Don't walk past me, saunter into the fitting rooms - completely ignoring my pleas for you to stop, have your items counter per our policy - not one, not two, but THREE times... and then have the audacity to ask me "Do you like your job? You don't look like you do."
I love my job, lady. What I don't like is fucking rude, entitled bitches like you who think they can do whatever the hell they please and then complain if the rest of us so much as have an expression.
I love my job, lady. What I don't like is fucking rude, entitled bitches like you who think they can do whatever the hell they please and then complain if the rest of us so much as have an expression.
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