The thread for flipping shits (and tables)

Ah, I remember customers.

It is very hard to be polite when someone thinks 40% off means 40% and you have to ring them up.

I hate that we're required to have price tags on the wine bottles in the 50% off rack, since that just confuses people and they continue to argue it with me even though I'd know more about this.

Also I'm exceptionally mad at whoever's idea it was to post the price of a pack of cigarettes with the 2 pack discount. WOW FUCK YOU BUDDY!

I HAVE TO DISAPPOINT PEOPLE ALL DAY

THEN THERE ARE THE ASSBAGS WHO ARGUE IT WITH ME

"Hey, that's false advertising."

"It sure is, are you going to get it or not?"

Or when people think I care that they can get smokes at the reservation for cheaper.

Yeah, I'm going to run to my market manager and be like, "Hey, people are getting smokes at the reservation for 3 buckaroos!"

No, not even they care.

You're going to buy it anyways, and that's WHY they don't care.

I get paid 8.50 an hour, whether I sell you this pack of cigarettes or not. I am not a salesperson, I am a fleshy vending machine who makes sure you aren't too drunk to buy alcohol.

Going to see someone about my depression today. Scary enough on its own, but this morning I got a message from my tutor asking why I skipped yesterday (things have gotten to the point where I wake up, say "no" and roll over to go back to sleep instead of going to class) and also telling me I need to bring in all of my work for the semester for assessment because I'm in danger of failing.

Now I am a ball of stress.

If you can get a therapist or medical professional to back you up, a lot of professors give leeway for anxiety- and depression-induced delays.

I almost feel like I've left it too late without saying anything? Like it would be another excuse in a string of bad excuses for not working on things. :C

As obvious as it might sound, asking for understanding is still likely to get you further than just pretending you're skipping class because you're lazy even if it's not your first excuse.
Getting the nerve to ask can be a bit tricky though...

It never hurts to ask. I know anxiety disorder can make asking for help when you think it'll be turned down even harder, but I know that in at least some cases, if you tell them what's going on even after the due date, they can be understanding (the fact that anxiety and depression can make it harder to ask for help is probably a help here since they take it into consideration maybe?).

Uuuugh, i will try. As it is I'm probably going to be put on report, which means i have to be in class basically all my waking hours because i cannot be trusted to work when left to my own devices, which is ultimately a bit embarrassing but for the best.

Yeah, having a legitimate excuse (even at the last minute) puts you in a better situation than if you hadn't given an excuse at all.

I was in a similar boat at the end of this summer school rigmarole, and I would have failed if I hadn't gotten amnesty. Either way, I wish you luck and offer you a listening ear down the road as usual :c

Me, meanwhile, I'm in one of my ruts where the prospect of checking my phone, facebook, or emails makes me a bit panicky and generally averse to the whole idea. I'm just "nope"ing at the prospect of social interaction with real-life people, which makes no sense considering I've been fine at work.

snipppp

Daddy dearest

Just leave me alone

Rgh just kind of want to stop existing right now
also I'm pretty sure the majority of my ET posts are in this thread? what does this say about me

I want to hug y'all and make you feel better :(

Whoop zoop dad is getting pissant because surprise surprise driving nonstop for about three to four hours with at most half an hour of break makes you tired and prone to wanting to take exits you were told not to take (even though they are all the same)

At least it is a Learning Experince wrt what i can do drivewise

I am not a big fan of having to drive places, especially places far away. I can do it just fine; it’s just there is nothing in the human body that is telling me hurtling down the interstate at 70 mph is the right thing to be doing.

Babysitting mode: ENGAGED

To the point where i have to get signed out by the teachers if i want to leave to get lunch. Pretty bullshit :l

Babysitting mode: ENGAGED

To the point where i have to get signed out by the teachers if i want to leave to get lunch. Pretty bullshit :l

That does not seem to me like a constructive way to accomplish anything except maybe to tear your self-esteem to shreds.
If you've been depressed already, surely this will do nothing but make things worse?
If it were me, I'd be furious.

I just feel guilty because i know i need to sit down and work when i haven't been. :C

The sign out thing is making me kinda mad though. At least I'm not the only one? So i have company in class-prison.

Sometimes I miss my abusive relationship because after beating my self-esteem to a pulp she'd kiss it better with sweet words. I look in the reflection of the cooler door at the store and just break down crying because God, what a fucking pathetic Gen trying to live her life like things are fine and not really going home to anyone.

Wow, I've got all this time to myself now and I spend it sobbing and feeling sorry for myself, at first I lied to myself and thought the time to myself was great, but I just can't handle being alone with myself anymore. I feel myself slipping away further from reality and it's horrifying.

#madpost, more like sadpost #Fake tags because I don't really feel like venting on Tumblr about this like I planned to

woo i got home and now im flippnh out for no reason thats great thats great im great goos jofg

i could solve a lot of it but i wontcant i dont it

i dont know i dont



im cold

Just got the news. Grandma has passed away.

Can't say it wasn't expected, she had been in hospital for a while now and she had been getting worse lately. I'm glad I got to see her one last time just last week.

I'm okay for now. Though all bets are off when Mum come home from the hospital and/or the funeral.

I feel like I should be typing something profound but nothing really comes to mind.

Daddy dearest, you are not 'respecting my decision' if you continually make it clear that you don't approve. Like saying 'can you promise never ever to do anything non-gender-conforming when you're living alone, we just want you safe and your soul untainted by such sinful acts and we should totally lock up and destroy anything you own that we deem impious by the way if you don't promise my heart will break and i will die and you will have killed me [subtext you already have hurt me so much by up and leaving]'

just

this doesn't make me trust you more

go away

Tell your pop pop "Sorry old man, I've got so many butt orgies lined up, I couldn't possibly cancel them all. I mean, once you rent a donkey you can't get your money back. If there's one thing I've learned from you it's the value of a dollar and like hell are we going to let this donkey go to waste."

Uh, i can't speak for Agen but that's kinda untasteful, Gen.
I have to deal with people like that (my family) every day and while they may be stupidly wrong about everything, it hurts to know that you're hurting someone as close as your parents. All i can say, Agen, is that you're slowly going to stop worrying about it (if you are worrying at the moment) and hopefully they will too.

I apologize Agent, and you're right Ed.

I guess I'm not so emotionally close to my parents, to the point where I don't even feel a need to tell them about my gender issues at all. So when people talk about their parents my odd concept of parents makes me insensitive.

It's just like strange and uncomfortable for me when my mother calls all the time now, like why are you calling me? I'm out of your hair now, enjoy your new freedom, God. And I forget that families actually feel a sense of love and worry towards each other?

I dunno, again sorry. I mean the best and want you to be happy is all.