Mr. Hitler makes exceptionally good cakes...
Obie kaybie. First of all, El Douchebag was about 50% less of a douchebag last night then he was all last week.
It was very refreshing.
I finally figured out how I wanted to use my last fifteen vacation hours and he didn't have a problem with my idea. I think it was because I wanted to use them between Christmas and New Year's and business practically comes to a grinding halt on the 26th as opposed to the weeks leading up to Christmas when things become increasingly insane and we all want to murdle each other with sporks if one more peron asks us why we don't have anymore tinsel. So basically, I have most of the week of Christmas off as well as New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. Saweet.
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I find it highly irritating, during a register transaction, when a grown person hands me a crumpled up wad of bills. Especially when this wad o' bills comes out of a wallet. Seriously, folks, there's a certain age at which the presentation of origami money is unacceptable.
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There are an inordinately large number of people in Wayland Square who smell like pee. And I don't just mean a hint of pee. It's like they called up Pee Painters on Google and had them come over and coat them with a sheen of pee. I don't know if it's a means of distraction on their part, but ewww. I'm sorry if some of them have an actual pee problem. I'm sure there are a few of them who have legitimate pee issues, but perhaps their money would be better spent on a bottle of Xtra and a trip to the laundromat, located in the heart of Wayland Square, than on that pack of Newports. I'm just sayin'.
Actually, a lot of these people are also guilty of handing over origami money. I might have to look into the correlation of pee vapors and crumpled money in retail establishments like mine. Hell, it's better than being bored.
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I've mentioned that El D-bag was so much less of a d-bag than usual, but the customers do not seem to be experiencing the same lightness of mood.
Rule the First, don't fuck with the group home people...or as I like to refer them, Group Homies. They're are all adult people who live in the group home down the street who have various mental handicaps. They're sweet, they come into the store all the time, and yes, they can be a bit irritating at times, but usually only when I'm irritated about something else and I don't want to be bothered. Anyway. It pisses me off when someone acts like an asshole to one of the Homies. By all means, folks, practice your douchebaggery on someone of a similar mental capacity to yours, but leave mah peeps alone!
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New icons. Woot!
It was very refreshing.
I finally figured out how I wanted to use my last fifteen vacation hours and he didn't have a problem with my idea. I think it was because I wanted to use them between Christmas and New Year's and business practically comes to a grinding halt on the 26th as opposed to the weeks leading up to Christmas when things become increasingly insane and we all want to murdle each other with sporks if one more peron asks us why we don't have anymore tinsel. So basically, I have most of the week of Christmas off as well as New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. Saweet.
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I find it highly irritating, during a register transaction, when a grown person hands me a crumpled up wad of bills. Especially when this wad o' bills comes out of a wallet. Seriously, folks, there's a certain age at which the presentation of origami money is unacceptable.
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There are an inordinately large number of people in Wayland Square who smell like pee. And I don't just mean a hint of pee. It's like they called up Pee Painters on Google and had them come over and coat them with a sheen of pee. I don't know if it's a means of distraction on their part, but ewww. I'm sorry if some of them have an actual pee problem. I'm sure there are a few of them who have legitimate pee issues, but perhaps their money would be better spent on a bottle of Xtra and a trip to the laundromat, located in the heart of Wayland Square, than on that pack of Newports. I'm just sayin'.
Actually, a lot of these people are also guilty of handing over origami money. I might have to look into the correlation of pee vapors and crumpled money in retail establishments like mine. Hell, it's better than being bored.
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I've mentioned that El D-bag was so much less of a d-bag than usual, but the customers do not seem to be experiencing the same lightness of mood.
Rule the First, don't fuck with the group home people...or as I like to refer them, Group Homies. They're are all adult people who live in the group home down the street who have various mental handicaps. They're sweet, they come into the store all the time, and yes, they can be a bit irritating at times, but usually only when I'm irritated about something else and I don't want to be bothered. Anyway. It pisses me off when someone acts like an asshole to one of the Homies. By all means, folks, practice your douchebaggery on someone of a similar mental capacity to yours, but leave mah peeps alone!
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New icons. Woot!