Workings of the lonely man.

You know those people, the ones that are lucky enough to land a job in a time of recession and job loss and still have the audacity to complain about this job even though there would be a lot of unemployed people willing to take said job?




I'm one of those people.

Don't get me wrong though, I realize that I am lucky to have a job and I'm grateful having it, but Jesus Fucking H Christ do those cunts know how to take advantage of someone who just left full-time education.

Three weeks into it and so far I have gotten a total of 3 days off and by Christ, does it not take it's toll on you mentally and physically.

(I should mention that I'm working for a catalog retailer as a item retriever fuckin lapdog.)

Physically, it's exhausting and you really do need time to rest. Mentally? Leaves you incredibly fucking emotionless that you can't even talk to people who are close to you.

The work isn't even that strenuous but they keep calling me in day after fucking day to work shifts and I can't even turn it down as I need the money and I'm looking for a full time job at the end of it. (Christmas temp, see.) But it got so bad that I almost collapsed taking a Hoover down from the top shelf (shelves are roughly ten feet high.)

I also hate customers... they're the worst kind of people.