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So. (As I seem to like to start all my journal entries...)

So, work today was nuts. I nearly checked the lunar chart to see if it was still possibily full moon. No such coincidence since the full luna was last week. Everything was just sorta wierd.

First of all, it was 70 degrees yesterday, today it was 20. I was at my window FREEZING my ass off. My poor wee fingers. To make matters worse, I do the dishes too. So, not only am I cold, I'm wet to boot. And I just about reached out and smacked some lady today. How hard can it be to order a sandwhich?
"I'd like one plain with... everything, but no mayo, i want mustard on that too"

note. plain means plain. the word 'with' cancels out the word plain.
not to mention that everything cancels out plain, but even worse 'no mayo' cancels out the 'i want everything' and if you want everything, wouldn't mustard be included in the word 'everything'?

I had to get someone else to take her order because she changed what she said she wanted four times, and the sandwhich maker was bitching about having made four sandwhiches. And I was standing in front of a window when it 20 fucking degrees out and she's in her toasty car not giving a fuck.

Dude, chances are, you've been through Wendy's before. Get a fucking grip.

Then, Gail starts whining, Candace starts whining, " I want my break I am suffering from low nicotine wah wah wah." I'm not kidding when I say it was incessant. It reminded me of a two year old in a store that wants cookies and keeps asking for them, until they get put into the cart. I even went up to her and asked her to stop whining.

Then she gets her break first.
She comes back and says, "I'll be glad when he figures out how to manage this store"
And I respond with, "Yeah, me too. Because if he did, you would have gotten your break last."

She looked at me blankly.
Not to mention that she keeps whining about how she lives in the ghetto, how her man beats her, how she didn't know it was possible to mess up her life SO much by the time she was 18.. and I feel like I'm a pretty understanding person. I am sympathetic. I can listen. But I was just like annoyed to the point that I finally just told her flat out and with as little emotion as I could muster, 'you can look forward to the rest of your life being just as terrible as you believe it is now, unless you change your own life. I've given you several avenues that you can look in to. Frankly, I don't want to hear about how your man beats you anymore until you do something.'

So, then she was depressed all day. Until break. Then she was ok.

Then we had the popular radio station at work. WEBN. They were passing out bumper stickers and everything. They gave bumper stickers to all the crew. The only problem is that I can't stand WEBN. Even if it plays the hard rock I love. Why? Do you guys remember a few months ago when I was bitching about the radio stations and the sexist remarks that they were making on the radio? That's right. That station. So, where did I put my bumper sticker?

On my ass.

Sexist fuckers.

Then... we get a call, the area supervisors are on their way. Not one. But two.
And then it's a fucking ruckus to get everyone to clean everything up. (Not that it's dirty, it's just that they freak out if there's a french fry on the floor, and we just got done with rush.)

So, who does the Area Supervisor bring with them?

The fucking represenative from the Department of Labor.

WTF?

Can we get any wierder?

Wait. Forget that I asked that.

love

xxx

Posted by hawkie at November 13, 2003 05:42 PM