Supervalu, [personal details removed by moderator]
Created | Updated May 22, 2002
I hate working in supermarkets. I have worked in a few, but currently I work in Supervalu on [personal details removed by moderator]. I HATE it.
The manager, [personal details removed by moderator], is a fool. He couldn't run a p**s up in a brewery, and his slimy toad of a brother is a constant irritation with his attempts at cool humor leave him looking an even bigger git.
Then there is [personal details removed by moderator]. Never before have I met such a waste of human life. She is the most despicable and at the same time worthless being that has ever been. Her whole life revolves around Supervalu. Everything she does revolves around that store. You will recognise hereasily, she is the short fat woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to Pauline from The League of Gentlemen (Only those of you in the UK will get this reference, sorry!) and she is like a human pitbull.
She has little regard for customers or for those she works with and gladly brown-noeses to [personal details removed by moderator] at any given opportunity. She dos ths really annoying squint that makes anyone instantly want to kill her.
Instead of leaving people to do their job she stands over them and watches them as if they were children.
She is hateful, hopefully she will be fired some day.
Then there are the customers. I work in the cigarette kiosk, where you are allowed to purchase 10 items or less. Not one of the customers seem to be able to read english as the 2 foot letters on the sign that hangs on my kiosk are always ignored by these idiotic little people.
They ask stupid questions such as "Can I buy cigarettes here?" even though it is a cigarette kiosk and they smell foul. honestly, some of them qualify for being the great unwashed.
Then there is one woman who has a son called DJ. He is the most revolting child ever spawned by humanity. I wish that the pile of cans that he regularly kicks over would fall on him some day.
I need to escape Supervalu before I kill someone.
They don't even give us double time on Sundays. If anyone wishes to burn the place down feel free please.
On Saturday mornings at 8:30 in the morning, there is regularly a queue consisting of at least ten people. Do they ave nothing better to do with their time? If I had the choice I would lie in on a Saturday morning, how empty their lives must be.
Thats my rant over.
Gareth
The manager, [personal details removed by moderator], is a fool. He couldn't run a p**s up in a brewery, and his slimy toad of a brother is a constant irritation with his attempts at cool humor leave him looking an even bigger git.
Then there is [personal details removed by moderator]. Never before have I met such a waste of human life. She is the most despicable and at the same time worthless being that has ever been. Her whole life revolves around Supervalu. Everything she does revolves around that store. You will recognise hereasily, she is the short fat woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to Pauline from The League of Gentlemen (Only those of you in the UK will get this reference, sorry!) and she is like a human pitbull.
She has little regard for customers or for those she works with and gladly brown-noeses to [personal details removed by moderator] at any given opportunity. She dos ths really annoying squint that makes anyone instantly want to kill her.
Instead of leaving people to do their job she stands over them and watches them as if they were children.
She is hateful, hopefully she will be fired some day.
Then there are the customers. I work in the cigarette kiosk, where you are allowed to purchase 10 items or less. Not one of the customers seem to be able to read english as the 2 foot letters on the sign that hangs on my kiosk are always ignored by these idiotic little people.
They ask stupid questions such as "Can I buy cigarettes here?" even though it is a cigarette kiosk and they smell foul. honestly, some of them qualify for being the great unwashed.
Then there is one woman who has a son called DJ. He is the most revolting child ever spawned by humanity. I wish that the pile of cans that he regularly kicks over would fall on him some day.
I need to escape Supervalu before I kill someone.
They don't even give us double time on Sundays. If anyone wishes to burn the place down feel free please.
On Saturday mornings at 8:30 in the morning, there is regularly a queue consisting of at least ten people. Do they ave nothing better to do with their time? If I had the choice I would lie in on a Saturday morning, how empty their lives must be.
Thats my rant over.
Gareth
