Lazy Bitch

My worst job experience was after I had my daughter, I was 17 (I was young, don't judge!) and was in desperate need of a j-o-b badly. I had a friend though my boyfriend at the time who worked at Fry's and she was always saying she could get me a job there.
Had I known that it would be the worst experience of my life I probably have declined that shit.
Desperation leads to sacrifice though.
The store itself was located in a well known "Mexicanized" area (those who have been to Buckeye and 35th ave know what im talking about) and the bus could take me straight there since my broke ass didn't have a car.
I got the job quickly.
Worse job ever! I was a Courtesy Clerk a.k.a Cart Pusher a.k.a. insufficient punk a.k.a lower than a cashier making ass a.k.a you will never be better than anyone. While getting carts and 'helping old people' to their cars I had to wear a orange vest because pushing carts wasn't embarrassing enough itself.
I immediately hated my new job along with the shit that it came with.
Cashiers were fuckin mean as shit always telling us what to do, go buy them a coke, go get them lunch, go do this, go do that.
I surpressed some serious fury that year. It could have been bad. Josie would have had a huge bald spot where I yanked out a huge nugget. Not to mention a deep gash in her precious Eclipse. Rosa would have had her paperwork messed up and a lawsuit on her hands. Jimmy would have had a busted lip for always being mean to me even though we were on the same team. Mary would have shit her pants when I snatched all her ciggy's, so during her breaks that were at least 20 times in her 4 hour shift all she had was Nicotine gum.

I would daydream about all this during my employment there.
Of all the mean ass people I worked with Tabatha was the worst.

We all had certain times where each of us would go outside in the 110 degree heat and gather shopping carts to take back inside. Every time it was Tabatha's turn I noticed that her fat ass wouldn't do it.
So the next person to go out there would have that much more to take in. What a fuckin waste.
This really started getting to me. So I complained to Mrs. Bitch Rosa and she had asked piggy to go out and do it and if she couldnt then she needed to bring in a doctors note stating why.
She must of went to the doctors the next morning because that bitch still wasn't going outside for them carts.
So I complained again, this time with a different result.

Lets pause right here for a minute...Ill come back to this story.

 I have met a lot of different types of people in my life most have been bad but that's life.
 My sister would sometimes bring her friends over and them hoes were gross, one of these whores was named Christina.
Christina was a gross white fat bitch (no offense to anyone, im not a fat hater with the exception for a few)
She was NASTY. When I say nasty I mean she liked anyone who noticed her, she never changed her clothes, never took a shower, had the greasiest blonde hair....ugh.
Just all of the above. I actually gave her a nickname because of her dirtiness. She came to our apartment one day in overalls and was trying to show off because she had thongs on (the undies not chanclas) I don't know why. Like she just discovered a magical cloth of some sort.
She had these white thongs on really high, like they were to big on her chubby ass. AND THEY WERE FILTHY! They were supposed to be white, they were as if she wore them for weeks, sweated in them , soaked them in her dirt encrusted folds and stood out in a sand storm. They were so discolored,  she earned the nickname 'Dirty Thong'. So Dirty Thong was a big girl and for some reason I think she thought it was cool be pregnant all the time.
She was constantly saying she was pregnant, always! It just got to the point where it was retarded to believe her.  But no one said anything because
1. We felt bad and
2. You never knew because she had a big belly regardless.
This was Tabatha.

Back to my story
The next time I asked cunt face Rosa about Tabatha not going outside nor doing anything but sitting at the end of the cashier station gossiping she said that Tabitha 'might be pregnant' and had a thyroid problem that left her tired. So she didn't have to go outside like the rest us.
WHAT THAT WAS SHIT! 
I didn't know what a Thyroid problem was at the time but I still knew it shouldn't have been an excuse.
Having the best luck in the world I get the same problem and I get tired but I still work my ass off.
Just because you have a thyroid problem it does not constitute that you cannot get off your lazy ass to work.
My cousin uses this excuse. LAME!
During my stint at Fry's I just wanted to tell Tabitha "quit being a lazy bitch and work like the rest of us".
I'm glad that job didn't last long. I still don't know how I spent my $5.45 an hour wage on.