demariana | Work

I really fucking hate my job at times. I didnt think it could happen anymore, but I got reduced to tears today at work. Got a customer who decided I need to be reported. So I am getting a critism. Damn it. All I needed her to do was tell me which Fucking Verizon Store on Hillsbough she wanted. There were 2. She kept saying she wanted on on hillsbough. So which fucking one? I admit it I did raise my voice, after I had asked her twice before which one, and she had just kept repeating Hillsbough louder and louder. Damn it. This job has made me such a bitter and hateful person. I really dont like that. It just hurts. I am so distrustful and think the world if full of total idiots who have no clue how to use a fucking phone book. People who dont realize we are human on the other end, and have feelings. We are not a computer, and we are not Ms Cleo. We cant read your fucking mind. I have gotten better at that. Knowing what someone really wants when they have no idea what they want. I need the such and such on the such and such. We cant look up the store next to the walmart. We cant look up the store on the corner of Dale Mabry and Waters. We need an addy, not a cross street. Look in a god damn phone book. see how things are listed in the white pages, that is what we have. That is all we have. We have ADDRESSES you clueless morons. Get a fucking clue. *sighs* *breathe*

Now that I have gotten that out, I can go spend time with my loving family w/o chewing their heads off. *breathe* Now I am just upset it is raining.