More to my day

Well as my shitty day continues I cant help but wonder what better I could be doing with my life, should I have been a doctor or something important like that? Na that would take far too much effort, instead I will sit here and complain about my crappy job.

It occurs to me that there are certain signs that you really hate your job, the first being, when I wake up in the morning, dreading the horrible day ahead, I do the math on whether I can afford to skip a day and how many sick days I can get away with.

Now that I’m writing this I realize that there is only 54 minutes left in my day, and it’s St Patrick’s day. I’m going to get drunk and fuck a leprechaun.

First time for everything!

Well I decided to blog. I’m not really sure what to blog about, perhaps how shitty my job is or how fucking ridiculous the weather in this country is (I’ll let you guess where I am).

Well I work in customer service and my day is filled with pieces of shit that claim that I constantly provide them with poor customer service, simply because I wont refund their money, never mind that fact that these people are only requiring a refund because they are too stupid to read their contract or pay their bill on time.

While I’m on the subject, where did tis stupid fucking notion of “The customer is always right come from”, I’ll tell you now that is bullshit, if the customer was in fact always right there would be no need for customer service.

So this goes out to all you whining bitches with nothing better to do than complain about $7, GO FUCK YOURSELF.