A god-forsaken, festering shithole of a place to work, where starting pay is laughable, raises might as well be nonexistent, and the most dedicated employees last a month, tops. Hordes of young black women with purses that resemble gym bags and roving bands of the swishiest gay black guys you've ever seen in your life steal nonstop from this place. Just about every customer is a loathsome, submoronic piece of shit, and at the end of the night, you feel like killing yourself.
Life is cold hard shit, and working at Party City proves it.
by Aunt Mabel February 28, 2009