I quit my job yesterday. Now for a fucking tirade!

Fuck the co-op.
(Passive-aggressive, overly sensitive lemmings for the "liberal movement")

Fuck making coffee.
(no one there knows what good coffee tastes like anyways)

Fuck my boss who treated me like a grandchild, not an equal.
(She was just too small town, believe me I tried to break her of it. No Luck.)

Fuck obsessive-compulsive freaks.
(make that fuck you double)

Fuck hippies.
(and especially Hippie Soccer Moms . . . SUV's and echinacea don't mix biatch)

Fuck everyone whose member number I know.
(I only memorized them so you'd smile at me and not make my job any fucking harder than it actually was)

Fuck every motherfucker who left chicken bones and snotty napkins on their plate.
(Believe me, if I find you, I'll beat the shit out of you assholes)

Fuck the needy co-op shoppers.
(never again will I haul ass for you, so you can have honey, or ice, or any extra special treatment, cuz thats how you always get it of course)

Fuck all the poor employees.
(Co-opers don't know how to set personal boundaries.)

Fuck the three years I spent bruised, bleeding, and internally raging for that place.
(I have the chemical burns, and ruined hands; carpal tunnel and scars. All for your fucking organic lattes you fucking fuck-tarts)

Fuck absolutely everything about that fucking place.

Fuck me; for finally having the guts, and the rage, and the bliss in quitting my shitty job.


Anyways, I love you all muchly. Thanks for the vent.

~*Frag*~