Well, I messed up big time today. First off, the sunday crowd is always the worse, add a little ****ing brat throwing a big temper, and a ****tarded mom, and the stress goes through the roof. The story is, typical Sunday "Hollier than though" crowd had stress high, so I was dusting the cigar section, which easily takes three hours. I had my back turned to the entrance, and I heard a little kid throwing a big tantrum. First thing that little ****er does when he walks in is run up to me and hit me on the back, and the mom did NOTHING! I already through the pack of cigars down so hard they broke, I heard the brat hitting and throwing stuff, and the mom WAS ****ING LAUGHING ABOUT IT! I got up, kicked the stool I was sitting on into the office, which broke and made a loud thud, I hope that got the point that I was really ****ed about it got across thier minds, I went straight outside without even getting my jacket in 30 degree weather, and ended up smoking three cigarettes.
Sorry about the language, but the moms reaction was ****ing uncalled for. I was so ****ed about it I was shaking for over an hour. Last time I ever work a Sunday.