Pre-2021 Work Themed Dump

I do not suffer fools gladly.

Or anyone for that matter.

All people do is demand or take from me without recompense.

My work environment is noisy and stressful enough without the unpredictable problems customers dump on me.

I swear, I can say "two and two are four" and the person I'm speaking to would think I said something strange about beetroots.

And then they refuse to believe my correction.

As you have guessed, I am not a people person.

Unfortunately I am indispensable, without me the place would fall apart.

So I just have to plaster on a fake neutral expression and endure.

Despite the fact that I want to tell them to get to the fucking point or fuck off.

I have been intermittently going into work to get a task done. It's so much nicer when I am alone with my thoughts.

I'm not sure about the Scottish Twitter accent I have inexplicably picked up.

There have been plans to move me away from the front of house to the back.

None have come to pass.

I feel exploited.

Not that you care.

I'm too old to get another job.

They all want young, energetic, eager human puppies to break and abuse.

It used to be "employee relations". Now we're just "human resources" to exploit, exhaust, discard.

If it wasn't for the meds I would have a conviction for assault or attempted murder.

So I hunker in the office, hackles up, hating the phones, the emails, the customers too obviously.

Customers can't work a simple purchase without complicating things.

The number of times people ask "will it fit in my car?" buggers my belief.

They can't understand measurements, opening hours, or the importance of bringing their money with them.

Or they attempt to haggle. We're a charity shop, not a fucking garage sale.

Present them with the full range of options and they will automoronically request "none of the above".

As you've noticed, I am unfit for retail work.

Unfortunately that and elderly care are the primary employment options in my area.

And no, I cannot afford to move somewhere else.

It also seems that every time I attempt to be proactive, I get attacked for wasting my effort when I should be doing something else that I wasn't told about.

And now they wonder why I'm not proactive.

Humans are idiots.

No wonder I eat too much comfort food.

Just ask Marvin the Paranoid Android.

I struggle to get to sleep before midnight and wake before 8am.

Magic FM will play forever when I go to Hell.

I wonder if my face would smile if I finally won Powerball and could hermit up in a small house in a beachside village.

I drew this from grim experience.

Hasn't this dump finished yet? Well, I have. No more titles, God rot you all.

I see the Imgur app's rearrangement option doesn't do jack.

Cat tax.