Today is a sad day. I did what I knew I was gonna have to do eventually. I had to quit the liquor store job I had. I liked my coworkers. I liked feeling valuable. I liked the idea that I could dig myself out of the hole that I'm in. I don't know why the fuck I thought Retail would be the solution.

Even after some coffee, I was just way too fucking tired for the nonsense today. I put heavy-ass boxes of liquor on a dolly, and rolled them around looking for where they go, customers and coworkers bothering me and giving me more shit to do. I went to a shelf where I was supposed to load 12 bottles of vodka. As I load the 11th one, I realize I can't fit the very last one. It is a rule that you are not allowed to stock the shelf if to do so would cause it to be overstuffed and cause "snaking" (product pushing other product out of alignment). This means that I would have had to roll the dolly all the way back to the area with a billion boxes.

This sequence of events happened basically a few times in a row. I just had enough, man. Also, I'm sick of thinking about the karma from the indirect harm I'm causing by shelving and stocking poison. How many unwanted children, drunk driving accidents, battered women, shattered lives are being indirectly caused? I can't keep justifying it. The operation at the store is too inefficient, and the same problems just continue to fester. The workload piles up, and all the caffeine and positive thinking in the world is not gonna fucking fix the fucking shelves, IDIOT! I want to expel all hate from my soul, but I truly do hate Alcohol. Alcohol is fucking poison. I wish the best for all the rest, but as far as my own journey is concerned, every step of the journey is the journey.