one of my coworkers decided my soda storage system is too slow to deal with, and cumbersome, which agreed, so she's reverted it back to the old way before I tried to get shit to actually be doable at all, because that's supposedly easier to deal with Whcih first of all fuck do you know? no genuinely, how would you know`? cause you haven't done it, I can tell you that much, I can say with certainty you and the rest of the motherfuckers here have no grounds for comment on the efficacy of the 'system' I've put in place, cause I was gone for a week and it hadn't been fucking TOUCHED, the shit justhadn't been DONE so what the fuck do you know? fuck FUCK
and you know what fucking fine fine I'll just fucking dgaf I don't give a shit anymore, do whatever the fuck you want have everything utterly disorganized, bury leftover merchandise under a pile of new merchandise so it hits the best before date and we gotta either sell it at a loss or throw it out altogether, stack whatever the fuck you want on top of whatever the fuck you want, open half of a fucking box of shit and then use it to support a stack of other bullshit but when 24 glass bottles hit the floor mid rush-hour, I am NOT the fucking one who picks that shit up, I'm not doing it, you can get fucked
I don't have the ability to be empty I am always fucking tense I'm always stressed because if I'm not at least a little stressed I don't fucking function, and besides my meds are stimulants and that does turn the dial on a lot of systems in the body and brain but while this means I'm good at dealing with "being stressed", additional stress from the outside is very difficult to process without feeling like I could fucking kill someone because I'm always fucking stressed, and I do not NEED to have to do everyone else's fucking job because they've fucked around for 7 hours
