Sun F'yu: The art of Not Being Nice...
Pohki was a tyrant last night. Security places should look into hiring more women who have violent hormonal surges; it seems to be effective on would-be trouble makers. By the end of the night, people were damn near diving into their apartments to avoid me; it was luff-ly... ;)
Heard, once again, "you enjoy your job too much," and "you're not very nice," which made me chuckle. Dearie, I get paid to be "not nice," so yes, I do enjoy my job. >:)
Same kid then went on to say that I should just leave them alone, and let them do what they wanted, so they could move on, and "get out of the ghetto."
Mm-hmm. Suburban ghetto, puh-lease...
Thass when Pohki came up with her one-liner for the night (impressive, because normally the cranium is used mostly for holding hair in place and 'eadbutting): "the quickest way to get out of the ghetto is to stop acting like you're in the ghetto..."
Must've worked, 'cause he shut up and left. *giggle*
Rest of the night was pretty quiet--I apparently attract police when I'm at work, 'cause they always seem to show up for 'minor' reasons (or they sensed that I had donuts), and then everyone behaves.
And then I met The Kurgan.
The Kurgan, after having his head lopped of by an angry immortal Scotsman, decided to start again by dying his hair blonde and becoming a Michigan State Trooper.
I mean, I almost always have to look up at least slightly to talk to people, but I hurt my neck looking up at this guy. No lie, this dude was fuggin' HUGE. But really nice, so that was cool. 'Cause I don't think any of my little sharp pointies (hey, I can't carry any swords at work, k?) would've sawed through his neck before he could twist my head off...big guy....
All in all, an interesting night at work; managed to avoid getting called in today, tho. Not for lack of trying on their part, but c'mon, guys, it's my only day off....
Oops, sirens outside. Hey, there's only one donut left, guys, and it's MINE; bugger off!!!
Heard, once again, "you enjoy your job too much," and "you're not very nice," which made me chuckle. Dearie, I get paid to be "not nice," so yes, I do enjoy my job. >:)
Same kid then went on to say that I should just leave them alone, and let them do what they wanted, so they could move on, and "get out of the ghetto."
Mm-hmm. Suburban ghetto, puh-lease...
Thass when Pohki came up with her one-liner for the night (impressive, because normally the cranium is used mostly for holding hair in place and 'eadbutting): "the quickest way to get out of the ghetto is to stop acting like you're in the ghetto..."
Must've worked, 'cause he shut up and left. *giggle*
Rest of the night was pretty quiet--I apparently attract police when I'm at work, 'cause they always seem to show up for 'minor' reasons (or they sensed that I had donuts), and then everyone behaves.
And then I met The Kurgan.
The Kurgan, after having his head lopped of by an angry immortal Scotsman, decided to start again by dying his hair blonde and becoming a Michigan State Trooper.
I mean, I almost always have to look up at least slightly to talk to people, but I hurt my neck looking up at this guy. No lie, this dude was fuggin' HUGE. But really nice, so that was cool. 'Cause I don't think any of my little sharp pointies (hey, I can't carry any swords at work, k?) would've sawed through his neck before he could twist my head off...big guy....
All in all, an interesting night at work; managed to avoid getting called in today, tho. Not for lack of trying on their part, but c'mon, guys, it's my only day off....
Oops, sirens outside. Hey, there's only one donut left, guys, and it's MINE; bugger off!!!