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everyonedie:

God I love people who impatiently demand their receipt...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hewasalittledognamedsnuggles.tumblr.com/post/40984990357/everyonedie-god-i-love-people-who-impatiently" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;hewasalittledognamedsnuggles&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/40960031451/god-i-love-people-who-impatiently-demand-their"&gt;everyonedie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;God I love people who impatiently demand their receipt when they’re TWO DIGITS INTO THEIR PIN CODE.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this blog needs an avatar pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Is this too small?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/40987178353</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/40987178353</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2013 00:17:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>God I love people who impatiently demand their receipt when they&amp;#8217;re TWO DIGITS INTO THEIR PIN...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;God I love people who impatiently demand their receipt when they&amp;#8217;re TWO DIGITS INTO THEIR PIN CODE.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/40960031451</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/40960031451</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 18:07:38 -0500</pubDate><category>That's a lie</category><category>I don't</category><category>Customers</category><category>customer service</category></item><item><title>Trying to resist the urge to boredom-eat my whole paycheck. Been a while since I did a graveyard...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Trying to resist the urge to boredom-eat my whole paycheck. Been a while since I did a graveyard shift.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nothing in here is filing, so I can just keep going until there&amp;#8217;s nothing left of my overtime pay but bitter tears of disappointment and regret.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/38216948722</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/38216948722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 04:10:04 -0500</pubDate><category>graveyard</category><category>convenience stores</category><category>night shift</category><category>boredom</category></item><item><title>Sometimes I wish I didn&amp;#8217;t get free coffee here, because then I wouldn&amp;#8217;t be tempted to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wish I didn&amp;#8217;t get free coffee here, because then I wouldn&amp;#8217;t be tempted to drink it. It tastes more like the paper cup than like coffee, it&amp;#8217;s just terrible.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/31614206834</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/31614206834</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2012 18:05:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Insomnia</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Refusing to go to bed does not make tomorrow not happen, I need to learn this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish we sold some version of peach tea at the store that didn&amp;#8217;t taste like apple-flavored corn syrup. I also wish the doorbell motion sensor was a death ray instead of a doorbell.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/31581857551</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/31581857551</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2012 08:21:19 -0400</pubDate><category>insomnia</category><category>work</category><category>complaining</category><category>death ray</category><category>corn syrup</category><category>peach</category><category>tea</category></item><item><title>A thousand reblogs to this. This happens to me a lot at...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m858419iYK1rttcivo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;A thousand reblogs to this. This happens to me a lot at work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Smile, it can’t be _that_ bad,” or “smile, it’s not the end of the world,” or “smile, people will wonder what you’re up to.” Like, are they trying to cheer me up? Because it makes me hope they suddenly catch fire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But as much as I want to make them die with my mind, instead I say something funny, still without smiling, and then as they laugh I make eye contact and raise an eyebrow, hopefully communicating “See, I’m fine. You’re just a presumptuous ass.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/29032821697</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/29032821697</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 00:32:21 -0400</pubDate><category>customers</category><category>social bullshit</category><category>fuck off with your whole culture</category></item><item><title>beatonna:

Happy Mother’s Day!

