The Ripped Soul

Sunday blues... too shagged to type out grandmother grandfather story, so Ima do it the short cut method.

Had to clean vomit the moment I stepped in the store.
Morons walked on the vomit and walked all over the place.

Put 2 and 2 together and what do you get? You have to mop up everyfuckingwhere. And after you mop up everywhere, people walk ON the mopped area and what do you get?

Black footprints everywhere. CB.

And remember that stand I made of me being an indian and hating the race still?

It still bloody-well stands today.

Bloody mama customer comes to me when I was wrapping a big-ass boxed present for a filipino family, asks me to wrap his presents, and when I delay it cos I have to serve the customer that came to me first [the filipino family], he complains like nobody's biz of the long wait.

What the fuck?

Do I look like I have 10 hands and 5 brains?

Like fuck la! You come second but want to be served first. Then what of the customer that came first? Chuck them one side? Think you who? President? President also won't give me that kinda fucking treatment.

Fuck these kinda customers. I swear. Don't know what planet they come from with what kinda fucked brains.

Then customers that LOVE the stupid fucking broken capsule machines. I ask you, if you see 10 machines with 6 out of order signs, would you dare to try the rest? STUPID DUMBFU..

Forget it.

Then breaktime.

Forgot to count money before I left.
Came back, shortage $1. Got fucked by my senior like no tomorrow. OVER ONE FUCKING DOLLAR MAN MOTHERF*CK3R.

Some of my seniors treat me like an indonesian maid, I swear.

The way they nag, yell, scold....

Can't stand it.

The greatest battle lies within. SO DAMN FUCK'N TRUE.

Was trying to control the tears, trying to watch the tongue, trying to watch the fist.

I mean if I made a mistake, can't you tell me nicely? Must you yell to get your point across?

Fuckers man, I swear. Feel so damn tempted to just resign in 24hrs after collecting paychq.

I mean I know politics exist everywhere. But come on.. treat people with a little respect. No doubt you're a senior, but shouldn't you teach your students properly? If you keep yelling and telling off and nagging like no tomorrow, both parties won't be happy, work will suck and the mood would just drop. Rather you teach your student nicely and properly and have the student respect you as their teacher and have everything work out the way you want it to.

Want things to work out, work as a team. If you keep pushing the other party around, eventually things would just fall out. Both parties would hate each other. Things won't get done. Period.

It's so damn sickening, I swear. Here kana F'ed, there kana F'ed, everywhere also kana F'ed.

I'm already thinking of dropping out. It's just a matter of fucking time before I actually just take the pay and walk the fuck out. It's bad enough to wake up everyday and dread going to work. So much for the happy nursery rhymes and the smiles and the wonderment of being around toys.

I'm so sick of it now.