Do you spend your days stocking shelves at the local convenience store? Do the outfits you wear to work contain any sort of mandatory apron with hideous typography? Do you often find yourself lifting heavy boxes and performing manual labor for eight hours a day? If you answered yes to any or all of these questions then please take a seat. It’s time for an inter-friend-tion.
Now don’t get me wrong little fashionistas of Arkansas, I have definitely had my fair share of pointless and annoying minimum-wage jobs. I’ve sold shampoo and taken to-go orders and steamed lattes; I’ve even read books to grotesque children covered in mud. And do you know what I’ve learned from it all? THAT NO ONE FUCKING CARES. Sorry to be blunt, but you need to get over the fact that you have the worst job in America and stop announcing it to the entire world of Facebook. Status updates such as “uGhhhhh omGGG i Have to wOrk a d0uBle shiFt 2moRrow at thE *~~CafE~~*” are not acceptable under any circumstances. Get with the program, girls.
