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I hate work the most this time of year because of a coupon.

Yep, you saw that title alright. Why do I hate it? I work in a supermarket bakery and at the end of the year certain customers receive a free cake coupon for the holiday. Despite the coupon including the names and photo of the kind of cakes being offered for free, I get several customers a day coming up to me while I’m working or on a restroom break or asking me which cakes are covered by the coupon. I don’t know how to put into words how much I hate these fucking coupons. I don’t know what it is about them that make it confusing for people to get a cake. I don’t know why they ask me if a cake that looks nothing remotely close to what’s on the coupon can be gotten with it. I don’t know why an 8×8 paper coupon causes me this much stress…


Yep, you saw that title alright. Why do I hate it? I work in a supermarket bakery and at the end of the year certain customers receive a free cake coupon for the holiday. Despite the coupon including the names and photo of the kind of cakes being offered for free, I get several customers a day coming up to me while I’m working or on a restroom break or asking me which cakes are covered by the coupon.

I don’t know how to put into words how much I hate these fucking coupons. I don’t know what it is about them that make it confusing for people to get a cake. I don’t know why they ask me if a cake that looks nothing remotely close to what’s on the coupon can be gotten with it. I don’t know why an 8×8 paper coupon causes me this much stress around the holidays.

Fuck this coupon.

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