I have been reminessing lately on this little dream I had a while back. You see it's a sweet little dream really. Picture this.

Zombie Appocolypse.

Boom. There it is. My sweet little dream involves a Zombie Appocolypse and a horde of unappriecated, over abused workers who just want to fight to survive. They have used up all of their buildings resources and need to move to the next building.... in the fight to get there they decide someone must be sacrificed. Any guesses who they used, let alone how they used them??

Oh boy, since you asked. They used their lazy ass boss as a wrecking ball, run behind him and pray his blubber holds them off as we go... I know this would never work in real life, but hey a girl can dream.

So today when my manager asked me what I was day dreaming about, of course I told him what anyone would tell a person... Our bosses death. He laughed, I laughed. He said if thought of that too, but not just for him.... He chuckled, I stared and he walked away... I wanna know how he kills me off damnit!

Me : I don't wanna go to work today

Bills :

Standing in line at the clock.

Worker: Another day another dollar.

Next Worker: Don't joke, for us that is true.

Me: When did you guys get a raise????

Retail is a fucked up vicious cycle of endless dumbasses who get what the want. They yell and yell and eventually learn that this 'yelling' is the way to get what they want so they just keep doing it. They don't even try to try anything else. Grown ass adults, these people are grown ass men and women throwing temper tantrums to get what they want because of the horrible injustice being served to them.

I think everyone in the world should have to work in retail as their first job so they can learn the horror of customer service and hopefully kick this stupid habit.

So starting this job you go in head first thinking, okay I've got this what could go wrong. And I've come to realize how much I fucking hate old people and no this isn't going to be me bashing the elderly but we all know who I am taliking about so bear with me. Now I don't mean EVERY old person out there, but I hate those mean old crotchety fuckers who make it their job to spend their retirement making people miserable and only taking jobs to use as play money considering they dont need it. They bitch and moan about how shitty this generation is, they can't hear, they yell, they're dirty, and most of all that they demand the respect from us but do thing in return. Because of my job, I deal with these old sacs of hate and stupidity every day. Don't get me wrong, there are some sweet old people, but God there are some cancerous ones as well. And when I am trying to get along and do my job and all I get is hate and more bullshit rumors its ridiculous. Why can't people just seem to get along? Why can't people just be happy for one another? Why can't this dumb old waste of space realize that I will go further, get paid more and have more respect at the job from everyone while he just withers away with no one to care?

This describes perfectly how I feel when I am asked for a helping hand and I am at work dead tired.

His stories man if half the stories he tells are true he has to be one of the coolest cats that I have ever met or heard of. But when he gets to telling you the same story for about the second time he draws them out so much that I just, I just want to show him this gif ...

Okay so we also have our fair share of jokers here at our center. But we all have that one person who is not funny no matter what they say. Someone else can say the same thing exactly after they have and everyone laughs, but when they say it nothing.

Grinding gears, is when a customer comes in, in a mcshitty mood and some how turns their entire bad day on you. Everything you say and do is wrong. You can be the nicest person there, be very attentive and try to help them out or just be the crappiest worker and not even try and you will still be the issue of their day. And it seems, well at least for me, it seems that when there is one asshole there is always a nice days worth of assholes. It's almost as if they all decided to have a bad day at once and come in to try and test my jedi skills by being the BIGGEST ASSHOLES they can be. And you are sitting there reading this like, 'You work at a Bowling Center how bad could it be?' Let me tell you if they dont know their shoe size, you my friend are supposed to guess. and dear lord if you guess wrong? Or I think my favorite one has to be when you have to go talk to the kids because they are running down the lane on purpose and the Assholes are just sitting back drinking and laughing at their mini assholes in the making. God forbid you mention that they are not supposed to do that, because now you are on their personal level.