The job I was interviewing for has decided to "pursue other candidates" AND ( Read more... )

I will not know a moment's peace until I find a job.

This is me, walking around with a perpetual D: face.

My aprehension is perhaps unnecessary, because I've built a nest egg that I could live off of comfortably for at least six months, but I can't get over the blood-freezing fear that if money is not regularly being poured into my account it ( Read more... )

Fuck you with poisonous toads, English class. With poisonous toadsAt work, I am becoming worried that I'm still with the company only because the boss and the owners like ME, and not because it's what's best for the company. And then what happens when I become less endearing ( Read more... )

My internal organs have been put in their place, and the four day headache from hell is no more ( Read more... )

Work is tiresome. Customers are tiresome. Some are outright rude, but most are merely stupid in the sense that their IQ drops twenty points when they walk in the shop. I don't mind answering questions, but 90% of the questions are ones that the customer could figure out on their own by looking at the menu or one of the signs near the counter. You ( Read more... )

I'm not a member of deadmentalking, nor have I been watching it closely because it is SO BUSY that I can't even keep up. Still, the wank... the hilarious wank... oh, that bought about an hour of amusement. Congrats, Ook-bot! If you weren't sure whether or not you were a success before, this should be the clincher ( Read more... )

...of the idiots who patronize my particular Starbucks, but I feel it's worth mentioning considering how out of their way they went to BE idiots ( Read more... )

Work today left me even more exhausted than usual, a fact which I blame on the holidays. What is it about Christmas that turns everyone into a Starbucks fanatic? It can't be the weather. Sure, it gets cold at night, but during the day people are still walking around in t-shirts and shorts. It's not entirely Christmas shopping, either. Even now, ( Read more... )

Tomorrow (well, okay, today) at work we are having a "Cheer Party." This means that, among other things, we will be giving out free tall drinks. This in turn means that we will be painfully busy, and this, to me, does not sound cheerful. Furthermore, my boss selected me specifically to work this shift because he thinks I have a good personality. As ( Read more... )

The photo shoot went well! We'll see just HOW well in a week when I get the pictures back.

In other, suckier news, the plan for Labor Day weekend is eight hour shifts on Saturday, Sunday, AND Monday. That, my good sirs, is high-grade what-the-fuckery, not to mention a travishamockery!

I am a disappointed Z.