Tales of Misanthropy

Working at a discount store isn't too bad. The pay is garbage, but the demands placed on you are simple. Bring customer-misplaced items to their appropriate area in the store, bring the boxes left by the big truck to the correct area in the stock room, restock items in the front, keep the store clean and tidy, help customers find things, ring up customers at the register. Easy peasy, right?

One problem. The job will make you hate humanity.

In this store, I have met some of the most arrogant, selfish, insecure, impatient, cheap, and oblivious people I have ever seen. My childhood and teenage years had quite a bit of trauma that resulted in my misanthropy, but as those fires started to dim with age, this place came in with some new logs.

( Four Kinds Of Jerks )