So I've been in a bad mood lately. It's a combination of things. The heat. Mosquitoe bites. PMS. Withdrawal. But mostly? It's people. People make me want to fucking kill shit.
If you want to know the true pettiness of human nature, don't go to war or move to a third-world slum...work in customer service. I am astounded at what people think they can ask for. Prepped-out hipsters try to haggle down a $1 late fee. Mild-mannered housewives bitch you out for a $4 refund. People yell - YELL - because movies don't work. It's not about the money. My pay is shitty no matter how great the business. It's about the audacity that people have nowadays...that they can indignantly ask for shit they don't deserve, that they can act like they are entitled to treat you badly because they frequent a business. Of all small businesses, movie rental has the most visible scale for consumer accountability. And what I've learned from my job: most people are not accountable. WAY TO FAIL, MOST PEOPLE!
I think it's this city. I love Toronto, but fuck if city life doesn't bring out terrible sides of people. This stress is contagious. I think we all need to trap ourselves in sensory deprivation tanks for a day and chill the fuck out. I need to chill the fuck out.
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car
road
store
cash
hammer
car
road
house
foyer
livingroom
couch
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HEAD
HEAD
HEAD
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carpet
bleach
hammer
sink
soap
water
-I
If I were a pie, I would be....Leave Me Alone You Ignorant Fucker Pie (rasperberry, white chocolate mousse, with a crumbled shortbread crust)
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