May 26, 2002
I give up. I am tired of trying to be civil. I get gum snapped at me by greasy haired checkout girls, bread packed on the bottom of my grocery bags by pimply faced boys with tattoos and earrings, no assistance from the chubby girl in customer service wearing her little sisters outfit I think, blank stares from my boss because she can’t answer a simple question. Wait, That wasn’t very nice, I set her up, the stupid bitch, I get a kick out of looking at her ugly face as she tries to come up with an intelligent answer.