because im a whore, working as a casual in this up market department store, they treat me like a bitch throwing me into whatever department that is short staffed.
today my wonderful deparrtment store adventures took me to the confectionary department, where i had to pack chocolates and sserve lollies to people. it was a busy day today and naturally this made me pretty shitty. i was in a foul mood.
after the tidal wave of sugar hungry customers subsided i thought i could have a 2 minute breather, so i wandered around the area a bit. i walked 10 metres and turned around to see if someone was waiting, and this fatty woman was waiting, her deep breathing creating mist on my counter.
this part of the day annoyed me. a heavy, fatty female, with her ample fatty bosoms resting on my counter, whilst her equally fatty breath was fogging up my damned glass counter. the fuck mang. she was so big she should have been sweating butter, or gravy, or some intensely fatty liquid.
anyway, i just kept thinking "havent you had enough, fatty", because she ruined my little breather. she then proceeds to ask me to package all these assortments of chocolates for her. im like goddamn. i shuddered @ the thought of her lounging in front of the tv in her Alf pyjama pants devouring those chocolates, and then brushing her teeth with nutella or peanut butter.
after this she went away.
today my wonderful deparrtment store adventures took me to the confectionary department, where i had to pack chocolates and sserve lollies to people. it was a busy day today and naturally this made me pretty shitty. i was in a foul mood.
after the tidal wave of sugar hungry customers subsided i thought i could have a 2 minute breather, so i wandered around the area a bit. i walked 10 metres and turned around to see if someone was waiting, and this fatty woman was waiting, her deep breathing creating mist on my counter.
this part of the day annoyed me. a heavy, fatty female, with her ample fatty bosoms resting on my counter, whilst her equally fatty breath was fogging up my damned glass counter. the fuck mang. she was so big she should have been sweating butter, or gravy, or some intensely fatty liquid.
anyway, i just kept thinking "havent you had enough, fatty", because she ruined my little breather. she then proceeds to ask me to package all these assortments of chocolates for her. im like goddamn. i shuddered @ the thought of her lounging in front of the tv in her Alf pyjama pants devouring those chocolates, and then brushing her teeth with nutella or peanut butter.
after this she went away.
