I don't want to see the day when it's dying

I had the worst day in existence.

For those of you who don't know what I do, I work in the stock room at French Connection. Usually I don't mind it, but lately my inner anarchist is breaking out again, and to put it frankly, I'm fucking tired of being bossed around.

It's weird how the system works. Weird and very primal.

Basically, I chill out in this dark dungeon like basement and if someone upstairs needs a size..

"MING!"

Me: "Wait a second..."

"MING!"

"HOLD ON!"

"MIIINNNGGGG!"

"WHAT?!"

And then I get the size they want, and run up the stairs to give it to them.

I fucking hate it. Especially when I am busy. It's so annoying to be digging through a bag looking for a size, and having to drop everything because someone isn't patient enough to wait a few seconds.

Today was super busy at work, and everyone was irritating me to the max. Someone even fucking whistled for me.

I felt like a fucking dog. And always feel like one - getting called by name and having to come, and then fetch whatever the hell they want. I hate it.

I'd like to think I'm better than an animal.

And with the weather so freaking nice, being trapped in a basement sucks.

Another thing I hate about work... commission. The sales associates get commission, not a lot but it definitely adds up. It's only 1% (meaning if you sell a $300 coat, you get $3) but our clothes are expensive, so it adds up.

So sometimes I am upstairs and someone asks me for help. I start helping them, then someone wants me to run downstairs and fetch them aside... and they take my customer. I know it's kind of dumb to be pissed about it, but it kind of makes me pissed! That and I get clothes for the other employees and the sales person thinks they spent all their time digging through stuff to find the size. No it's ME!

I feel like I don't get any appreciation. And I definitely get paid less than them.

I think it's time for me to find a new job.

Anyways, enough ranting about work.

Well I shed some tears, I was that frustrated, and I came upstairs to leave and it was black outside.

It was incredible.

Apparently a tornado flew by and blew over a bunch of rock statue things some guy was working on.

Well I decided to walk home, because it seemed the weather has adjusted itself to my mood. Then it starts POURING, and the wind was INSANE.

It was so amazing and I was having so much fucking fun.

At an intersection some homeless punk like RUNS past me cause the wind was pushing him going "Whooa--a--a---aaooaaa!" It was fucking HILARIOUS.

And my bad mood disappeared.

It's nice when the weather is on your side.

Even though it pretty much shits on everyone else's parade, at least I am happy =)