Chronicles of Employment: HSN, v.2

[omegachimp]

The ice-specked winter wind howls menacingly at our backs, falling on our forces like the barbed whips of a vicious master on the shattered spines of his helpless slaves. Months ago (how it seems years!), we marched proudly into Moscow with liberty and equality on our lips - now we crawl ingnominously away with the nauseating taste of horse flesh

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[kungfuechidna]

I'm in a job where most of the really nasty customer service problems are soaked up by the register crew. I have to say, though, that a chorus line of hungry macaws at sevenish in the morning when you have a flu hangover can match an old lady in Montana any day (I'm a minion at a pet store. Macaws aside, I love my job and rue the day that I have to get a real one).