"Serving is not my forte."

And so I quit.

I don't care if I have to pay for the uniforms anymore.
Cos if I continue to work there,
I'll definitely go bonkers.

In fact, I'm already going mad.
So I'm just trying to minimize the damage done.

All of a sudden,
I've lost all my patience and sense,
And I can't wait to leave this hellhole.

If one more asshole with pig trotters for legs,
Asks to try the size S again,
(Even when she looks like she might have trouble,
Fitting into the XL)
I'm going to scream.

Because she's gonna appear minutes later,
Asking for a medium,
And so on and so forth.
Until she finally admits that she's an XL,
And gives up.

Argh.
I don't know what's with me.
I guess it's her right afterall,
To try whichever size she fancies.

I think I'm just plain tired.
And sick of it all.

Especially when your supervisor,
Suffers from radical mood swings.

Help!
I have one more month to go before emancipation.