So people have been telling me to blog about my job. Why? Because it sucks. I work at a Virginia ABC Store, aka a liquor store. A lot of people think working at a liquor store would be fun because you are surrounded by booze all day. They think you get a discount on liquid gold. Both of these statements are FALSE. The job sucks, and the characters you interact get on my damn nerves. I took the liberty tonight at work to compile all the shit (mostly the people) that piss me off and get on my nerves. The job sucks…
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~White boys who act as though they have something to prove to the black guy.
~People who take their job too seriously.
~People without power who act like they do.
~People who think they are better than others.
~Co-workers who make horrible music and ask me to listen to it. I’m too nice to tell you it sucks.
~Cindy. I hate that bitch.
~People who don’t take their damn receipts and leave them on the counter. I’m not the garbage man.
~People who already smell like alcohol and are looking to purchase more.
~Asians. They NEVER know what they want.
~Customers with “the shakes” that are buying alcohol for me.
~Older ladies who sing “I love it when you call me big poppa” to me in attempts to get my attention.
~Old Italians who refer to black people as “mooks” to me, also a black person.
~Co-workers who suggest I use Viagra on my girlfriend.
~People who come in and pretend to be drunk already. If I told your ass you can’t buy shit, you’d be mad at me right?
~People of the orient. They never know what they want.
~People who ask me if I believe the governor of Virginia is really going to privatize the liquor industry. I really don’t care.
~People who come in “just to look” and don’t buy shit. I think they’re stealing, but I don’t care enough to investigate.
~People who come in the store and interrupt me when I’m on the phone w/ Jonny Casanova. I know I’m at work but I wanna talk shit about you to my friend so leave.
~Former employees of the Virginia ABC and wanna talk all damn day as if they already know everything. Get out.
~Customers to talk to me about fucking. WE ARE NOT FRIENDS.
~Customers who don’t like the way I bag their shit. Does it matter? The shit inside will STILL get you drunk.
~Customers who beat me to work even when I open the store. They just wait outside in the cold. Alcoholics.
~People who ask for beer.
~People who act like it’s my fault we don’t have what they want.
~Why do the Mexicans always ONLY have $100 bills?
~People who only buy the mini bottles of alcohol. Restocking those tiny ass bottles with my big meaty hands is a BITCH.
~Gay niggas who try to buy $1700 in alcohol, including Nuvo, with stolen credit cards.
~The co-worker who always calls outta work.
~The fact that the managers are ok w/ aforementioned co-worker nigga never showing up and making me work harder for the same amount of money.
~THE BITCH WHO KEEPS TRYING TO SELL ME COLOGNE (bootleg Polo Black) OUT HER DAMN PURSE! Waddle ur ass back to ur car and go home.
~Truck day. Unloading that thing is a bitch.
L’Chaim…. P!ed P!per