to wal-mart.

i really don’t like the people i work with. even though they are nice people, i just wish they would shut up and leave me alone. i don’t care what they have to say. if your boyfriend broke up with you and broke your heart, i don’t care. don’t bitch for half a day to me about how sad you are. i don’t care how much your back or feet hurt. did i bitch to you when i was over nine months pregnant? no. yes, my back and feet and everything else hurt as well, but i didn’t sit there for half a day complaining. i don’t give a shit if you’re tired, if you have a headache, or if your dad died last night. yes, i am nice to you. only because i want to be a nice person by agreeing with you. i’ll say, “yeah, i’m tired, too,” or, “oh, gosh, that sucks. it’ll get better, don’t worry,” or, “what time do you get off?” i say these things so you won’t think i’m the bitch that i am. that way you won’t talk shit about me like all the cashiers do. i do not want to involved in all your drama. don’t include me in your rumors or secrets. i just don’t care to have people trying to ask me what’s going on. so don’t try to tell me, because i don’t want to know.

the people i work with think they are funny. they do things they think are amusing to others. i supposed they are – but they’re not amusing to me. please stop. you’re not a class clown, this isn’t high school. maybe if you weren’t so busy trying to be funny, you could learn to quit being lazy and do your job. you can stop leaning up against your register when you should be redlining. you can stop staring at my line of customers while you have none, and instead of just walking off to talk to another lazy cashier, you could grab one of my customers and actually work for once.

i am tired of your jokes, they aren’t funny. i’m tired of your drama, it isn’t worth the breath that you take to speak about it. even though i’m smiling, agreeing, or seem to pity you, i don’t really give a shit.

please die, so maybe they can hire better cashiers to take your place. cashiers that work. and don’t bitch so much. and don’t walk off so they don’t have to work. maybe some cashiers that aren’t ugly, too – that would be nice.