Work.
I work retail, the worst and downright most frustrating industry to be worked. The public, even though I fall within that criteria of generalization, is fucking obnoxious.
Do I have to hold your hand to make a fax?
Why do you ask me the stupidest questions, unrelated to my department? I am not the service desk. I do not know off the top of my head which kinds of tape we have in stock.
I work at Staples, in the Copy and Print center. I make fucking copies. Honestly, my six year old brother could do my job. Granted, there is more than meets the eye, but I basically feed pieces of paper into a machine so that the same piece of paper can be spit out again. Not rocket science.
But apparantly, the people who come into my place of work, do not grasp the simple concept of what happens behind my counter. And they have all collaborated with each other to come to me with their dire need for copies or whatever all at fucking once. Waves at a time. Wtf?
Don't get me wrong, I adore my job, mainly because it is the easiest job I have ever had in my life. And I worked at Walmart.
It pays the bills, I have awesome hours (most of the time), and the people I work with are pretty spectacular.
I try not to let the little things, like some lady yelling at me over screwed up lamination, bother me, even though that is the worst excuse to yell at another human being.
I like to roll with the punches...
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