...I should really update more, yeah?
So, I got stuck at work an extra four hours today due to call-outs, but I generally like my job so I didn't mind that much. One of the few things I don't like about my job is Renee, the freshman cashier over at the school convenience store who clearly wants to be my friend but seems to have no clue how this "friend" thing works. She's an anime/scifi fan, like approximately 200% of the campus population. (I suggested that we start carrying Pocky in the bookstore... an order of the crap that was supposed to last 2 weeks lasted about 3 days. Damned weeaboos.) She wears her filthy, poorly made Edward Elric cosplay everywhere, along with her Transformers t-shirt and a pocket full of laser pointers (why?) that she enjoys shining in my eyes whenever I walk past. This is a tragic but sadly not uncommon case of chronic eighth grade disease.
But Renee is also a hick. A hoss-ridin', varmit-huntin' hick from the rural wilds of Frederick County - the same county where lawmakers recently voted to defund early childhood education programs because they think women should be homemakers. Yeah, let's just pretend that Maryland doesn't exist beyond a 20 mile radius of the Baltimore-Washington corridor. Sorry, nokoru, but you practically live in Delaware anyway.
So, anyway, this Renee wants to impress me. Hick style. So she bragged that she hadn't bathed in three days. I had been wondering what that funky smell was... I doubt she's ever washed that Edward costume. After my "wtf, are you brain damaged?" reaction, she decided to change her tactic. Knowing that I'm an animal lover with a grat love for cats... she told me how she and her sister like to intentionally run over barn cats that frequent a country road near her house, and how they use stray animals for target practice with their shotguns.
I was fucking pissed off, and even though the store was full of customers and my boss was standing right there, I let the little bitch have it. Felt good, man. People clapped. Sadly, I can't fire her for being stupid, but it's highly unlikely that she'll be asked to keep working there next semester. You don't piss off a bunch of cat people. *hiss*
But Renee is also a hick. A hoss-ridin', varmit-huntin' hick from the rural wilds of Frederick County - the same county where lawmakers recently voted to defund early childhood education programs because they think women should be homemakers. Yeah, let's just pretend that Maryland doesn't exist beyond a 20 mile radius of the Baltimore-Washington corridor. Sorry, nokoru, but you practically live in Delaware anyway.
So, anyway, this Renee wants to impress me. Hick style. So she bragged that she hadn't bathed in three days. I had been wondering what that funky smell was... I doubt she's ever washed that Edward costume. After my "wtf, are you brain damaged?" reaction, she decided to change her tactic. Knowing that I'm an animal lover with a grat love for cats... she told me how she and her sister like to intentionally run over barn cats that frequent a country road near her house, and how they use stray animals for target practice with their shotguns.
I was fucking pissed off, and even though the store was full of customers and my boss was standing right there, I let the little bitch have it. Felt good, man. People clapped. Sadly, I can't fire her for being stupid, but it's highly unlikely that she'll be asked to keep working there next semester. You don't piss off a bunch of cat people. *hiss*