Sometimes, there are times when I generally don't like people. Today happened to be one of them.
So anyway, I've been mostly working register, and so a guy had a kids chicken quesadilla ordered. And in retrieving it I accidentally dropped a fourth on the ground. So I said I was sorry and I would remake it and he could just have the extra pieces free, and then I asked John or the other spanish guy working there if they could put another on. And so they made a half-kids quesadilla, but forgot to put chicken on it. So we opened it up and put an extremely generous amount of chicken on it, and I was about to give it to the guy, and he was like, yeah, remake that one too. And I thought he was joking at first, because he said it kind of jokingly, and then after he said it a few more times I kind of realized he wasn't. And I said I was sorry (again) and remade it again (this time correctly). He said it was okay. LIAR! IF IT WAS OKAY YOU WOULD'VE JUST TAKEN IT! For goodness sake, I was already giving him at least 5/4 of a kid's quesadilla, but I guess some people are just inherently ginormous extridiculous evil wheelchair ninja jerkfaceskilletpantsbags. Sigh...I suppose I should get over it. I guess I just want to have the "last woof."
Anyway, Mom originally coined the term "last woof" as a metaphor for arguing in which the people were two dogs barking and the one "dog" wanted to get in the last woof. So whenever in an argument that was carrying on she would just say "woof" and stop responding with anything but that. This was an ingenious retort, as it was in actuality getting the "last woof" per say, and if the person arguing against the woof pointed this out, all you had to do was woof again and put them in a lose-lose situation. For that reason I really don't like arguing with Mom. I actually don't consider the majority of my "arguments" with Mom "arguments" because I'm just merely pointing out how I percieve things, and for some reason she sees this as antagonistic to how she percieves things, which causes the pseudo-tension, notwithstanding that our points of view could coexist completely fine.
On a happier note, apparently I only get $7.00 for dinner, but Darleen said my side of Queso was free. I love Darleen, she's too nice. I wish I could've been that nice today.
Anyway, the rest of the week's schedule is:
Wed 4-10
Thurs 5-10
Sat 5-10 (maybe 4-10)
Sun 11-5 (grrrrrrrrr....)
Dunno what I'll do about the weekend, seems like Church won't fit at all...and Marianne's supposed to call me back sometime tonight.
Anyway, Mom originally coined the term "last woof" as a metaphor for arguing in which the people were two dogs barking and the one "dog" wanted to get in the last woof. So whenever in an argument that was carrying on she would just say "woof" and stop responding with anything but that. This was an ingenious retort, as it was in actuality getting the "last woof" per say, and if the person arguing against the woof pointed this out, all you had to do was woof again and put them in a lose-lose situation. For that reason I really don't like arguing with Mom. I actually don't consider the majority of my "arguments" with Mom "arguments" because I'm just merely pointing out how I percieve things, and for some reason she sees this as antagonistic to how she percieves things, which causes the pseudo-tension, notwithstanding that our points of view could coexist completely fine.
On a happier note, apparently I only get $7.00 for dinner, but Darleen said my side of Queso was free. I love Darleen, she's too nice. I wish I could've been that nice today.
Anyway, the rest of the week's schedule is:
Wed 4-10
Thurs 5-10
Sat 5-10 (maybe 4-10)
Sun 11-5 (grrrrrrrrr....)
Dunno what I'll do about the weekend, seems like Church won't fit at all...and Marianne's supposed to call me back sometime tonight.