Bitchfest.
Ok, on top of today being insane with the infamous "Summer Sale" we're currently having, I had some of the worst customers in the world purposefully seek me out and attempt to destroy me emotionally. At about 5:30pm this guy comes up to me and starts asking me all these crazy questions about calling other stores to find a pair of pants for him. It's kind of a pain, but we get it all worked out and I think we're done. Then he comes back to me fives minutes after we've shut the music off, locked the doors and started blatantly closing the store. He starts stabbing me repeatedly with more crazy questions, namely if I can look for two more pairs of pants. He sends me running all over the place again, checking our store and others, while all of them are closed anyway. Finally, at 6:20, he and his wife leave. Even as I'm shutting the door, they're still saying stuff like, "Oh dear! The mall is CLOSED! How do we get out?" ARE YOU SERIOUS? ARE YOU BLIND? ARE YOU DEAF? DID YOU NOT NOTICE US TURN THE MUSIC OFF, OPEN ALL THE FITTING ROOM DOORS, LOCK THE FRONT DOORS AND THEN ALL OF THE EMPLOYEES START IGNORING YOU AND ATTEMPT TO CLOSE THE STORE EVEN WITH YOUR CHEAP, NEEDY ASS STILL LINGERING LIKE YOU OWN THIS PLACE, WHEN YOU ONLY SPEND $60 WE DIDN'T NEED IN THE FIRST PLACE? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
It's not just that this guy was inconsiderate and waisted my time... it breaks my heart a little to think that someone places so much value in pairs of pants - enough to knowingly inconvenience multiple people and waist their own time driving across town to spend way too much money for some plain khakis. Is it really worth it, buddy? Is this really what it comes down to?
Other things I have to say:
-I got back from Europe and it was amazing. I want to go back so badly. Everyone told me that I would hate American politics even more, but I didn't believe them. Ok, you win. Going over there and seeing the liberal people/unity/common sense made the "my country sucks right now" pill that much harder to swallow. I don't even know where to start. I am ready to be rich and give all my money to good causes and political campaigns. Idealist, much? Maybe that's why I like Kucinich.
-I read A Man Without A Country and it made me a better person. Sad, though.
-To add to my frustration with politics, my dad was watching some right-wing "news" show this morning which consisted of a man at a pulpit literally yelling about all the current events that upset him. He talked about how there are so many "liberals" who want everyone to be "open minded" but are only "open" to their own ideas, how separation of church and state is absurd, how Christians have to stand firm in their convictions but remember to "love" the "liberals" even though their "morals" are inadequate. Before I started crying, I asked my dad how he could honestly think that man was coming from a good place. He responded with, "Oh, I'm not even listening," which may sound comforting, but it really scares me that such awful things would go in one ear and out the other. It scares me that he doesn't even notice and subconsciously, he is processing it. Something in him is recognizing it and something in him is not turning it off.
-I was talking to a coworker the other day about high school and said something along the lines of, "Yeah, I used to really care about being involved and in leadership," which is pretty incredible seeing as how high school was only a month ago. So much has changed. I was so upset about almost not being recognized as graduating with high honors because my counselor screwed up. Being a "leader" was my life. All of that seems pretty worthless and far away now. Another thing that scares me is how something that meant so much to me could lose all it's value in such a short amount of time. Regardless of graduating, my awesome grad party and going to Europe, high school seems pretty anti-climatic. Maybe I was expecting more, or maybe it will be more clear with time. Maybe after I get through this "transition", it will all gain some worth.
-The boys and I are road-tripping next month and it's going to rule our lives. We won't have any moneyz but we'll have the beach and better weather.
-Work really isn't that bad at all. I'm just dramatic. My coworkers are the best and my managers are pretty cool as well.
-I finally got a penpal who writes back. :)
-I am going to be revising the paper I wrote for National History Day this week and hopefully sending out copies to "important people" next week.
-Regardless of all this bitching and being afraid, my life really rules right now. I danced by myself tonight, and it felt so good.
I would put some cool new poetry here but it all very honestly sucks right now. I told a friend that I can't write anymore... and again, I was being really dramatic. It happens.
It's not just that this guy was inconsiderate and waisted my time... it breaks my heart a little to think that someone places so much value in pairs of pants - enough to knowingly inconvenience multiple people and waist their own time driving across town to spend way too much money for some plain khakis. Is it really worth it, buddy? Is this really what it comes down to?
Other things I have to say:
-I got back from Europe and it was amazing. I want to go back so badly. Everyone told me that I would hate American politics even more, but I didn't believe them. Ok, you win. Going over there and seeing the liberal people/unity/common sense made the "my country sucks right now" pill that much harder to swallow. I don't even know where to start. I am ready to be rich and give all my money to good causes and political campaigns. Idealist, much? Maybe that's why I like Kucinich.
-I read A Man Without A Country and it made me a better person. Sad, though.
-To add to my frustration with politics, my dad was watching some right-wing "news" show this morning which consisted of a man at a pulpit literally yelling about all the current events that upset him. He talked about how there are so many "liberals" who want everyone to be "open minded" but are only "open" to their own ideas, how separation of church and state is absurd, how Christians have to stand firm in their convictions but remember to "love" the "liberals" even though their "morals" are inadequate. Before I started crying, I asked my dad how he could honestly think that man was coming from a good place. He responded with, "Oh, I'm not even listening," which may sound comforting, but it really scares me that such awful things would go in one ear and out the other. It scares me that he doesn't even notice and subconsciously, he is processing it. Something in him is recognizing it and something in him is not turning it off.
-I was talking to a coworker the other day about high school and said something along the lines of, "Yeah, I used to really care about being involved and in leadership," which is pretty incredible seeing as how high school was only a month ago. So much has changed. I was so upset about almost not being recognized as graduating with high honors because my counselor screwed up. Being a "leader" was my life. All of that seems pretty worthless and far away now. Another thing that scares me is how something that meant so much to me could lose all it's value in such a short amount of time. Regardless of graduating, my awesome grad party and going to Europe, high school seems pretty anti-climatic. Maybe I was expecting more, or maybe it will be more clear with time. Maybe after I get through this "transition", it will all gain some worth.
-The boys and I are road-tripping next month and it's going to rule our lives. We won't have any moneyz but we'll have the beach and better weather.
-Work really isn't that bad at all. I'm just dramatic. My coworkers are the best and my managers are pretty cool as well.
-I finally got a penpal who writes back. :)
-I am going to be revising the paper I wrote for National History Day this week and hopefully sending out copies to "important people" next week.
-Regardless of all this bitching and being afraid, my life really rules right now. I danced by myself tonight, and it felt so good.
I would put some cool new poetry here but it all very honestly sucks right now. I told a friend that I can't write anymore... and again, I was being really dramatic. It happens.