Guitarism (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sparkle_frog) wrote,@ 2003-11-24 14:45:00 |
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| Current mood: |  bitchy |
| Current music: | maryjane-alanis morisette |
rock on summer holidays..
What's the matter Mary Jane?
Had a hard day?
So place the don't disturb sign on the door.
See you're losing weight again.
Mary Jane.
Ever wonder who you're losing it for.
Some days, the queen of screaming vocal arrangements gets it right.
So tired that my eyes won't stay open, but my mind won't shut up. Angry, bitter, bitchy thoughts. Impatience. Cruelty.
Seem to be doing nothing but working lately, which, while it's good for Christmas finances, puts me in a pretty foul mood.
Hence all the recent community joining i've been doing..
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What's the matter Mary Jane?
Had a hard day?
So place the don't disturb sign on the door.
See you're losing weight again.
Mary Jane.
Ever wonder who you're losing it for.
Some days, the queen of screaming vocal arrangements gets it right.
So tired that my eyes won't stay open, but my mind won't shut up. Angry, bitter, bitchy thoughts. Impatience. Cruelty.
Seem to be doing nothing but working lately, which, while it's good for Christmas finances, puts me in a pretty foul mood.
Hence all the recent community joining i've been doing.. <lj-user="customers_suck">. What is it about shitty weather that brings out the really evil customers?
Several things.
To the lady with the tasteless jewellery, and the nose like a pug.
"Sorry, but when they handed out the cap and apron, they didn't give me the magical ability to divine exact quantities of shaved meat. 210 grams, when you asked for 200, is pretty damn close. And, when someone politely offers to drop it down to the requested weight or below, snapping "Well I *asked* for 200grams!" is not going to win you any brownie points. Sorry. We do offer a consolation prize, i could stab you repeatedly with a chicken fork, if you persist in insulting my intelligence. No, I'm not stupid, yes, I did hear you.. would you like to climb over the counter and pull out your own bloody ham?!"
*sigh* And, no matter how rude the customer is, I've been polite back. I end up leaving work so tense that I don't want to talk to anybody for at least half an hour.
To the sleazy gentleman with the receding hairline…
(To be continued.. Aliya wants me to go underwear shopping with her… perhaps best not to ask)
Had a hard day?
So place the don't disturb sign on the door.
See you're losing weight again.
Mary Jane.
Ever wonder who you're losing it for.
Some days, the queen of screaming vocal arrangements gets it right.
So tired that my eyes won't stay open, but my mind won't shut up. Angry, bitter, bitchy thoughts. Impatience. Cruelty.
Seem to be doing nothing but working lately, which, while it's good for Christmas finances, puts me in a pretty foul mood.
Hence all the recent community joining i've been doing.. <lj-user="customers_suck">. What is it about shitty weather that brings out the really evil customers?
Several things.
To the lady with the tasteless jewellery, and the nose like a pug.
"Sorry, but when they handed out the cap and apron, they didn't give me the magical ability to divine exact quantities of shaved meat. 210 grams, when you asked for 200, is pretty damn close. And, when someone politely offers to drop it down to the requested weight or below, snapping "Well I *asked* for 200grams!" is not going to win you any brownie points. Sorry. We do offer a consolation prize, i could stab you repeatedly with a chicken fork, if you persist in insulting my intelligence. No, I'm not stupid, yes, I did hear you.. would you like to climb over the counter and pull out your own bloody ham?!"
*sigh* And, no matter how rude the customer is, I've been polite back. I end up leaving work so tense that I don't want to talk to anybody for at least half an hour.
To the sleazy gentleman with the receding hairline…
(To be continued.. Aliya wants me to go underwear shopping with her… perhaps best not to ask)
