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PolkOut.com is gonna transform and roll out! Maximized.
So I am now officially banned from this ubiquitous coffee establishment that I will not name. I imagine it's for life, or as long as this dipsh!t is manager. Some people are just so absurdly thin-skinned.
The cover of the new Cosmopolitan--the one with Julia Stiles who is hot in a weird sort of looks-like-everybody's-cousin way--features the intriguing and titillating headline, "Erotic Sex". Do the writers of Cosmopolitan know something the rest of us don't? Has everyone, up until now, been having boring, sterile, Amish sex?
Did I mention I was yelled at by the regional manager of delis? I think I might've but I forget. I cut this woman a pound of Land-o-Lakes yellow American cheese--that's the better yellow American, so rich, so creamy, so delicious--and she returned it because it was too thin or not shingled or because she's a f!cking retard. The guy was super pissed too, mostly because I was pretty adamant about showing him how little of a sh!t I actually give. I hate my customers. I hate every goddamn person who orders fifteen freakin' things right as I'm about to go on break--why don't I get tips? Why don't we have a tip jar? Boss says "your job is your tip jar", what the f!ck dose that mean? "Life doesn't have a tip jar," "when you get a full-time job, there'll be no tip jar," "I hate you."
Those assholes in Carvel get a f!cking tip jar. And goddammit, when I'm working full time I hope I'll be making more than eight-f!cking-dollars an hour, making a tip jar entirely unnecessary. And Christ, people, these are f!cking cold cuts, relax. I'm not delivering your goddamn grandchildren, I'm not trimming the hairs on your nutsack, calm the hell down.
Other things I hated this
week: Well done filet mignon. A poorly made egg cream. Deranged old people.
...I think that's about it. For now. --End Transmission--
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