I really shouldn't be angry

Man... What the fuck?

Why the fuck am I still at the same fucking loser job?

I can't complain about my miserable night because it is my own damn fault for not getting the fuck out of there!

Fuck those simpleton fucks who slump into our store, don't fucking tip, bark orders, and never buy a fucking cup, yet grab 3 water cups! Fuck bro-dawgs shouting about who loves pussy more, or whose Ed Hardy t-shirt is more dank. Fuck those tone deaf slooters massacring the chorus to Biz Markie. I'm done listening to the same Bob Marley/Incubus/Sublime/Red Hot Chili Peppers/311/Weezer/stupid fucking bro music.

IF YOUR FRIEND IS JUST USING THE BATHROOM, DO NOT PRETEND LIKE YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE MENU DEBATING WHETHER OR NOT TO ORDER SOMETHING. We all know what's going on. Cut that bullshit out.

This has become what to be expected nightly. But tonight was far worse due to how I was treated by my manager. In my two years of being employed there, I have never felt so degraded and disrespected by a co-worker, let alone manager.

If you are reading this, you know who you are. You preach integrity and hard work. You're supposed to walk the line, not... nevermind.

I am also mad because I know that he wont remember shit in the morning, but I will.

I hate to say it, but I miss Mutz.