It's been a long week already.. Rant time (Fats at fast food) You goddamn stupid fat fucks. I have places to be, jobsites all over to get to, limited time alotted for each location.  You look at me with those bovine eyes, trying to comprehend what I am doing, mouth slightly open, as if contemplating eating my tools or concentrating really hard at the sight of someone actually working, or moving at a brisk walk! You're so goddamn adorable standing in front of that fryer, blocking the fucking aisle I need to get through to do my work, "Behind you! Behind you!" And you just stand there concentrating on those fries, as if they will reveal the secrets of the universe to you. You eatbeasts that see me heading in a direction and decide that you'll just waddle in front of me, my quick walk becoming a halting gait as i am stuck behind your ginormous quivering ass.  Oh and the whales you cater to... so eager to get their beetus they slowly walk towards a door, so intent are they on the greasy grazing to come they don't hear the sound of someone stomping loudly trying to get them out od the way. So busy dreaming of the beetus soon to slide down their gullets they cant keep the door open for the human carrying the fucking ladder. "It's so hot" you wail with your whale tears, where is the air? Well you mammoth fatass, I had to turn it off! I am so sorry your heavily insulated body doesnt regulate temperatures the way evolution made you to. You think it's hot there? I have been up on a tar roof, sun beating down, covered in the grease that worked its way to the roof from the kitchen. I'm sure that is much less hellish than the 85 degrees the thermostat shows, I should prostrate myself to the alter of your lard in forgiveness. I wonder if they see the look in my eyes, i sometimes wonder if my hatred is visible, or if they're so fucking stupid they completely miss my cold stare, the vehemence in my voice...