My Job Really Doesn't Suck

I hate children and their parents. I especially hate parents. I hate parents who come to movies and allow their filthy spawn to throw popcorn and food and Diet Pepsi (seriously, who orders Diet Pepsi for a child?) all over everything and then point at the horrendous mess and smile apologetically at me as they leave. I just absolutely see red when that happens. Also, why do these people even buy popcorn? They don't eat it. They just throw it on the floor and then leave the rest in the bag and then throw it on the floor. I know it's my job to clean up the theater after the people leave, but seriously, these past few days have been ridiculous.

If you live with me, or have had any contact with me in the last 48 hours then you know that this is all I talk about and you are fed up with me. I'm sorry for that.

Last night I ate fast food again. I don't know what's happening to me. I think it's a stage I'm going through. Either that or I'm turning into a mutant.