The mass stupidity of yet another day of long lines, way too much dealings with the public and my so-called "peers" leaves me with a feeling of being totally overwhelmed, more than a little freaked out, and at the point of breaking into tears. I just don't like this; I don't like the public, I don't like the gung ho attitude that seems to pervade my co workers, I don't care how much money I might make in a day. None of this motivates me, yet no one with whom I work can seem to understand this. I do not want to go, but feel obligated to at least finish dealing with those customers with whom I have begun, since I don't feel like I can trust my co workers to take care of anything.
I am so fucking not looking forward to the next twelve to fourteen hours of capitalistic bliss. Bring the damned revolution now!
I am so fucking not looking forward to the next twelve to fourteen hours of capitalistic bliss. Bring the damned revolution now!