Feliz Navidad, motherfucker
Guy: [orders a double-scoop cone]
Me: That’s 3.50
Guy: [hands me money]
Me: [counts money. Puts money in drawer]
Guy: [puts away wallet]
Me: Um that was only three dollars…
Guy: No it was four.
Me: [is 90% certain he’s wrong, but is willing to give the benefit of the doubt because hey, it’s only a dollar right?] Okay.
Guy: [orders two scoops of strawberry ice cream for his daughter]
Peter: [gives him two scoops of strawberry ice cream]
Guy: [pause.] Oh, I ordered two.
Me: [hears but doesn’t really consider]
Peter: [was not paying attention when I rung up the order. serves Guy his second cone]
Guy: [starts to walk away]
Me: [realizes, gets pissed off, but doesn't think to stop the guy.]
Seriously, what the fuck? Like you can't pay for another ice cream cone? If you can afford the hockey tickets at the DECC, you can fucking afford some goddamn ice cream. And really. Who runs scams on ice cream? I mean, what? Peter told me I should calm down because it was just ice cream, but it's the principle of the thing! He just stood there right in front of us and lied not once but twice straight to our faces. I mean okay it should have been handled better (I should have said something, I shouldn't have put the money in the till until it was all paid, et cetera), but honestly. HONESTLY!
And why? Like, why would you do that? Is he proud? How the fuck does a grown fucking man get off on that? Oh my god, you got a fucking cup of ice cream. Way to fight the system, way to stick it to the man. And it's not like the DECC is going to go under because of that, it's not like I'm worried for their revenue (although: someone turned off the coffin-freezers tonight and melted $30,000 worth of Dippin' Dots WTF), but...why? Great, man, you stole two scoops of chocolate ice cream from some bored high school kids at their dead-end minimum-wage job. Way to go. We're not fucking ENRON, here!
(I am far more frustrated about it than I should be. I think I'm mostly pissed at myself for not saying anything, but I'm really just incredulous at how mind-bogglingly stupid the whole thing is. Anyway.) I had a really long week and yesterday was pretty much the shittiest day ever, but whatever. Gender issues+sexuality issues+boys+girls+pulled hamstring+exhaustion+busywork+insecurity+general depression+loneliness+boredom+hopelessness+unproductiveness=my brain basically folding in on itself and completely withdrawing from coherent thought. I invited Eric over to hang out and allegedly watch Star Wars (my dad was like "I want to watch too!" which is code for "I think you're doing naughty things when you're alone in the basement and I aim to prevent that kind of tomfoolery without admitting my suspicions"), and that made my day better/cheered me up but then I ended up like shutting down all over again and screaming/sobbing hysterically into my pillow at midnight. (I almost bit through my tongue, too, and was seriously considering stabbing my left forearm with a throwing star (I would have too but it was too far across the room for me to grab without getting up.).) After like 10 solid minutes I suddenly stopped, rolled over, looked around, shut off the light, and went to sleep in my clothes. So then I spent most of today trying to be cheerful and also bitching at people about how bad my day yesterday was, but we made this crazy kickass kiwi dessert thingy in foods and in GSA we pretty much failed at the meeting and Koala got out his feelings jar again and we actually found "gay" deep in there. *grin*
Oh my god. The ramble is overpowering. I could actually say a lot more (oh could I ever) but I will save that for personal conversations/another post (or more likely never). I am going Christmas shopping tomorrow, I think, unless my dad suddenly conscripts me to work at the other house. Regardless of my afternoon I am going to Hannah's at 6 and I am determined to relax and forget all my problems. Suppression rocks. The end.
Me: That’s 3.50
Guy: [hands me money]
Me: [counts money. Puts money in drawer]
Guy: [puts away wallet]
Me: Um that was only three dollars…
Guy: No it was four.
Me: [is 90% certain he’s wrong, but is willing to give the benefit of the doubt because hey, it’s only a dollar right?] Okay.
Guy: [orders two scoops of strawberry ice cream for his daughter]
Peter: [gives him two scoops of strawberry ice cream]
Guy: [pause.] Oh, I ordered two.
Me: [hears but doesn’t really consider]
Peter: [was not paying attention when I rung up the order. serves Guy his second cone]
Guy: [starts to walk away]
Me: [realizes, gets pissed off, but doesn't think to stop the guy.]
Seriously, what the fuck? Like you can't pay for another ice cream cone? If you can afford the hockey tickets at the DECC, you can fucking afford some goddamn ice cream. And really. Who runs scams on ice cream? I mean, what? Peter told me I should calm down because it was just ice cream, but it's the principle of the thing! He just stood there right in front of us and lied not once but twice straight to our faces. I mean okay it should have been handled better (I should have said something, I shouldn't have put the money in the till until it was all paid, et cetera), but honestly. HONESTLY!
And why? Like, why would you do that? Is he proud? How the fuck does a grown fucking man get off on that? Oh my god, you got a fucking cup of ice cream. Way to fight the system, way to stick it to the man. And it's not like the DECC is going to go under because of that, it's not like I'm worried for their revenue (although: someone turned off the coffin-freezers tonight and melted $30,000 worth of Dippin' Dots WTF), but...why? Great, man, you stole two scoops of chocolate ice cream from some bored high school kids at their dead-end minimum-wage job. Way to go. We're not fucking ENRON, here!
(I am far more frustrated about it than I should be. I think I'm mostly pissed at myself for not saying anything, but I'm really just incredulous at how mind-bogglingly stupid the whole thing is. Anyway.) I had a really long week and yesterday was pretty much the shittiest day ever, but whatever. Gender issues+sexuality issues+boys+girls+pulled hamstring+exhaustion+busywork+insecurity+general depression+loneliness+boredom+hopelessness+unproductiveness=my brain basically folding in on itself and completely withdrawing from coherent thought. I invited Eric over to hang out and allegedly watch Star Wars (my dad was like "I want to watch too!" which is code for "I think you're doing naughty things when you're alone in the basement and I aim to prevent that kind of tomfoolery without admitting my suspicions"), and that made my day better/cheered me up but then I ended up like shutting down all over again and screaming/sobbing hysterically into my pillow at midnight. (I almost bit through my tongue, too, and was seriously considering stabbing my left forearm with a throwing star (I would have too but it was too far across the room for me to grab without getting up.).) After like 10 solid minutes I suddenly stopped, rolled over, looked around, shut off the light, and went to sleep in my clothes. So then I spent most of today trying to be cheerful and also bitching at people about how bad my day yesterday was, but we made this crazy kickass kiwi dessert thingy in foods and in GSA we pretty much failed at the meeting and Koala got out his feelings jar again and we actually found "gay" deep in there. *grin*
Oh my god. The ramble is overpowering. I could actually say a lot more (oh could I ever) but I will save that for personal conversations/another post (or more likely never). I am going Christmas shopping tomorrow, I think, unless my dad suddenly conscripts me to work at the other house. Regardless of my afternoon I am going to Hannah's at 6 and I am determined to relax and forget all my problems. Suppression rocks. The end.