Dudes.
toronto is not what I thought it was. I mean, it's okay and everything, but I definitely don't think it's cool anymore. People can be so mean! I thought it was just that one post before, but now it's like everyone's jumping down everyone else's throat, and it is like... NOT making me love my city.
This one's asking for recommendations for a Psychic. You know how some people are into psychics and some aren't? People are cracking the dumbest jokes at this poor woman.
I have this thing where I think that if you don't have anything helpful to say, then don't say anything at all. It's totally rude! And, I don't know. What if the situation is something like, her mom just died and she's really depressed and can't get out of bed or something, and she just needs for someone to tell her that her mom is okay, and who cares if it's true or not?
And I don't want to be all disappointed with Torontonians!
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Have you I told you guys how much the cleaning lady at Sears hates me? We use the bathroom on the fourth floor (it's the nicest one in the Eaton Centre, FYI) all the time, and the cleaning lady is in there every hour (as cleaning ladies generally are). She is REALLY nice to the people who work in the Sears offices upstairs, and cheerfully greets them, but she hates my ass like nobody's business. I think it's because of my shoes.
Seriously.
See, the bottoms of my shoes are always dirty, right? I work at LUSH! Our floors are full of grimy soap, no matter how well we mop, and since I tramp around in the shop all day, the bottoms of my shoes are always really grimy. The cleaning lady, when she's in there, mops the floor every hour and then cleans all the toilets and sinks. I walk in, and if she's just mopped, then my shoes leave tracks. SHE HATES THIS. But I can't help it! If I see her in there when I walk in, I ask her if I should use another washroom, and she always says no. So I go in, walk into a stall and leave tracks. She freaks out. She makes this weird, "Ah!" kind of noise and then gestures at my feet. So I apologize profusely, but-! What else can I do? She told me to come in, and the floor is wet!
Today I went in there and she of course had just finished mopping. I asked her if it was okay if I step in, and she said yes... and then this other lady came in right behind me. The cleaning lady looked at me and said, "But please flush." Then she proceeded to have a conversation in Spanish with the other lady who had come in after me, while I stood there totally offended.
I AM NOT A NON-FLUSHER! I have never been a non-flusher! Now that lady who was behind me totally thinks I don't flush. I bet they were talking about how people like me never flush the toilet and how we can be disgusting and pee all over the seat! And! I just! I wanted to scream, "I ALWAYS FLUSH THE TOILET, I HAVE BEEN FLUSHING THE TOILET FOR THIRTY YEARS NOW AND I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO DOES NOT FLUSH!" But of course, you can't do that.
And why would she wait until the other lady walked in? BECAUSE SHE HATES ME AND MY GRIMY SHOES.
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Secret of the Day: Man, I don't own nearly enough Shins. I was thinking about how we used to play the albums in the store all the day (from my Sunrise days), and that I haven't heard Chutes Too Narrow in forever, and I thought, "Hey, I don't have enough Shins!" And then I thought about how weird that is. I should own more Shins!