Please Pardon the Profanity

Ok, so Mom, I will be swearing in this one but it's for a good reason. Jimmy John's and its policies should rot in hell. I'm one overcharge on fucking cheese away from getting fired. This is so ridiculous. I know that we aim for 100% accuracy but I think with the sheer volume of delivery tickets that I write, I'm about 99% accurate on charges. I make sandwiches quickly and precisely to procedure. I am friendly with customers and I do the best of my ability to seek out tasks to complete. Yet, none of this matters because if I make a mistake adding on one more ticket, I no longer have a job. Not that JJ's is really that great, in fact, it sucks. I try to have a positive attitude because I have job in the first place which is saying something around here. However, I deserve better than this. Also, I think it is fucking insane to charge what we do for sandwiches. A 14 with cheese (the sandwich that I got my write-up for) is supposed to cost $7. It is an 8" piece of French bread, 3 tomato slices, 1 ounce of mayo, between 62 and 68 grams each of turkey and beef and lettuce with an extra dollar for 28 to 32 grams of provolone cheese. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fat kid, I love cheese, but this cheese is not spectacular. It is not worthy of 28 g costing $1. But if I make that same mistake again, I am unemployed. I find it absolutely ridiculous that we charge so much for a good, but not great, sandwich. Even more outrageous is the fact that people are willing to pay such exorbitant prices. Last week, I took an order for an $11 sandwich. For only the sandwich. Add in $1.50 for each bag of chips. $1.75 for each fountain drink( which produce profits in the the range of 1000's of percents.) and Two dollars for each mediocre cookie. I hate working for this kind of blatant commercialism. I really miss the library. When I was working there, I felt good about myself. I was providing a public service. I got to help people educate themselves and expand their minds with no upfront cost. I feel like a whore to the man...and I smell like shit when I come home. I suppose it's only fitting.