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This is going to be one long work related rant.

I just got a written warning today - for guess what? - printing something for myself. It wasn't porn or anything like that but rather some paperwork I needed to see in order to get funding for the postgraduate degree i am applying for. OK it was about 50 pages - but for fuck sake it's only paper! I've worked in the shop for nearly one and a half years and they don't even give me any leeway for myself.

The people I work with are really pissing me off. There's this sexually frustrated munter who's my floor manager. Got to be one of the most boring people alive. She has absolutely nothing to say of interest to me and she's got a bloody horrible haircut. You know one of those people who just bugs you because they try too hard rather than relaxing and having fun with the job? That's what she is, and also has a unrequited crush on our floor manager who is also quite a twat himself, being his wife's bitch most of the time.

My manager is a dick as well. One of my best mate's quit the job because he was passed up for promotion to this munter. And you know his fucking reason? We were too close. Prick, that's only because you fancied him and realised he didn't have interest in you because you look like a fat older milky bar kid. Grrr. Why does everybody in the this job take it so damn seriously? We're getting paid shit and they expect me to be happy with the work, which is getting so bloody boring. Retail for a little while is good. Retail for the length I've been doing it in the same shop is a nightmare. I've just got to get my butt in gear and find something else before the sack me for some stupid reason like not smiling enough at the customers. Grr.