AaaaaaaaaaaRRRRRGH

[yvannairie]

Nothing inspires homicidal rage quite like two inches of fresh snow and A 100 KG DELIVERY BIKE GETTING STUCK IN IT

EDIT: context for this post -- my shift had ended over an hour ago and I had just gotten up to where the Really Shitty(tm) part of my current route starts, and it was still snowing, and there were no plows in sight so there I was, pushing my still mostly full bike through a parking lot that hadn't been cleared yet.

You know how fresh snow gets after a few people have walked through it? Have you ever tried driving in it?

Fucking Christ.

Honestly just. Whatever. I couldn't give a fuck. At some point I somehow managed to mess up my J-letters, and I could care less. Did I misdeliver that card? Did I drop it? Did it just fucking vanish??? Who cares! I don't! If they wanted me to produce quality they should pay me more than 10€ an hour.

The only thing that kept me going was honestly just the thought that if I wanted, I could just... quit. Go home. RIP to my past self (what an idiot) who wanted to be thorough and wanted to do a good job, I'm different. By the time my overtime kicked in at 10hrs (by my calculations, at least -- I don't have guaranteed overtime unless I do 30hrs that week first) I wasn't even halfway done through the route and couldn't remember shit about what was coming next, despite having done the sorts myself.

I was home around 1830 and while I was standing in the kitchen making food, I just kept thinking "You know, Idiots like us are the reason they can afford to pay you like shit. Why didn't we just go home, man? What was even the point of that?"

Fucking serves me right for wanting to do my fucking job right, fuck.