this morning #814.

this morning, after all the work i’d put in in the name of saving this god forsaken place from failing, you’d think they’d at least let me take labor day off. NOPE. here i was, all by myself, opening the front doors again, welcoming the world into the store, not sure how much more of this i could stand. i’d become more & more comfortable with the thought of taking advantage of being taken for granted. sure, the pay was great. sure, the customers were cool. i just knew through & through that my bosses would toss me aside in a heartbeat. i was in no position to do the same to them though. i’d have to make it my mission to pay them back for the way they acted. i’d have to seize the means of production.