I hate retail. I fucking hate retail. Last Thursday, I stumbled upon another job. I now not only work for a film/video/edit studio, but also in an outlet store's warehouse. Porters Ski and Sport is my employer, and they own 4 stores in the Tahoe area. My job is to receive all the shit they sell, process the paper work, put tags on all product, and then take the shitty old delivery van to each of the stores to drop off stuff. The warehouse I work in is fucking tiny, it is not much bigger than say two high school classrooms. It is filled with piles and piles of boxes and shit to process. To add to all that chaos, Porters decided to stick their main offices right in the same room. It is a ridiculous mess, coupled with mass confusion.
I want to murder all my co-workers. I work most of the time one-on-one with this fucking 35 old bitch who wont shut the fuck up about what she is doing. "Now I'm going to seal this box up" "now I'm going to hang these clothes" "blah blah blah" To add to that, she has a fucking speech impediment, so she sounds like porky pig. I just sit there quietly doing my work and the whole time she is just flapping out unnecessary bullshit. I just want to look up at the nasty bitch and tell her to, "Fuck off."
There is also this bug eyed fat bitch that works in the offices that wont shut up. She is always wearing these short shorts and low cut shirts. I want to wretch every time I accidentally look in her direction. One day I'll take a fucking tagging gun to her skull.
...sigh, this 9 to 5 bullshit is killing me.
