oh my little blog page. you have been lost to me over the last three years. but the bitch is back, full throttle. you know, i use to think that trying to find good help in the technology industry was next to impossible. i've still got a major bone to pick with god-dammed millennials, but seriously how friggen hard is it to find help at making sandwiches? APPARENTLY REALLY FUCKING HARD!
entry one: mother's hours. work 4 hours a day to help cover the lunch shift. DAY ONE! calls out. and so on and so on and so on. now, i know that the state loves to send people to classes to receive their certificate in safe food handling. and i agree there are some things to learn. in my sad little opinion wouldn't you think that sneezing away from the sandwich board and towards the griddle without covering your mouth is not OK? why the fuck am i the ass hole because i didn't ask that you cover you pneumonia trap i demanded it!
entry two: it's like the universe just can't quit sending me these people. my adoptive mothers friends aunts daughters dog is sick. sigh.....please ignore me whilst i pretend to be SCARLET OHARA and dramatically bash my head into the wall.
entry three: the wayward millennial who didn't graduate from high school but has an opinion about pretty much every topic. and trust me, when i tell you, its not worth the effort. i suggested life goals and a plan and was told to not so politely bugger off. well, let me help lay out your path for you yoda. you have no desire to get your GED you are hung up with service guys who are in their early 20's hopping from port to port. you WILL end up pregnant by multiple daddy donors and you will become another victim of your own stupidity.
i hate millennials with a physical passion. please! just one of you prove me wrong. it would make me so happy. its not just me either. so often i have customers come into the shop so upset they can't see straight. it always comes back to trying to find good help. you know why most of GENXers will be working well into our 70's? because these lazy, trophy wanna be's can't tie their own fucking shoes let alone be bothered to actually work. its truly sad. there is a customer who owns a landscaping business who cannot for the life of him figure out why these kids won't work. he pays a very good wage, benefits, time-off the full package. but when we got bombarded with snow a couple winters back he was left high and dry looking for help. i mean where is the loyalty. you don't have to do the job forever but at least be a decent human being. there lyes the problem we are raising a society of baby-dults who want their independence as long as they can stay on the payroll of mommy and daddy.
and you know what? i don't lead a glamorous life. i have a fucking fantastic life. but it doesn't come for free. you want nice things you work towards that. simple. plain jane simple fucking rules to follow. when you're 19 you don't get to buy a sweatshirt for $125 and bitch about not having any money when you live at fucking home for free! there are hundreds and thousands of kids that are grateful i am not their mother. and you know what? i'm pretty fucking happy you're not my kid!
until next time.....
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