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[Jun. 16th, 2008|01:27 am] |
Tch.
Some little brat decided it would be cute to kick a machine at work today, one of the dance games because he's full of fail. The little snot didn't break anything - lucky for him - but it was great to grab him by the collar and rough him up a bit.
Keh, I would've loved to kick his ass, but there's this policy at work where you can't beat up shit headed little twerps.
God dammit, it feels like everyone's damn vacation was this week. I'm like working every day. What the shit, it isn't hard to close the damn store, I don't need to babysit the new manager trainee's ass. |
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You should catch him after work some time!
No, I hang out there and deal with shit because I want to.
Of course I work there.
Well, excuse the fuck out of me.
You know, it it's a DDR machine, I can completely understand wanting to kick one of them. So long as nothing was broken, I don't see why there was a need to "rough him up" (whatever that entails).
Though, if you're just cranky about work, I can relate. Would you like to trade jobs? Hauling shipments of new books around and trying not to laugh when some preteen wannabe goth buys a copy of one of those Twilight novels is harder than I thought it'd be.
Name's Miroku, by the way. I don't think we've met.
Hmph. Yeah, it's one of those machines. Honestly, the damn things are set way too loud, and it doesn't help when people stomp the shit out of them all day.
Well, it's not good to let little punks think they can get away with damaging shit that doesn't belong to them.
Hah, sounds more fun than dealing with snotty little brats all day.
Inuyasha. Hmph. I doubt it. | |
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