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The best way to describe this is....have you ever been fucked in the ass so hard that the next day you actually believed yourself to be Da Vinci?...well me neither...why the fuck did you even bring it up?
No no that's not what being a stockboy is like, being a stockboy is kind of like being a prostitute...in that you know you could do better...but you settle for this ugly mother fucker in front of you because he's paying you. I'm very serious I'm a cocky bastard...that thinks he's really intelligent...mainly because I am...and to take orders from people this far beneath me has made me value an education even more then before. My boss once told me "I put everything I have into our department" I almost blurted out : "OHHH YOUR THE LIFE OF BAD DECISIONS I'M SO AFRAID OF...sorry for your loss...of life and opportunity..."
There is nothing quite like actually being told that your job has value when...stocking shelves clearly doesn't.
Boss: "ASAYA YOU MUST DO THIS PROPERLY OR THE ENTIRE COMPANY WILL GO BANKRUPT"
Asaya: "Really...a multi...billion...dollar company will go bankrupt because the english side of the ketchup bottle is not facing directly out towards them? is the customer going to go 'OH MY GOODNESS THE LABELS IN FRENCH HOW WILL I EVER KNOW WHAT THIS BOTTLE CONTAINS?! IS IT CYANIDE?! BLSHWHOWOWHFOWH' *note: blshwhowowhfowh is actually Canadian customer jargon for "Wow my home team lost in hockey...time to start a riot that'll cost taxpayers millions during a giant fucking recession"*"
I honestly don't know why the fuck I'm still there....China's paid for...and the "experience" I'm getting is quite limited...and fucking useless oh I can't wait for law school applications "so you've worked at this grocery store for the past 4 years....get the fuck out..."...I think at this point I'm staying just for the opportunity to argue with people from a culture that isn't my own because if you haven't noticed arguing is very different between different cultures...there are different...rules of engagement let's say...and the accent fucking gets to you, I don't know what it's like down in the States but here in Canada a lot of people still have their accents and it fucks you up in the middle of an argument...so you kinda have to practice on everybody to be fully prepared (ohhh I have a feeling nobody is going to understand shit all that I'm talking about)
(side note: you ever see lawyer commercials where the person name has his degrees beside it like: "Monkey D. Luffy, B.A, J.D, Esq." you know what that Esq. stands for...ESQUIRE AS IN ONE STEP ABOVE GENTLEMEN, ONE STEP BELOW KNIGHT FROM MEDIEVAL ENGLAND...WHAT A DOUCHE....I might do that after I pass the bar...)
(side note that Christina Perri is much cuter then that Katy Perry I don't know what you guys are talking about I don't give a shit how many girls Katy has kissed she can't be cuter then this chick)
But getting back to my bullshit job...it's fucking bullshit man...I understand that any part time job sucks but I think working at a grocery store must suck most of all because there's so much useless shit that can go wrong...and old man stepped on a grape ONE GRAPE beside me and slipped and ALMOST fell and he was complaining about almost breaking his neck I almost said "dude your so old you we're going to die sometime before the end of the week anyways what difference does it make whether it's today or tomorrow?"...and that's why I keep almost getting fired
Unavoidable Battle,
Asaya HelwaEhwee
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