my legs are aching.

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legs are aching from rushing around at work. it was extremely busy tonight. 6pm-10pm. worked out ill get £20! (thats including tips - get in)
theres a bloke there whos a total prick.
i only usually work saturday lunch-times but seeing as they were short and i have nothing else to do i offered to help out.
so i politely asked the wanker in question what time do we shut? conversation went:
"worked here before havent you?"
"only saturday lunch-times..."
"..."
"???"
"half 10 - says it on the door..."
CUNT.
on top of that when he asks me to help him do something the instructions he gives are extremely brief and he expects me to read his fucking mind. then when i fail to follow his 'clear' orders he starts storming about the place in a piss. he needs to explain what he wants me to do properly not just mutter a few words and expect me to work miracles.
another example i was told to go and help him. so i went over to him and said:
" i was told to come over and help you..."
he sort of sniggered to himself and handed me 2 pieces of cardboard. (note: they were piled on top of each other).
so he tells me to "put em outside, immediately to the left of the door"
which i did. laying them down on top of one another. why i was doing this i didnt know.
out he comes with another kid both carrying bins full of batter. he shoves the bin down in a huff and says:
"theres 2 bins yeah?" he then moved the cardboard appropriately and stormed off. even someone else commented on him:
"whats wrong with him?"
i said: "i dunno thought he was always like that?"
maybe he has something against me? i dont know. what i do know though is that hes a fucking dick.
agh. i hate people like him.
whats the betting hes working thursday when i am?
bastard.
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