So... I got a new job

Hey guys! How's it hanging? Great, grand, and spectacular? Good to hear.

Well, my life has been a little hectic, which is the norm, and my new job is now adding to that stress.

Shit yeah! Paper chasing!

Hahaha sike. I don't have a new job. I HAD a new job, but I quit that son of a bitch faster than you can say 'Hoot and a Half'.

But, I figured since my time at this job lasted as long as Kim K's marriage I'd share with you why I quit.

Idiots should have to fill out a lot of paper work in order to get married.

So, for those of you who aren't familiar with Head Shops... They are store that sell tobacco products, and other products that don't have a tobacco use if you know what I mean. For those of you who don't understand... They sell marijuana paraphernalia, except they can do it legally under the ruse that it's for tobacco use only. Yeah. Fucking. Right.

CLASSY AS FUCK

I got hired at The Smoke Head Shop Corporation, thinking that the job would be easy, and I could just have a mindless zombie job. Dead fucking wrong. I walk in for my first day of training, and the G.M. who is supposed to be training me just completely dismisses me until I mention that I'm supposed to be training. Let me just say, this mother fucker looked like a tweaker. There is no way in hell he is clean, which is funny since he is the G.M. To be fair though, the girl who is Human Resources called me a 'G'. I should have known I was in trouble from that point on.

This job is nothing but bitch work, and they only pay you minimum wage. I get paid way more at my current job to do way less. It was laughable. They made me sweet the parking lot. A FUCKING PARKING LOT IN WEST FUCKING TEXAS. Give me a break. I had to dust every case, which looked like they have NEVER been dusted in their lives. I'm pretty sure the G.M. just made me do all the stuff he didn't want to do. Ass Wipe.

This is honestly how I felt.

The demographic that this particular chain of head shops cater to are the fucking hood rats and 'thugs'. I mean shit. I've never seen so many nasty women in my freaking life. Cottage cheese thighs here. Cottage cheese thighs there. Bad tattoos as far as the eye can see, and the worst fucking attitudes ever. Before you guys hate. I know my legs aren't great, but damn!!!! If you would have seen these heffas you would have thrown up in your mouth. I know I did.

Googling 'Hood Rat' was the highlight of my day.

So anyway, my first say of training was shit, and there was never a second one, because I quit and you're about to find out why.

I am a relatively responsible person, and I already work a full time job. Smoke Head was going to be my second job. Anyway, I gave them my schedule as soon as I got hired so they could work around it, and schedule me properly.

After my first day of training I went to the corpoate office to pick it up, and she didn't have it ready for me. Seriously? How long have you had it? This is a joke. She told me she'd call me later with it, but the call never came.

Come Monday morning she calls me and asks if I'm ready to open the store on my own. I've only trained once, and I really didn't get that much cashier training. So I politely tell her I wasn't and she just reminds me that it's the liquor store I trained it on my first day. Uh... I NEVER trained at a liquor store, and she realized this because I got really quiet. So she hastily hangs to fuck up to find someone to train me. She calls me back to tell me to meet such-and-such so he can train me, and I ask her how much time I have to get there. At this point it's 9:53, and she tells me I was supposed to be there by 9:30. This bitch didn't even call me until 9:45!

I wanted to punch her in the throat.

I was PISSED. So I did get ready, and I took my time. Then I wrote out a letter of resignation, and folded up my fugly work shirts that I HAD to pay for myself. I went to the corporate office, walked my happy ass in and set them on the front desk and walk out.

Moral of the Story: If you have half of a fucking brain, do not work for someone who can't even speak proper English (when English happens to be their first language). That job is a joke. Fuck those people. I hope they get set on fire.

But seriously... How ironic would that be?