11nd in Hey, buddy, got a light?

I mentioned I’m getting more hours at work as of recent, right?
Well, I am, and hi.
I don’t really like it, though. Partly, because to be honest, I grew way too complacent only working 3 days a week and the rest is because I fucking HATE “greeting”.
The first couple years I worked there, we always had bigger, capable type guys doing that job BECAUSE IT FUCKING ENTAILED HAVING TO FOLLOW AROUND BUMS AND JUNKIES TRYING TO STEAL
But they all wised up. No one wants to make minimum wage standing at the door saying “Hi, welcome to the happiest place on Earth” and following around a bunch of schizo bums or wonderfully diverse ethnic children coming in to steal.
So they’re adding that to the stockers list of duties now since they’re too cheap to hire people.
Told my boss I didn’t want these shifts and she nearly went off on some PMS shitfit about me not wanting this job blah blah blah blah.
Also told me to man up and do what’s best for the store. Lol, fuck you.
All these big guys who used to work here had to do was say “Uhh, put that back” and the customer would comply, but now they see me; who is not very confrontational and who does not come off as very authoritative, and they go “…So?”
Saturday was fucking shit. It was nothing but goddamn kids trying to steal shit all day.
Bitch boss kept on calling me up front and whispering for me to follow so & so, watch such & such, oh and put your apron on, you know, so they can see you coming and steal faster.

Mom finally got the wedding pictures on her phone, I’ll see about getting one or two up if I can, no promises.
Be good, fuck. I mean, one of us has to, right?
Right.