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a) I am leaving my crappy retail book-mongering job filled with lecherous co-workers and stupid dresscodes for a happy and better paying programming job. Yay! My new boss encourages me to, when asked what I do, simply skip the technical bits and end with "I cure cancer!" Which isn't strictly accurate, as I actually facilitate the sharing of cancer research between various institutions, but that doesn't make me sound as cool. And I am clearly all about sounding cool.
b) One of my customers came on to me in a really disturbingly porn-esque way today. I mean, who asks for lesbian novels and then while I am showing her our scant collection leans in, touches me on the shoulder and says "you know I'm not looking for a book, right?" !!! Really though, she ruined any chance she might have had by asking for Cecily von Ziegesar novels before switching to the lesbian tack. Eww. And find ways to pick up women that don't make them want to laugh loudly in your face. Of course, these days I'm kind of a hard mark because anything remotely resembling an attempt at a pick-up just makes me furious. I blame the fucking annoying residents of DC who for some reason think I would enjoy to talking to them, giving them my number, or engaging in dirty innuendos with them. Why can I not even go into a burger joint and get some fries without someone trying to chat me up? Do I just look lonely? Super approachable? The fucking hell, people. And a free tip, telling someone to smile is not charming, it's fucking annoying. If I felt like smiling, I would be, yes?
b) One of my customers came on to me in a really disturbingly porn-esque way today. I mean, who asks for lesbian novels and then while I am showing her our scant collection leans in, touches me on the shoulder and says "you know I'm not looking for a book, right?" !!! Really though, she ruined any chance she might have had by asking for Cecily von Ziegesar novels before switching to the lesbian tack. Eww. And find ways to pick up women that don't make them want to laugh loudly in your face. Of course, these days I'm kind of a hard mark because anything remotely resembling an attempt at a pick-up just makes me furious. I blame the fucking annoying residents of DC who for some reason think I would enjoy to talking to them, giving them my number, or engaging in dirty innuendos with them. Why can I not even go into a burger joint and get some fries without someone trying to chat me up? Do I just look lonely? Super approachable? The fucking hell, people. And a free tip, telling someone to smile is not charming, it's fucking annoying. If I felt like smiling, I would be, yes?