A selection of complete and utter bastards from the olden days, for your perusal.
There are many, many things that get on my tits whilst I am at work. I could sit here all day and type a huge list, but I shall refrain because I'm sure the majority of the points will also apply to anyone in any type of job. But there is one bugbear that is, as far as I know, unique to my line of work.
For those of you that do not know, I work night shift in a supermarket. I have a fancy title which means little except that it's my balls that are in a sling come morning hand over time. In a nutshell, the shop is mine at night and it's up to me and my team to put it all back together so the bastard customers can wreck it again whilst I am in bed. It's a few steps up from working in the public sector. At least my toil generates cash for someone...
Anyway, what really rips my knitting is caused by lazy fuckwitted customers. Customers who can't be arsed walking a few yards. Customers who, after carefully selecting a pack of chicken breasts or a joint of meat from the chiller cabinets, dump them onto shelving a few aisles away.
Not refrigerated shelving. Of course not, that wouldn't be a problem.
No, the bastards dump them in the crisps aisle. Or the pet food aisle. Or in the fucking soap powder aisle. Any aisle except one with fridges.
We find it all on nightshift. Along with empty soft drinks bottles, sweet wrappers, burst open and half eaten biscuits and the occasional cooked chicken carcass. Apparently I work in a picnic site.
But it's the fresh foods that really gets to me. It's such a waste! Straight into the bin it goes. Decent grub wasted because of laziness. And it costs a fortune. It's my bonus that your chipping away at too.
We sometimes find chicken breasts etc a few weeks after they have been dumped. You get a whiff and it takes ages to pin point the origin of the aroma. Then it's strip out a section time. It's fucking disgusting. You lazy, thoughtless bastards.
Just stop it, okay!
And before anyone decides to have a pop at me about big bad supermarkets or to moan about 'customer service' issues, fuck right off. I went nights to get away from cunts like you.