I wish we weren't stuck in a district with two enormous-volume stores and a bunch of other stores that are tanking on sales, thus robbing us of payroll.
I wish we had a bathroom in the backroom, so I wouldn't have to hoof it all the way to the front to answer nature's call.
I wish they'd replace the floor tiles already. They're dull, scuffed and no longer hold a shine.
I wish management would do something about the many people who are just pulling paychecks and not getting any work done.
I wish jeans were allowed under the dress code. My job is rough on pants.
I wish my co-workers' discussion about the sexual habits of today's teens, as compared to teens when they were younger, in the breakroom the other day didn't place the image of my co-workers doing the Posturepedic Polka in my head.

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