yay, work
man. this dude came in the cafe last nite. he was having a pretty difficult time ordering something that wasn't chocolate, so i tried to make a few helpful suggestions to expedite the process..so he ended up with a hazelnut latte and a peanut butter cookie. twenty minutes later, he came back up to the counter and decided that it'd be good fun to ask me a barrage of lame questions related to my job performance as an exercise to see if i was deserving of a tip. of course, i didn't know this until after i'd already answered him. apparently, if i hadn't been so honest... i woulda lost that dollar.
fuckin crucial!
it actually kinda pissed me off a little and i can't really explain why. i guess maybe it was because he made such a huge deal over whether or not i deserved a dollar. and when he whipped it out and crinkled it a little, right in my face, before he put it in the tip jar..ughhh. even tho he'd decided i wasn't a total corporate whore, still. it was one of those moments that seemed like i shoulda asked him to shove it down my g-string or something anyway. it was just really awkward..
fuckin crucial!
it actually kinda pissed me off a little and i can't really explain why. i guess maybe it was because he made such a huge deal over whether or not i deserved a dollar. and when he whipped it out and crinkled it a little, right in my face, before he put it in the tip jar..ughhh. even tho he'd decided i wasn't a total corporate whore, still. it was one of those moments that seemed like i shoulda asked him to shove it down my g-string or something anyway. it was just really awkward..