So if anyone has been following my bitch fest about my new job then I am sure this was expected..... I had a meltdown and quit my job. I had enough, all in one day..... I had money thrown at me, a package of Levi Garret thrown at me and the icing on my cake of shit was being taken for ten bucks by some bitch who swore she gave me a $20 but she lied through her snaggled meth teeth. I counted my drawer and I was $10 short. Bitch. She even had the nerve to tell me that I look like the type of person who would try to take advantage of an old lady. Pshhh, she wasn't that old.... she had the meth makeover going on. So, I quit. My boss and I talked the next day and I am going back to work. She is kindly giving me some time to cool off. We shall see, I don't know how much more abuse I can take from mean ass customers. I hate that I let them get to me but unfortunately I wear my heart on my sleeve and maybe I need to grow a pair!! Wait, I DO need to grow a pair!!!
I will go back to work with the biggest smile on my face and be nice as shit to people. I will kill their asses with kindness!!! Kill em I say. I am very lucky to have such an understanding boss.