Dark Comedy

Let me start off with a small introduction, shall I?

My name is Chretien, and I fucking work at Ross. I love my coworkers, but I fucking hate the customers. Not because I'm cynical or anything! No not at all! It's just, well, plain and simple, they're douche-lords! Let me give you an example of some shit I've been told.

Story number one; I'm standing at the front of the store, doing my store protection duties. I look outside and see some thug nasty black guys walking up. In my mind, I'm like, fuck I don't want to deal with hoodrats right now. Please Lord, let them go to fucking Marshalls.Yeah, well God really didn't seem to care about me that day, cause not only did they come inside, but they said, "Oh, whaddup Carlton?". Well FUCK YOU TOO, is what I WANTED to say. But of course, I have to kiss the customers ass. No matter how black it is.

Yeah, and some white ladies came in and asked, "YOUR store protection!?" I was like, what the fuck is that supposed to mean ho? But I just said, Yes ma'am. And they fucking burst out laughing. -_-

Well, let's just say that pissed me off. Old bitch.

I also make music. Cause it's fun! And it's the thing that makes me happy. I'm very serious about it as well.

Yeah, so that's a first post! Hope you enjoy. More stories like this will be posted. Because it happens a lot. My life is a dark comedy.