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There are those women who, when they walk in, give you these condescending smiles as they breeze by the register, and these smiles say, "Ha! I am a mature adult, whereas you are merely and ugly teenage girl with so self-esteem who has to work to get any cash, and I'll smile like this at you because I have a very kind-hearted husband who puts up with me and caters to my every need. Oh, and this smile makes you feel bad, so that's an added bonus."
Met one of these today, or at least, one who smiled at me--that tight-lipped, snobbish-like smile-- and breezed by the register to get her drink. She was followed by her very, very nice husband--one of those men who just looks kind (or pussy-whipped, however you want to think of it)--and he was. Very kind, and uber-polite. And I thought: Why did he marry her in the first place?
Unfortunately, when I ran their food out to them, the woman was incredibly kind, as nice as her husband, and, what's more, they love the deli.
Ah, me...I read into things and create drama where it doesn't exist far too often. Really, how pathetic am I that I create people's lives because I don't have one?
After that....what do you get when you put four teenagers alone in the front of a deli?
No, it's not an orgy.
But it's just as chaotic. BatBoy emptied out Delco just to piss off PE Buddy's sister when she arrived; Rapper made fun of the bitch who asked for vinegar and then told us that "no one makes sandwiches with vinegar. Omigod, I'm so pissed;" I sang along to the really bad easy listenin' songs that I somehow know, and Feb14 laughed at us and ranted in Spanish to no one in particular.
And then CoolManager walked in, and we were calm.
It really is fun to thrive on chaos.
The first three and a half hours of work were hell. then I had an hour's break. And then the last four hours and fifteen minutes were fun but mildly boring.
It doesn't, however, change the fact that my migraine did not go away, and there are still little men with hammers pouding away on the inside of my skull.
They kept saying it was going to rain yesterday. It looked crappy, but it didn't rain. Then today it was "RAIN IS UPON US!" It was fucking sunny until 5:45, when suddenly it was
WHAM! "Who turned out the lights?" dark and cloudy and then it began to rain like Hurricane Katrina in the midwest: Rain coming down in sheets; wind blowing the trees in two, and people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
Yeah. and then I got off work. And it's dark at 8:30 like it's usually dark at 10.
w00t.
That was my day.
quote of the post: "and after you do all my work for me, then you can drive home in the rain!" --CoolManager
nebulia out.
Met one of these today, or at least, one who smiled at me--that tight-lipped, snobbish-like smile-- and breezed by the register to get her drink. She was followed by her very, very nice husband--one of those men who just looks kind (or pussy-whipped, however you want to think of it)--and he was. Very kind, and uber-polite. And I thought: Why did he marry her in the first place?
Unfortunately, when I ran their food out to them, the woman was incredibly kind, as nice as her husband, and, what's more, they love the deli.
Ah, me...I read into things and create drama where it doesn't exist far too often. Really, how pathetic am I that I create people's lives because I don't have one?
After that....what do you get when you put four teenagers alone in the front of a deli?
No, it's not an orgy.
But it's just as chaotic. BatBoy emptied out Delco just to piss off PE Buddy's sister when she arrived; Rapper made fun of the bitch who asked for vinegar and then told us that "no one makes sandwiches with vinegar. Omigod, I'm so pissed;" I sang along to the really bad easy listenin' songs that I somehow know, and Feb14 laughed at us and ranted in Spanish to no one in particular.
And then CoolManager walked in, and we were calm.
It really is fun to thrive on chaos.
The first three and a half hours of work were hell. then I had an hour's break. And then the last four hours and fifteen minutes were fun but mildly boring.
It doesn't, however, change the fact that my migraine did not go away, and there are still little men with hammers pouding away on the inside of my skull.
They kept saying it was going to rain yesterday. It looked crappy, but it didn't rain. Then today it was "RAIN IS UPON US!" It was fucking sunny until 5:45, when suddenly it was
WHAM! "Who turned out the lights?" dark and cloudy and then it began to rain like Hurricane Katrina in the midwest: Rain coming down in sheets; wind blowing the trees in two, and people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
Yeah. and then I got off work. And it's dark at 8:30 like it's usually dark at 10.
w00t.
That was my day.
quote of the post: "and after you do all my work for me, then you can drive home in the rain!" --CoolManager
nebulia out.
