Basically I got a temp job at this one Tesco right. I don’t have to go in much but I’m called in when needed. So anyway let me just start off with why are some people so weird? Like, why do people purposely want to make you feel awkward and uncomfortable?
I was there, chilling behind the tobacco counter when this guy came up. I looked at him and he didn’t even look eighteen. So I just raised an eyebrow at him as he stood there pointing.
“Can I get that pack of cigarettes please?” I looked behind myself, trying to figure out what he was pointing at. I looked back at him again and asked for some I.D. he handed me his provisional and I saw that he was of age. I turned back again, asking him to clarify which ones he wanted.
“Them ones there,” he said, still pointing to nothing in particular. I sighed in exasperation as I turned around once more, plastering a fake smile on my face.
“Which ones?”
“Them,” why couldn’t he just bloody tell me which ones he fucking wanted?! I turned once more, mumbling profanities under my breath.
“Just joking, I don’t smoke anyway.” he said after what felt like minutes. I was so close to losing my temper with this guy.
“Well you don’t look eighteen anyway.”
“Is it? Well I am, how old are you?”
“Nineteen,” I replied nonchalantly as I printed out some lottery tickets for him.
“Oh, you got a boyfriend?” he now asked, smirking. What the fuck?
“No.” he was now leaning across the counter just gazing at me. I’m not even going to lie but I felt extremely uncomfortable under this strangers gaze.
“Can I get your number?”
“What? No!” I was so close to pulling out a lighter and setting his clothes alight. He sighed inwardly as he didn’t say anything after that. He then asked for some rizzla, I scanned it as he looked up at me again, smirking.
“So can I take you out?” This guy doesn’t even know my name and now he’s just plain annoying me.
“No. Seriously stop now. I don’t want to lose my temper and then get fired.” I retorted, muttering the last bit.
The rest of the week I was working, and every single day that same person came in to annoy me. no one understands how much its frustrating me. like I’m constantly being interrogated with the same questions, in fucking Tesco! What the actual fuck. I can’t even go rant about it to someone but I swear I’d do anything to shout every swear word there is and not get fired.
This guy had come in every day, every fucking single day with his friend who looks like Spongebob’s and Ushers love child. I’m so agitated like my fucking legs hurt from these squats, I’m craving chocolate or just any type of good food so baddddddddd. Like I can’t even explain how much I hate eating healthily, it’s killing me. Then this dickhead wants to interrupt me whilst I’m working.
Why do pricks gravitate towards me? Am I a prick too or something? I swear all I’ve ever done is good and now I’m being tested at work by these idiots. As minor as it sounds it’s annoying. No one wants to stand in Tesco all day, selling packs of fags whilst being annoyed. It’s driving me mad. I swear if this guy pops up again I’m going to be jobless you know.
KMT I feel like shooting someone in the throat.
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ALSO. I have to watch TV on tvcatchup at home you know; at fucking home. I can’t even watch big brother in peace. Channel 5 is free ffs and I’m watching on my laptop when I have a perfectly working television in my front room. & then when I try to watch on my laptop it doesn’t want to connect to fucking Wi-Fi. Arghhh ffs why doesn’t anything work for me. Even inanimate objects are there to piss me off. What is my life when everything around me is there to aid everything in my life going wrong? I’ve worked for hours and I can’t even fucking watch TV. What the actual fuck.
I miss Uni so bad right now. So, so, so bad.
[you can tell i just added the last bit on now. can't even watch it on +1 kmt]
