Dec 17, 2008 10:18
Fucking old people. Fucking old people. I work in a shop where we sell hardware and household stuff and today was subjected to a moment of pure abuse by an elderly customer.. she came in last week, and incorrectly entered her PIN 3 times.. so of course she blocked her card... and today came in and blamed me for everything she seemed convinced i was trying to stop her accessing her cash, and called me a criminal! When i actually helped her pack her shopping last week. The thing about me is that i barely ever experience any kind of anger, but grrr i felt very tested by this woman. Then she proceeded to criticize me on a personal level, even to the point of deriding me for using hand gestures while i spoke. I felt ice and hatred and vitriol and poison running through me, but luckily I didn't go into a Medea-esq rage. Retail is such pointless crap anyway, and I'm too abstract to thrive in such a soul-less environment, where the Managers approach you with a grave attitude as if Voucher Thursday is tantamount to the G8 summit. Fuck it all. The rest of the job is just too tedious to even render possible descriptive adjectives.
In other news, I attended a rock/metal clubnight at Trent uni on friday, which was quite fun, as i saw a lot of cool people, and tried my best to make a poor girl who was having ex-related crises feel better. However as i consumed more alcohol my memories of the evening became more vague and abstract... and it became generally more surreal... oh well it was all fun though, and i got to wear my black gothy dress with my lacey gloves so i was happy :) And enjoyed dancing to Special K by Placebo :)