I work overnight shifts in a 24 hour grocery store. I thought it'd let me avoid people, but I was so wrong. Between 11pm and 2 am we get normalfags coming in to buy liquors for their parties or whatever the fuck it is they do at night, and they're always talking. Like, I'm standing off to the side stocking a shelf, and they're talking, and if I have to hear one more side conversation about some bullshit that happened Up In The Club, I'm gonna lose it.
Why the fuck do they have to be so damned loud, you guys? Every night it's the same shit. I thought once summer ended, all the high school kids would stop coming in, but nope. It turns out they weren't high school kids, even though they acted like it. These were grown adults. Fully matured normalfags, behaving like children.
>spend hours making shelves look nice>in the span of 14 hours, these neanderthals wreck everything>my face every time some giddy fucker takes some perishable item, like a slab of meat, from the other side of the store and leaves it in my area because he doesn't want it anymore, and I find it god knows how many hours later, shoved all the way to the back of a fucking shelf
I cannot fucking stand these people. Fuck the public. Fuck normalfags. Working nights only increased my disdain for the public in general. >>78299
They don't discuss anything. Their conversations – which I spend four nights a week overhearing against my will – always span the most vapid topics imaginable, but everything's funnier in groups for these people, and so they'll all laugh like whoever just said "liquor? More like LICK, HER" is the most clever motherfucker on the planet.
It's so god damned discouraging. I thought the only people at 2 am would be quiet recluses like me. Instead all I found were normalfags. I really don't feel like there's a place for me anywhere.