||[Jan. 19th, 2006|07:05 pm]
|||||Wow. This rant felt good!!||]|
By the end of today I felt like strangling people. As soon as I couldn't separate myself from vivid, complex fantasies of encasing hostile customers in shrinkwrap and leaving them overnight, I knew it was time to go home. Was planning on working 14 hours and taking advantage of excessive overtime pay, but just couldn't do it anymore! Had to leave after 10.
Must stop thinking about it though. All those hostile customers!...people asking the same questions over and over!...or people who come in to get their books on frickin' THURSDAY and complain about there being no used books left (THERE WERE PLENTY HERE FOR THE PAST FOUR WEEKS, COULDN'T YOU HAVE GOTTEN THEM BEFORE NOW or at the very least UNDERSTAND why we don't have any more??)!...countless students saying the bookstore stinks, and we're ripping them off, and the it's so confusing, and we never have anything they need!....JUST STOP IT!! DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH WE WORKED TO GET IT THE WAY IT IS?? IF ANYTHING, BLAME 20% OF THE PROFESSORS FOR TURNING IN THEIR TEXTBOOK REQUESTS THREE MONTHS AFTER THE DUE DATE (or, adding and removing books two days into the semester!), OR THE PUBLISHERS FOR UPDATING THE EDITIONS EVERY TWO SECONDS!! GRR....stop blaming us, stop blaming me! I know how it works, can you at least believe me and stop the constant harrassment?? We wait for others' cooperation, and if it doesn't come we're powerless! And while you're at it, STOP WALKING AWAY WITH OUR COURSE TAGS, YOUR CLASSMATES FRICKIN' NEED THOSE TO FIND THEIR BOOKS!!!!!
*seethes* Ugh, UGH. Wanna know what I realized today? Murderous fantasies are 1000 times more pleasurable than sexual fantasies, on days like today. If only I had a nice, malleable punching bag...