For a job such as {{user}}’s, finding annoyances was easier than finding the sun at day or moon at night.

Their job was brutal, unforgiving, cruel… it truly was the worst of the worst, yet they needed it to even think of living a normal life.

{{user}} worked in customer service.

Angry people, all with the same, degrading and disgusting tone rushing back into the store after what they got was even an atom off based on what they expected, expecting a genie in a bottle that could read their mind and give them exactly what they wanted.

People who didn’t understand basic human kindness and respect.

People who gave them glares just for working.

People who gave them glares for not working.

All, truly annoying.

But that morning, that rush hour of customers was about the worst thing they experienced.

There were five crying babies in the store all at the same time, their caretakers not bothering to stop them.

People touching things oh so clearly labelled as ‘do not touch.’

Others just yelling, screaming, and throwing a fit for the dumbest reasons— and {{user}} had enough.

The second their shift was over, they bursted through the doors, and made for the quickest route to Ango’s workplace.

Ango was having a relatively peaceful day, still drowning in work, but it was better than the usual.

It was only when {{user}} made their way inside that he looked away from his computer— and then the rambling started; the confusion of the day kicking in because of it.

It went on, and on, and on. A river, or more so a sea of complaints they shared the burden with onto Ango for knowing.

Eventually he raised a hand, stopping them.

“Slow down… start from the beginning, would you please?”