What else could get me this pissed besides the toils of Dairy Queen? I hate that job, I really do. I'm long overdue and I need to get a new job. In the back of my mind I've known I wanted to quit once tennis was over, but tonight was the final straw.

I was busy cleaning something when some customers walked in, and like I always do, I said "Next." And then Kevin has the fucking nerve to be like, "Why don't you try saying, Can I help the next person." I thought he was joking. I mean, he HAS to be fucking joking. And then he gave me this lecture about how I am so rude to customers and I either say Can I help the next person or I say nothing, and that if it's too hard for me to be nice to customers then I can go home.

Wait a god damn minute. After the one and a half years I have been there, after all the times I said "Next," no one has ever, EVER told me that I was being rude to customers. Ever. I am so fucking nice to people, it's not even funny. I always treat people with respect and whenever they ask me questions I always answer them politely, and when I hand people change I ALWAYS say thank you have a good day. ALWAYS. I clean shit up for people, I hold doors open for them, I throw crap out for them, I give them free toppings when they ask for them, I am always curteous and kind and nice and how dare this guy, who has been working here not even a month, have the fucking nerve to tell me that I am being rude? EXCUSE ME? ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF AND/OR BLIND? I have given that god damn store a year and a half of my life when I could have been out doing other things and I always, always showed up for work and in the whole time I've been working there, I've only called out sick one and I've only been late twice and I never, ever called out sick to go do something else and the only time I called in to cancel was WHEN MY FUCKING GRANDFATHER DIED. And in the summer I was there 6 days a god damn week and when everyone else was quitting I was fucking there, working extra hard, and he has the god damn fucking nerve to tell me that I am rude and to talk to me and give me an attitude like I am some irreverent 6 year old? And then he was like, you do shit wrong all the time, like when I told you you were making something wrong...yea, I was fucking doing it the way Kenny told me to do it because he's only been working there for 15 YEARS. And then he was like, I don't care what Kenny said, bla blah. Well I fucking care what Kenny said, because I did what he told me, god dammit! And then he was being all threatening and telling me that I'll never get a job as good as Dairy Queen and then at the end of the night I was counting tips, and I put 75 cents in the register and took out a dollar, because that's what we ALWAYS do, and he looks at me and is like, "What are you doing?" and then I said I was taking out a dollar because we always did that, and he was like, "What the hell, don't you think that fucks up the register? Try doing that at Shoprite." NO, IT DOESN'T FUCK UP THE REGISTER, BECAUSE THE NEXT DAY SOMEONE IS BOUND TO BE OFF BY 25 CENTS AND EVEN IF THEY AREN'T YOU NEVER EVEN COUNT THE PENNIeS ANYWAY AND YOU ALWAYS ROUND THEM SO YOU NEVER KNOW EXACTLY HOW MANY THERE ARE IN A REGISTER AND WHEN YOU TOTAL THE MONEY IN THE REIGSTER YOU ONLY LOOK AT THE DOLLAR AMOUNT AND NOT THE CHANGE, GOD DAMMIT. And you know what, I really don't need any fucking personal comments about Shoprite JUST BECAUSE YOU KNOW I AM GOING TO QUIT AND WHEN I DO THERE WILL BE ONE GIRL LEFT AT DAIRY QUEEN AND I HAVE BEEN WORKING AT THAT STORE THE LONGEST OUT OF EVERYONE AND WHEN I LEAVE IT WILL BE A GOD DAMN SAUSAGE FEST AND EVERYONE WILL SUCK. So there. Who the hell does he think he is, coming to work there and then telling me everything that I have been doing for the past year is wrong and treating me like an idiot? Jesus tittyfucking christ. There are so many things that I hate about that job, this was just the last thing to add to my list. I am sick of working until 11:30 and not being able to do anything, I am sick of coming home with ice cream splattered across my chest, I am sick of cleaning up after people, I am sick of being called ugly by Simon, I am sick of refiling sprinkles and making ice cream and having to be treated like shit, even though people will always treat you like shit when you're behind a counter, I am sick of wearing a retarded ass uniform, I am sick of eating and smelling and touching ice cream and if I never saw it again I wouldn't care. I am sick of being accused of being rude to customers, I am sick of being treated like an imbocile, I am sick of making novelties and I am sick of siding cakes and writing on them and getting writing gel all over me, I am sick of sweeping, I am sick of helping entire soccer teams who only order blizzards, I am sick of small whiny children, I am sick of fat demanding men and bitchy women and stupid whores who give you fake coupons, I am fucking sick of it all. That's it, I'm done. It's time to move on. Fuck you, Dairy Queen.