Today at work I was cleaning out a hamster cage (at a petsmart I work at). The hamster for no reason (jk it probably thought I was ugly), bit the fuck out of my finger like the hamster had blood on its face and there was blood running down my finger.
Naturally all the stacy fuck dog groomers who work at petsmart full time and are financially supported by their beta buxxing cuck husbands started laughing at me. Didn’t even sympathize. So I stopped showing I was in pain entirely.
I proceeded to not wash out or wipe off any of the blood and just carry on stocking product and cashing a woman out with blood all over my hands and all over bags of product. One of them even said “ew that’s gonna get infected”. And I just replied “yeah I get workers comp if I get hospitalized from this, and if not I’ll roll over and let my parents get my savings. Win win either way”.
Hard for them to laugh at me after that. And why do I care what they think of me? They already think trash of me anyways? What does it matter if they think I’m psycho too? Atleast now they’re afraid to laugh at me
Naturally all the stacy fuck dog groomers who work at petsmart full time and are financially supported by their beta buxxing cuck husbands started laughing at me. Didn’t even sympathize. So I stopped showing I was in pain entirely.
I proceeded to not wash out or wipe off any of the blood and just carry on stocking product and cashing a woman out with blood all over my hands and all over bags of product. One of them even said “ew that’s gonna get infected”. And I just replied “yeah I get workers comp if I get hospitalized from this, and if not I’ll roll over and let my parents get my savings. Win win either way”.
Hard for them to laugh at me after that. And why do I care what they think of me? They already think trash of me anyways? What does it matter if they think I’m psycho too? Atleast now they’re afraid to laugh at me
