So... The new job.

Love it. That's L-O-V-E it so very, VERY much.

I want to, 'ow do you say eet? Ah yes... Make sweet, sweet greasy monkey-love to ze new job.

It's really hard, and really challenging, which is what I think is so awesome. It's like, which would you rather get paid to do?

A) Get paid crap to kiss ass and push a button all day in uncomfortable shoes all the while being treated like a 5 year old by somebody in a 500 dollar suit who constantly reminds you how well you're being treated and how they have your best interest in mind all the while consistently worsening your morale and work satisfaction with bullshit rules.

B) Get paid well above the poverty line (finally!) to constantly exercise your mind, sit in really expensive special star-trek-looking chairs in a climate controlled environment with a special foot-warming pad, kick ass benefits, all the while being treated like an adult and having all kinds of fantastic government bennies.

Hmmm... Let me think about this one...

Survey says B, mutha shut-yo-mouth.

Ask me how much my health insurance is.

Go on. Ask me.

Hee hee hee!

30 bucks a months, bitches!

OMG. That's like, a QUARTER of what I paid at Macy*z!

That's right, I said Macy*z. Now that I don't work there anymore I don't feel obligated to cover my ass. Oh, fuck. The STORIES I could tell about that place. They're fucking lucky they haven't gotten any law-suits against them from just our little store alone. In the past year alone I've seen qualified people laid off for no apparent reason other than to give our CEO a multi-million dollar raise, associates bullied into giving BACK pay that they were entitled to on threat of being terminated, accused of racism in the MIDDLE of a shift with no HR representative present to moderate and then expected to work a full shift all happy and smiling on penalty of attendance violation, and we all know about my own little scrape with a possible OCEA violation.

WTF.

So glad to be out of there.

Though, I uh... am staying on for a shift or two here and there to keep my *cough* discount and *a-hem* make sure whoever gets my section doesn't fuck it up and actually cares about my customers.

What? I figure I'm sticking it to the man through my employee discount.

The one thing that's really hard for me in the new job?

Uh... Not pooping or farting for 10 hours straight. Because letting a squeaker loose in an enclosed space with 6 other people who all know THEY didn't fart? You're just not going to get away with it.

Seriously. YOU try doing it.

So, to summarize:

New job = good
Old job = can suck my ovaries

That is all.