I often portray my mom as a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3z2wgq4tk1rnw5qjo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;beatonna:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Happy Mother’s Day!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I often portray my mom as a timid lady, because she is so loving and sweet.  But she’s tough too, she tried very hard to give us every opportunity in a small place, without much.  My mother is the one who has believed in my abilities the longest, and the fiercest, and for that I owe her everything.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In this particular exchange, she also showed me that people’s talent may not always be what it appears to be to others, and that we all may have a greatness in us that not everyone can see.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Remember to call your mother today.  She loves you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
mokey-mokey:&lt;br/&gt;
you know, this was a super sweet post until you told me to call my mom.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;not everyone’s mom loves them.  my mom beat the shit out of me, called me fat, watched my dad rape me when i was three and then left for four years.  don’t fucking tell my mom loves me.  i will never call her again.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i’m glad you have a nice mom that you like to call on mother’s day but i’m not the only one who doesn’t.  please don’t go around telling people their mom loves them.  you don’t know anything about those peoples’ moms.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
junglr:&lt;br/&gt;
I love that some people’s moms love them. I want to believe that it happens out there in real life, because I have literally never met a mother who wasn’t abusive to her child/ren in some way.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I work in customer service, and all day I’ve had to put up with people “reminding” me to wish my mother a happy mother’s day. What if my mother was a violent drunk? What if she disowned me when I was fourteen to live on the streets? What if she never told me anything but how worthless I was, and how much I embarrassed her? What if she was an egocentric rageaholic who only taught me how to quit at the first sign of resistance.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And worse, the usual shitty parents come in and yell at their kids for no reason (there’s never an excuse, but I’m talking about literally no provocation whatsoever, just out of nowhere yelling at their kid, for nothing, for standing where they’re standing, for happening to glance at candy. And I watch kids get confused, hurt, frustrated, and I can’t say anything because the slightest hint that someone disapproves of their abuse and they fly off the handle screaming, and I’m the one who gets in trouble for starting an argument while on the clock. Because that behavior is accepted, handwaved, ignored. It’s enough to make me cry any other day of the year, but today this same shit is turned up to 10 and accompanied by choral rounds of “happy mother’s day!”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother’s Day can fuck itself. But if my mom’s behavior is “love” then that shit is poison and I want nothing to do with it.&lt;br/&gt;
And if you actually have a good mom, chances are you toast her qualities without needing to be prompted to do so by a greeting card company or whatever.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Actually I take that back, because I like the IDEA of a day to celebrate the idea of motherhood. Just maybe everyone could be less presumptuous about a really sensitive topic, on this particular day at the very least.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;‘Cause it really sucks for those of us without moms, whatever the reason.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/23025681459</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/23025681459</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 01:51:42 -0400</pubDate><category>Mothers</category><category>child abuse</category><category>mother's day</category><category>customers</category><category>customer service</category></item><item><title>Two extremely attractive early 20s</title><description>&lt;p&gt;who haven’t seen each other since they used to play together when they were 6 just recognized each other in the store and excitedly exchanged phone numbers.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Fufufufufufufufufufufufu…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/22418280775</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/22418280775</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 01:50:29 -0400</pubDate><category>customers</category><category>convenience store</category></item><item><title>I need out</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have to get a new job. I can&amp;#8217;t deal with this one anymore. I&amp;#8217;m on the bus right now on my way there, and all I want to do is blow the bus up and escape in the confusion.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll try applying at comic book shops. I know the clientele is still going to be comprised largely of hygienically challenged mouthbreathers, but I&amp;#8217;m hoping my love of comics will at least partially make up for that.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/18203193800</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/18203193800</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 15:36:28 -0500</pubDate><category>Heinous</category><category>hate</category><category>I don't want to live on this planet anymore</category></item><item><title>Just realized</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I was scheduled trip clock in an hour later than usual.
Which was awesome until I got down to the last hour of my shift and noticed I was scheduled to clock OUT an hour later too.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/13334752478</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/13334752478</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 00:11:32 -0500</pubDate><category>Fuck work</category></item><item><title>Earthan Black (@EarthanBlack) has shared a Tweet with you:

&amp;#8220;skitchhead: 18-pack of Pabst, box...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Earthan Black (@EarthanBlack) has shared a Tweet with you:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;skitchhead: 18-pack of Pabst, box of Hot Pockets, a 7-up, and the most recent issue of High Times; very classy, white boy&amp;#8221;
&amp;#8212;http://twitter.com/skitchhead/status/136744453145763840&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12885833476</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12885833476</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 12:27:20 -0500</pubDate><category>Classy</category><category>customers</category></item><item><title>Earthan Black (@EarthanBlack) has shared a Tweet with you:

&amp;#8220;If you&amp;#8217;re referring to your...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Earthan Black (@EarthanBlack) has shared a Tweet with you:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;If you&amp;#8217;re referring to your children as your &amp;#8220;four screaming kids,&amp;#8221; maybe you should have fucking stopped at one&amp;#8221;
&amp;#8212;http://twitter.com/EarthanBlack/status/136701266985353216&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12874147395</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12874147395</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 02:14:38 -0500</pubDate><category>Fucking people</category><category>rage</category></item><item><title>Coworker: Apparently at work the other day, a cop came in, then promptly had to leave because she got a 911 dispatch from a Tri-Met driver with two people having sex in the back of his bus who refused to knock it off when he told them to. Ladies and gentlemen, that was a single sentence.</title><description>Coworker: Apparently at work the other day, a cop came in, then promptly had to leave because she got a 911 dispatch from a Tri-Met driver with two people having sex in the back of his bus who refused to knock it off when he told them to. Ladies and gentlemen, that was a single sentence.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: That wow.&lt;br /&gt;
Coworker: Basically</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12869112180</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12869112180</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 23:20:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Fucking people</category><category>literally</category><category>wtf</category></item><item><title>oculitopandora:

hotsendotsen:

