Shit Day

I was doing fine, working at a feverish pace, running back and forth to the front to approve various returns and transaction cancellations and questions about ad product and do we take this G D coupon, when all of a sudden I noticed a small pile of human fecal matter on the floor in the main aisle of my store. Good God and Damn and Christmas people, what the fuck. And then I was without words.
The only two associates I had working at the time were busy with guests at the checkout. I had no choice but to clean it myself as the culprit was not holding up a sign that said "I did it". I doubt they would have cleaned it up anyway. People are suck.
And people laugh at me or look at me queerly when I say "THIS is why Jesus is NEVER coming back!"
I wanted to go to each 'guest' in the building and kick them in the vagina...just once, but then I would have gotten shit on my shoe...nasty, disgusting bitches.

I have to wear a button that says "I Love My Guest" but I took it off and jabbed the pin into my eye a bunch of times, to see if this was real, "to see if I still hurt".

I don't.