The entire world sucks ass. Anyone who thinks different is probably on drugs. They obviously do not work in retail.

I hope the following people contract ping pong ball-sized warts in their armpits and a severe case of hiccups:

1. the T driver who repeatedly swore at me this morning when I tried to pay in nickels. Hello? There is a COIN slot. I had EXACT CHANGE, as instructed. I was not holding up any lines. Whatever.

2. The crazy lady who tried to return a Destiny’s Child CD because she didn’t like it, and didn’t think she “deserved to have to keep it” and then proceeded to tell the new assistant manager, who had been working at my store for exactly an hour, that I was rude, she didn’t like the way I talked to her. that he should “tell her not to treat people like that because I will drive customers away.” etc. etc. on and on for like 5 minutes (all I did was tell her that she couldn’t return a non-defective CD that she had opened just because she didn’t like it; it was store policy).

3. The dude who got pissed off, and acted like it was my humble duty to inform him where he could buy a recordable mini-disk player when all the places I suggested he had already tried. Yeah, it’s really my responsibility to know where everyone on earth can buy every stupid item they want.

Everyone was a total dick today. Fuck Halloween!

I’m going to bed. I have to be in Avon (wherever that is) at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow for inventory. I’ll get to meet an entirely new crop of people who think I’m a piece of shit simply because they aren’t getting everything they want.

I’m such a hypocrite. I hate materialism. I loathe consumerism, yet I work in a store that sells completely frivolous items. Seriously. People don’t NEED CDs, DVDs, Triumph the Insult Dog talking keychains, self-inflating whoopee-cushions, comic books, Star Wars action figures and Simpsons beer glasses in order to survive. I spend so much time thinking about how I can better get people to buy useless shit so maybe I won’t have to stock anymore Red Sox dental floss dispenser keychains or maybe someone will eventually notice and I’ll get promoted so I can devote even more of my life trying to get people to buy postcards of That Guy from Buffy or rubber duckies with Mr. T’s head.

Ho-hum. What else can I do? It’s not like I can save the world by being a secretary. That’s the only other thing I’m qualified to do besides the obvious waitressing, supermarket cashiering, etc. I’ve already talked about how I can’t even get a lousy janitorial job.

Eh. I guess that’s life, or at least my destiny–have a shitty job, be poor, die alone. NO matter what I try to do to get around it, that’s where I always am. Hey, it has it’s perks! I don’t have to stress out about my career when I’m not at work. I don’t have to worry about how I’m going to feed the kids, because I’ll never have any! I don’t have to listen to ELO because some stupid boyfriend-type-thing thinks I will love them if I “just give them a chance.” I have complete and total freedom. I really don’t know why I’m whining. I’m way better off than the majority of people on earth. I have a roof over my head, clothes, a large box of ramen in the cupboard, I’ll have all my debt paid off in 20 years… I’m an ingrate as well as a hypocrite.