I Hate My Job

So much.

My manager is a complete and total asshole who doesn't understand that people actually have a life outside of work. He puts me on the schedule for the one day of the week I told him I COULDN'T work, so i now spend my entire Saturday on my feet, ringing in customer after customer. It is insanely busy on Saturday's, I don't want to be there. Whenever I ask him a question he answers me in a tone that basically makes me out to be an idiot. Like, why don't you know where that particular flower is Melissa? Hmm... MAYBE BECAUSE I DON'T SPEND MY TIME MAKING SURE I CAN DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN THE HUNDREDS OF PLASTIC FLOWERS WE SELL! He pops out of nowhere all the time, especially when you are doing something you shouldn't be doing. Friggin dwarfed ninja. He has no respect for his employees. Do you know how much it sucks to have to bite my tongue and let him walk all over me? Ugh.
And then we have one of his faithful hags. She snipes you constantly. Gawd, get a hobby. She also expects me to stock freight AND manage the register. Okay. So when I am in the next aisle and don't realize there is a line of customers, don't bitch at me. I'm only human, how much can I possibly do at one time?
I've been there for a year. A year too long. One year of my life I will never get back. The only good thing I got out of there so far are new friendships.
Working at craft hell has basically taught me that you can't trust anyone until they prove to you that they have your back, the dipswitch customers are always right, even when they are completely wrong and you know it, and taking pictures of yourself at work is all of a sudden a fucking national offense? Call the po-po. I'm a felon.
This is my "fuck you" to AC Moore. My fuck you which some backstabbing bitch of a co-worker will undoubtedly come across in their creepings of my personal life and then turn into mommy, who will then cause mass chaos by telling the manager, who will get pissed and threaten to sic corporate on me. All that for some employees trying to be less miserable and taking pictures for a jobs section of their yearbook? Bring it.