Where's a Bazooka when you need one?

Remember how this morning I was all cool with it being super busy with the one "unique" customer here and there? Well I fucking take it all back.


Today was ri-god-damn-diculous. I wanted to shoot myself in the face with a bazooka, that would have been more enjoyable.


PEOPLE, you're supposed to be spreading Christmas cheer and loving thy neighbor and celebrating the birth of baby Jesus and shit. Don't take it out on me because you waited until the week before Christmas to start your shopping.

Fuck.



I feel a little better now.