A Depressed Bitch Who Just Cares Too Much

I am insecure and sensitive and I ruin everything I love

hey when the fuck are things gonna get easier

People always gloss over how mentally damaging it can be to work in retail. I fucking hate that whenever I say “I could never work in retail again” someone has to reply “You snowflake millennials can’t take a starter job because you have to INTERACT with other people” No. Fuck you. I’ve worked as a planetarium host. I’ve worked as a public speaker. I’ve worked as a tutor and as a student teacher. I can work with people. I can work with crowds. Retail was fucking different. Retail was being treated as a subhuman. Retail was being treated so poorly that you have anxiety attacks before work. Having to work retail was a factor in my last suicide attempt. If I hear you say one fucking word about retail workers playing the victim I will personally break every bone in your body. Fuck You.

There’s a difference between having to interact with normal human beings and having to interact with entitled human beings who verbally, emotionally, and sometimes physically abuse or assault you because society has taught them that they can look down on you because of your job, or simply because they’re giving money to the company that employs you. Having to interact with people who feel like they’re entitled to abuse you because you’re somehow “lesser” than them is dehumanizing and humiliating and anyone who thinks working retail is easy can shove it right up their ass.