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I hate the customer who shouted down the phone at me today. I hate that I couldn't just tell him to fuck off because it would have lost me my job. I hate that I had to take the crap he spewed at me. I hate that he knew I had to take it. I hate that he said it was my job to take his abuse. I hate that he frightened me, and demanded to know where I was based so he could come and see me in person. I hate that afterwards I wanted to be alone so that I could cry, but I wasn't alone, and my colleague knew I was upset. I hate that I came home from work and cried again. I hate that I hate what he did to me so much today that I am spending my spare time writing about what happened. I hate that he could phone again tomorrow. Jul 24 8:12 AM MST

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I HATE the sticking fucking stickers they put on new items at the store, usually CDs, and you have to peel them off and they leave that NASTY GOOP ON THERE AND IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO GET OFF. Come up with a new damn sticky substance that actually comes off. Jan 26 1:28 AM MST

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I hate people who use the seats at the terminal gates to put their coats and luggage when it is crowded and they can see other people are standing. I once asked a woman if she could move her stuf so I could sit and she gave me a dirty look. I wanted to bludgeon her with my laptop bag. Jan 2 2:17 AM MST