i need to get back to tempe.
work on a christmas eve and i know people are supposed to be
happy and everything because they are with their families,
but talking to around 1000 people in 3 hours,
well,
it really bothers me. kind of like the adults on charlie brown. (wah-wah wah-wah wah-wah wah.)
today it wasn't quite 1000 people i talked to.
maybe it was hmmm about nine hundred-forty people. really.
i try to be happy when they drive through because they are happy and if i am mean or straight faced maybe that will just make them pissed off
and want to drive into a light display or punch the window out
then it will be cold.
some drive through and i say my usual, "HI! thank you, have a good night." as they hand me
the money. they give me dirty looks sometimes.
sometimes, i want to say, "listen bitches, I am the one working on
christmas eve in below zero temperatures while you are sitting on your
ass in that warm cadillac."
that is what i want to say.
but it is just the same thing.
"thank you have a good night."
sometimes i get a little crazy and say,
"thank you have a GREAT night."
i know, it's insane.
then there is the city here.
the one that speaks about the other.
all the time.
i wonder if cities talk about each other like the people residing in these cities do.
wayne is the one that gets picked on all the time because
it is the smallest.
oh no, this place hates me.
happy and everything because they are with their families,
but talking to around 1000 people in 3 hours,
well,
it really bothers me. kind of like the adults on charlie brown. (wah-wah wah-wah wah-wah wah.)
today it wasn't quite 1000 people i talked to.
maybe it was hmmm about nine hundred-forty people. really.
i try to be happy when they drive through because they are happy and if i am mean or straight faced maybe that will just make them pissed off
and want to drive into a light display or punch the window out
then it will be cold.
some drive through and i say my usual, "HI! thank you, have a good night." as they hand me
the money. they give me dirty looks sometimes.
sometimes, i want to say, "listen bitches, I am the one working on
christmas eve in below zero temperatures while you are sitting on your
ass in that warm cadillac."
that is what i want to say.
but it is just the same thing.
"thank you have a good night."
sometimes i get a little crazy and say,
"thank you have a GREAT night."
i know, it's insane.
then there is the city here.
the one that speaks about the other.
all the time.
i wonder if cities talk about each other like the people residing in these cities do.
wayne is the one that gets picked on all the time because
it is the smallest.
oh no, this place hates me.