Seriously, fuck anybody that wants to come in to a convenience store...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://oculitopandora.tumblr.com/post/12092279203"&gt;oculitopandora&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotsendotsen.tumblr.com/post/12076587422/seriously-fuck-anybody-that-wants-to-come-in-to-a"&gt;hotsendotsen&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seriously, fuck anybody that wants to come in to a convenience store at 8 in the morning, pay for two dollars of shit with a hundred, and then get all salty when their change takes a while.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;oh, youre going to pay for your tic tacs and big hunk bar with your visa? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and get pissy with me when i make you sign a receipt for 2.40 interaction? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you wouldnt mind going outside and maybe possibly..idk..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;getting skull fucked with a lead pipe?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;would that take up too much of your precious time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12107818711</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12107818711</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 03:32:30 -0400</pubDate><category>customers</category><category>fuck you</category></item><item><title>hotsendotsen:

Seriously, fuck anybody that wants to come in to a convenience store at 8 in the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotsendotsen.tumblr.com/post/12076587422/seriously-fuck-anybody-that-wants-to-come-in-to-a" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;hotsendotsen&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, fuck anybody that wants to come in to a convenience store at 8 in the morning, pay for two dollars of shit with a hundred, and then get all salty when their change takes a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Word.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12084172247</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/12084172247</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 15:52:51 -0400</pubDate><category>Asshole factory</category><category>convenience store</category></item><item><title>Little kids</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A tiny girl just told me which of the items she and her brother put on the counter, should go in the bag, one by one. It was all of them.
SO CUTE.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This message brought to you by the Coalition For the Future of  America. Children, is what I&amp;#8217;m trying to say.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/11493887998</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/11493887998</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 17:23:08 -0400</pubDate><category>Adorable</category><category>children</category><category>convenience</category><category>clerk</category></item><item><title>Welp.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m back here a fucking gain.
God I hate this place.
It feels good to be mad.
But I still hope it burns down.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hey that was almost haiku. Unintentional.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/11489828901</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/11489828901</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 15:44:21 -0400</pubDate><category>Work</category><category>convenience</category><category>clerk</category><category>evil</category><category>fire</category></item><item><title>This just in. Shut  the fuck up.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Drunk. Stupid. Twat.
I&amp;#8217;m glad your friend&amp;#8217;s mother is dying. Anyone someone like you grieves for is undoubtedly a wretched asshole as well.
Learn to tell the difference between professionalism and rudeness. For that matter, learn to tell the difference between alcohol and love.
P.S. You&amp;#8217;re hideous so you might want to work on your personality. ProTip: Randomly combative isn&amp;#8217;t as cute as you think it is.
As a regular customer, I would think you&amp;#8217;d be more concerned about alienating the staff here, but apparently you don&amp;#8217;t like convenience, because you went a fair distance towards getting your ass thrown straight on out of here. Like forever.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/11457461061</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/11457461061</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 20:49:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>abuse: v. 1. cruel and violent treatment of a person or animal. 2. insulting and offensive...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;abuse: v. 1. c&lt;span&gt;ruel and violent treatment of a &lt;strong&gt;person&lt;/strong&gt; or animal. 2. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nsulting and offensive language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;child: n. 1. a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; young &lt;strong&gt;human being&lt;/strong&gt; below the age of full physical development or below the legal age of majority. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;birth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;future: n. 1. t&lt;span&gt;he time or a period of time following the moment of speaking or writing; time regarded as still to come. 2. u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sed to refer to what will happen to someone or something in the time to come. 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A prospect of &lt;strong&gt;success&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;humanity: n. 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;beings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;collectively;&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;race;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;humankind. 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;condition&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;human; human nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;. 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;humane;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;kindness;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;benevolence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;KNOCK. IT. THE FUCK. OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/6244030986</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/6244030986</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2011 04:26:49 -0400</pubDate><category>child abuse</category></item><item><title>
Oh you need the receipt?Well I need you to explode, so where does that put us? 
</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh you need the receipt?&lt;br/&gt;Well I need you to explode, so where does that put us? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/6243854591</link><guid>http://everyonedie.tumblr.com/post/6243854591</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2011 04:13:53 -0400</pubDate><category>notes from work</category></item></channel></rss>
