To customers:
We have dividers for a reason. Please use them. What exactly do you think is going to happen when I don't see one? I can't watch you 24/7, I have to watch what I'm doing. Don't assume that I'm going to see you put your stuff down, or see you move the divider if you bother to use it. Really, the only person who pays here if you don't use a divider is YOU, so I really don't see why you wouldn't want to use them. Especially if you have items over $10. And those of you who don't bother to mention it until your order has gone through, HOW STUPID ARE YOU?! It was sitting in front of you for at least two minutes and you decide not to mention it until the last second? Well duh, of course I won't be able to do anything about it by then.
To my boss:
Thank you thank you thank you for giving me my own lane yesterday. I am so sick of doing breaks! Yes, it's nice that I'm one of the only people you have confidence in to do them properly, but come on, eventually even the breakers need a break. So thank you. And please do not revert back to old ways today.
To L:
Rot in Hell. You make me sick and one day you are going to rot in Hell. I'm sure they've already got a special place down there for you. I hate you and I hate what you did, to me and her. I would ask how you live with yourself, but I doubt you have a conscience, and you can't feel remorse if you don't have one of those. Just know you're dead to me.
To G:
Please please please be okay. I need you to be okay. You can do this, I know you can. You're strong. You can beat this. And M, I appreciate what you were trying to do, but don't tell me not to worry. How the hell am I supposed to do that? And I'm coming with you, don't think I'm not. I don't appreciate being cut out either. I'll take time off work, that doesn't matter. I'm almost 18, please don't treat me like a little child, I'm coming with.
To poetry:
You suck. Why do I have to write you? Why do I have to suck at writing you? Why do you have to exist? You are stupid.