I HATE MY JOB.

It is so fucking boring. Nine hours a day, running around shovelling popcorn and filling drinks, always staying busy, always rush rush rushing around and I HATE upselling and suggestive selling. Like, hey Struggling Mom! For only $80,876,976,343,356.34 more and a portion of my soul, you can get the big popcorn bucket o' gimmicks. What, you say you need that money for the bus fare home? Hitchhike! Your kids are cute, you'll get picked up in minutes! This bucket is much more important! And how about a squirt of Flavor Sludge to your big gigundo diet coke? Only 5,000 cents more!

( And the intensely interesting rant goes on (and on)... )

Oh, I need to call childhood best friend J. today. She's in town.