with fucking retard customers all day who cant do simple tasks such put gas into their bloody vehicles without fucking it up in some huge shit storm! They ask me to look up a movie that they want to rent because they can't be bothered to walk over to the 2 ROWS of movies we have to find it themselves. And i swear to FUCKING CHRIST! that i can't stand that stupid look on your shit head face when you ask for a package of cig's and then rip out the fucking filters and plastic for me to throw away! The only thing i should throw is my fucking fist on your fucking face. Bash your fucking skull in you dumb fucks! Eight hours a day, desperately trying to hide my contempt for mankind, i'm not a violent person and nor do i want to be...But i feel like i'm pushed to the brink limits. Just to day i had some bitch ask me for a "20/20" calling card, i gave it to her and she says she wanted a bravo calling card. This is a problem because they are non refundable so guess who gets to pay for the unwanted calling card and i cant believe i just took that shit this is what my job has done to me! it's fucking killing me and i'm not the person i want to be. This concludes my problems with customer now for my boss and co-worker. I'm currently in the last stages on completing a portfolio for which i will soon submit to a College i want to attend this is all i've got and if it doesn't work out than my only plan B is to build a good resume. Heres my problem with my Boss; she spews out bullshit hallow praise at me like "your the only good employee i have" and is it any coincidence that i am working an eight hour shift alone on a Sunday for the fourth fucking time, AND WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH SUNDAYS BEING SO BUSY! now i would be okay with half the shit i just listed if she had made me the assistant manager when the oppertunity came and she asked me, i said yes and she gave it to this new girl. Let me tell you something about this girl, Lazy as fuck and the most work she does is when she's feverishly typing text msg's on her cell while i do all the work. When i get a drive away i have to pay for it, she doesn't. Why the fuck on her that women would choose her over me is completely beyond me, This is twighlight zone shit FUCK!!! it's like the Iraq war!!!! and shes Bush!! IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT ANGLE YOU LOOK AT IT IT"S JUST COMPLETELY INSANE! Everyday i go to my job i feel like a failure. at least now i feel content having purged myself of this filth.

I also hate the secret shoppers, there like the secret police in Nazi Germany
I would also like to say to those who actually read all this crap, Im truly sorry for my poor spelling, bad grammar, and punctuation


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Submitted by citizen477 on Tue, 03/27/2007 - 15:17.

Ruffus:
No apologies necessary. I feel your pain like you wouldn't believe. What makes my job a depressing prospect is that I took the job because it was full time and though my part-time job before this current one was great, but it just did not pay well. So, now, I have a car payment and a job I hate. So much for upward mobility.

Submitted by Xstate on Tue, 03/27/2007 - 15:40.

DO yourself a favor and walk out. Anyone that makes you pay for drive offs could get in legal trouble if you ask me. I'd walk out immediately.