xMFKNoJaCKx's blog: "Tidbits"

You know, only a handful of people will bother even noticing I posted a blog, and to those few people, thanks for noticing. It's not often that I throw one of these out.

Now, I'm doing this for a few different reasons. First and foremost is simplicity. I don't feel like telling everyone the same thing over and over and over again because I'm in a bad mood, and it puts me in a worse mood having to explain things more than once, ESPECIALLY things that are pissing me off.

Secondly, because only the people that even halfway give a shit are gonna read this shit anyways.

As is it has become readily apparent, I'm in a shitty mood. Have been for the last few weeks. I've tried to talk to a few people about it, here and offline, but most of the time I just get pushed off to the side, like my problems are less important than the person I'm talking too, and it's pretty much pushed me to the point of open hostility with people I care about. This is not my end goal.

Anyways, to the rant.

I hate my job. I don't just dislike it. I fucking hate it. It's not the environment, or the people. My fellow employee's and my boss are an absolute wonder to work with, and we're all pretty tight knit. Even my job requirements are simplistic, and dare I say it, enjoyable. No, the reason I hate my job is because I have to deal with moronic, completely half-brained customers ALL FUCKING DAY. From the time I start, to the time I go to bed, I get idiot, after idiot, after IDIOT coming through that fucking gas station either not signing the back of there cards and getting angry with me for asking for ID, or telling me that they want one thing and changing there mind halfway through, and getting angry with ME because its MY fault.

I got cussed out two days running because the same gentleman came in with an unsigned credit card, and requested that I fill his vehicle. BOTH times I informed him that if he signed his card, or provided me with a photo ID that I would be more than happy to accommodate him. Both times he swore profusely at me and demanded that I return his card, so he could get gas elsewhere.

Now, I'm not one to stew, but I just don't understand people. How the fuck is me doing my job, protecting HIS money, and making sure that I follow the LAW MY fault? It's not right? So why the fuck do I still feel like shit?

Another reason why I hate my job. I work at one of the busiest stations in my small town. As such, we also have some of the lowest prices, which boosts our customer base exponentially. I have to see people I went to school with on a daily basis. Now, most of them are civil, alot of them out-right friendly. And most are nice enough to ask how I've been, and what I'm up too. But behind the civil facade they put on, I can see the gears turning as they think "I fuckin' knew it. I just fuckin' knew it."

Alot of people would say Im just being bitchy. Tell you what. YOU go pump gas for someone you went to school with for 4 years of your life and see how degrading it is. Try and look them in the eye and keep a smile on your face, when you remember their name and they have to look at your name tag.

On to the next item. Home.

I love my parent's. I really do. They've provided me with food, clothes, a roof over my head, free internet... Anything I could want or need they can provide for me at little or not cost, and I appreciate the hell out of that. but I swear to god if I don't get out of this house Im gonna fucking kill someone. I work, 7 hours a day, 5 days a week, with split days off. And then I'm expected to clean the house. Mow the lawn. Do the dishes. Keep my room clean. Do laundry.

I can understand doing a little bit around the house, but when I'm expected to do everything for everyone, everyday when I work for atleast 7 hours a day, 5 days out of the week, with no weekend It's getting a little old REALLY fuckin fast.

And the last thing thats really bugging me... Well, maybe if your read all the way through this you'll know to ask. I'm not putting that out there for everyone to read. It's personal and I have to much respect for myself and the person(s) involved to post it in some stupid fucking blog. If we're close enough, maybe you should ask me about it. If you know we're not close, then don't bother, because thats the quickest way to me not talking to you for a good long while.