Retail makes me want to punch people constantly. Inane questions, bitchy comments, treating me like crap because I'm unimportant. It also teaches you that it's probably not professional or appropriate to punch people in the face, which is a valuable life lesson.

I'm spent. I'm done. Take me out to the fashion yard and shoot me; surely that would be more pleasurable than another day in this place. I'm beaten down and maybe it's because most people that come through the door treat me like nothing. Maybe that's why I don't feel like I'm good enough to be somewhere else.