Moldy coffee, anyone?

I'm pissed. Today was just a pretty bad day all around. First off, a nine hour shift at Wal*Mart sucks. After about half an hour I start thinking about quitting, you can imagine what nine hours does to me. So I come in all ready to start my shift in a good mood. The first words I hear? "We'll have you open up one... and then go to the door in an hour." Here I was, all excited about being able to open register one (I love express, you only have to deal with each customer for about a minute) when I get told I'm going to the door. She might as well have sent me straight to hell. If hell existed. Being on the door is quite possibly the worst job in the world. Worse than scrubbing out toilets or trying to feed a three year old. People either ignore you, look down their noses (which are often sitting right above their dirty toothless mouths and obese bodies, by the way) at you, or giving you that pitiful smile that says "I feel bad for you, having to work here. Guess you should have gone to school." Which, to be fair, would be a pretty accurate statement. But I am in school. So there. Anyway, THREE HOURS LATER, they finally let me go to lunch. When I get back they send me straight to 16, another terrible register. Sixteen sucks because it's right in the middle, where customers love to congregate. Fourteen and eighteen are wide open, but do people from my line want to take advantage of this? Noooopeee. They're quite comfortable staying in my line of 500 customers while the other lanes are empty. Great. Finally after my last break, two hours before I go home, they put me on 19. It's not an express, but it is the only lane that sells cigarettes. Know why I like it? Now this is going to sound bad: I truly enjoy seeing the frustrated looks on the faces of all the nicotine addicts waiting in line for their smokes behind the mexican family with four carts of stuff. Classic. The way they fidget and try to restrain themselves from screaming makes me feel so much better about my own situation. So there it is. Terrible person that I may be, I've got to get my kicks somewhere. Unfortunately, because it's the only register that sells tobacco, 19 has to stay open 24/7. That means that when your shift ended 15 minutes ago and you have a dinner date, you can't just shut off your light and leave. Which is what happened today, of course. Staying late at Wal*Mart isn't a party to begin with, but when you've been there for nine hours, it REALLY sucks. I was about 30 seconds away from throwing a potted plant at some woman's head and the only thing that stopped me was the laziness of her son. Long story. Anyway, after I got out of work I went to go meet my best friend at Chilie's. Everything was going great, we were chatting and I was drinking a much needed cup of coffee when all of a sudden... I decided to stir around my coffee a bit (half empty by this point) and as I brought my spoon up, I noticed something clumping together. After further investigation I realized that it was either mold or congealed rotten cream. Awesome. And what did I get when I made my complaint? Another coffee and a "I don't know what that is, I rinsed out the mug before I gave it to you"

Fuck you.

So that's my story. Word of advice: Don't ever, EVER apply to Wal*Mart as a cashier. Seriously, choose living in a cardboard box over working the Wal*Mart registers. Seriously. And always ask for the expiration date of cream when you get coffee. Also, ask to NOT be served by your best friend's ex-babysitter. It makes complaining to the manager a lot more difficult.