What the fuck does Customer Service even mean?

So there're a few things I need to get off of my chest.
First of all; why does today suck ass? Was I not supposed to take that mid shift? Is this the world's way of telling me to subside, to put my ambitions on the back burner? Or is it the heat? I mean its not even that hot...I expect it to get much worse as July approaches.
Maybe that dream I had last night may have something to do with my irritation today? I think I might be becoming Diabetic, or something, I've been feeling weak and my stomach's been acting up for the past couple of weeks. Maybe I should start taking better care of myself? That might aid my recovery.
So today I was yelled at by some smelly disgusting, brain fried bum. Something about them being 99cents, which they were, but he had forgotten that we're in California - taxes!!!!!!! Don't ever tell me to shut up, while I'm being polite.
Fuckin' smelly asshole.
Then some stupid woman tried telling me we can manually input EBT, and when I assured her we didn't she tried to convince me that she had been there last week, and they let her do it then...fucking lying whore.
Then, to top it off...some fat red headed lady started yelling at me because I was the only one up front. Like I'm supposed to read minds and KNOW she's waiting for assistance in photo.
Due to the persist ant foot traffic at our store, especially from the transits and derelicts, its hard to narrow my vision. I'm also the only person up front checking!!!!!!! FAT GLUTTONOUS SWINE!!!!
"...because the devil had sex with a dog, and your mother was that very dog."
"And you know, because you wrote it, I do feel the need to kill again."

Let's hope the second four hour portion of my shift is more bearable, and let's hope that Fascist, Marylin doesn't pester my boss again. She's taking it badly, the stress level has been rubbing off on Tina and me...not good. And there's no relief until 6:30pm...garbage.
Two and a half hours with just me and Tammy...I'm going to unintentionally irritate her to death, I can feel it. I really need to get promoted and get myself my own set of keys. :/

I feel much better, having vented.
Liz, you should totally make those pig cookies for the potluck. KBYE!!!!

-Sir Jestro