Worst Work Day-Everyday

Of course it's a day like any other day. A miserable, horrible day, where I see the same faces, attached to the same bodies with the smallest brains on the planet. God I hate this ploace. Of course I can hear them now, "oh, well, if she doesn't like it here anymore, why doesn't she just leave?" Oh and I wish my decision was that easy. It's the money versus the eight hours of misery. Good money versus opinionated cliques. Good money versus 50-year-olds with grade school mentalities. An eye for an eye every single day. So now, I keep my distance. I'm here solely for money. But it wasn't always like this. I did actually use to like my job. But now there's too much favoritism. Too many people who know this person, or "oh my kids grew up with her kids," or "that's my daughter." And I am the outsider. I'm glad not to be associated with anyone here. Glad that I didn't come from the same neighborhoods or families. And so glad that everyone doesn't know all of my business.
Every so often, I'll get those cranky old people who can't wait more than thirty seconds for service. And I don't need to hear anyone's opnions right now, just do your part of the job and things would run so much smoother. But something so simple could never be that easy. At least not here. But thank god for these guests and their money, I mean their smiles, and optimistic attitudes about everything. Makes the time go by faster. Makes me forget about the people I'd like to mow over in the parking lot. One day I'll probably leave, walk out and never come back. Hopefully it will be because of an economic crisis, and not because my will was broken down to that point.