Replying to Fuck this night

Warning: Mind numbing rant about jumbled shit, probably won't make sense.



Do you ever have nights where you swear to god nothing can go right?

First off let me say im not an angry guy, I rarely ever lose my mind and I tend to swallow my anger and just move on. I'm sure some psychiatrist would tell me one day i'll explode, tonight I was really close.

I get to work, finding out im the only carry out on that night (there's usually 2-3) so that means im gonna be balls to the wall from 5-9. It pisses rain my entire shift and I get soaked from carrying shit out to peoples cars- great. I get stuck with the worst monotonous job I have ever had that could have been done it 10 seconds with hedge clippers, instead im trimming with pissy scissors. An hour before the store closes us carry outs are supposed to carry a whole shit load of heavy patio furniture from the front of the store to the back so it doesn't get stolen at night. I'm the only one there so I have to do it so fucking fast and I put out my back right away with some stupid ass plastic piece of shit muskoka chair. Halfway through getting the furniture inside my boss radios me and asks if im done yet with a snotty assed attitude, I reply no, I really wanted to tell him to get his fat ass out in the yard to help me out so we could all go home on time.

So at this point im soaking wet, my back in nuked (happens a lot). At the very end of the night the carry outs and garden center people have to move around 40 of these heavy ass racks which contain small flowers, they weight a shit ton. There's no other carry outs to help and the neo-nazi cocksucking garden center guy bails out at 9 to avoid doing the work leaving just myself to do all of that crap when I should be driving home (we leave at 9 every night). So it takes me about 20 minutes to move all of these god forsaken racks and two are stuck. I ask my manager for help and he replies back in a snotty tone that I should already have gone home, weird how I was told I couldn't leave until the racks were done. So I say fuck it and I leave the stuck racks where they are. My asshole manager knew I was struggling, beat tired and soaked to shit and he still moped around with his finger up his ass complaining about how I should already be done.

I finally get to leave, I go to McDonalds to get a burger. I know their burgers are greasy and they suck but this piece of shit really took the cake. The bun was soaking wet with grease and the guy piled on enough ketchup to make a ketchup fetishist puke. To top it all off the kid didn't give me a straw and I ran over a dead skunk on the way home.



/rant.