Well, I had decided that this would be picture week here on pistolwhip, but it turns out I have a few things to get off my chest.
1) I'm FUCKING sick! Okay, not deathly sick, and I actually feel much better now than I had in the morning (but a little exhausted), but I'm still sick and it sucks. I always make fun of boys for being such fucking babies when they're sick, and now I wish I could lay around and sook. But I'm not supposed to feel like this. I almost NEVER get sick, I mean, really sick. Usually, after being exposed to someone with a cold or flu, I get a bit of a sore throat and stuffy nose for less than a day, and then I'm fine. So, when the man was ill Friday night, I didn't think anything of it. First of all, I didn't think he was as sick as he said. And second of all, I figured I'd fight it well. When he got over it only a day and a half later, and my sore throat hadn't developed into much, I figured I was in the clear. Well, I was wrong. And to top it off, the heat in my apartment (which has been working for a week or so) isn't working today and I'm CO-OLLD.
2) "Hi, how you doing?" Why the FUCK does everyone have to ask me that? In fact, my after work ranting at my friend's housewarming pot-luck made a friendly girl second-guess if she should continue asking that of clerks. In most cases it's okay. Not everyone is nearly as hateful as I can be. I actually enjoy when friends, acquaintances, and regular customers ask me because the chances are high that they really want to know. That is why I told some people today that I was sick, and by their responses, I could tell they were a little concerned. Really, I see many of my customers more often than I see any of my friends. BUT, can you imagine how irritating it is to have to answer that question every 5 seconds or so, especially when you aren't doing well?? Just tell me what you are buying and give me the amount I ask for so we can both get on with our days. And what's with those assholes that ask, but don't wait for the answer? And then, when I say to them "oh, good, thanks, and you?" they respond by ordering cigarettes. Really, you'd look like a normal person and not an asshole (or at least not as much of one) if you just walked up to the counter and ordered your smokes, skipping the pleasantries that you obviously don' care about. Oh, maybe you didn't know you might be wasting my time. After all, you are my only customer.
3) Don't fucking talk about winter yet. "I can tell it's winter, your door is closed." No, actually, you dumb scum-fuck, I don't know where you are from, but here in Canada, we have the pleasure of having FOUR seasons. Yet, for some reason, many many people insist on calling warm days "summer" and cold days "winter." Why am I bothered by this? Because I'm sick and cranky, and you just made me think of WINTER (my least favourite season), on SEPTEMBER 20, all the while undermining my favourite season; the beautiful one called autumn (or fall). It's nowhere fucking near winter yet.
4) What's the big fucking problem with Sunday shopping?? I can't even skim through the newspapers right now because those things those idiots say make me feel so enraged. I honestly don't know why I care about this issue (again, why is it an issue?) so fucking much. It's easy to say I'm bitter because I have NO CHOICE, but I cared even before I worked 6 days a week. I HAVE to grocery shop at the Sobey's (that's NOT in my neighbourhood) after work when I'm tired, or go to "specialty" places like the Great Ocean. Why do I HAVE to go to the Great Ocean when all these fuckwads fighting against Sunday shopping can go wherever they want, because they probably work 9 to 5 Monday through Friday. I wouldn't be so angry about this if the people against it had some valid, intelligent arguments. The one about spreading revenue usually made in 6 days over 7 is decent. I wouldn't want my favourite local business to go out of business because they felt they HAD to open 7 days a week, and it increased their costs more than their profits. They argument about a day of worship and prayer is BULLSHIT. Canada is a multicultural country. I don't fucking care if you want to pray on Sundays, take it up with your boss (you do have the constitutional right to freedom of religion), but don't fucking force me to sit around with my thumb up my ass on Sundays. Oh, and then there's the argument about retail workers having the right to a day of rest, blah, blah, blah. Well, if you ask me, that sounds like hidden religious dogma. "Day of rest," you know what kind of people through that term around all the time. Guess what, ya fucks?? They DO have a right to a day of rest, but who the fuck says it has to be Sunday? What about the people serving you breakfast every Sunday after church? What about the folks working at you favourite cafes, magazine stores, sushi restaurants, or even fast-food restaurants? Are you saying that all the people in the food service industry and many people in RETAIL, are lower than, and deserve less rights than the people working at the fucking grocery store? Oh, that's right, we ARE lower. And, because some of us work Sundays, I guess that means we don't have a day of rest, 'cause that's Sunday, and only Sunday, right?
Everyone, just fuck off (except the people I love, hopefully you know who you are).
1) I'm FUCKING sick! Okay, not deathly sick, and I actually feel much better now than I had in the morning (but a little exhausted), but I'm still sick and it sucks. I always make fun of boys for being such fucking babies when they're sick, and now I wish I could lay around and sook. But I'm not supposed to feel like this. I almost NEVER get sick, I mean, really sick. Usually, after being exposed to someone with a cold or flu, I get a bit of a sore throat and stuffy nose for less than a day, and then I'm fine. So, when the man was ill Friday night, I didn't think anything of it. First of all, I didn't think he was as sick as he said. And second of all, I figured I'd fight it well. When he got over it only a day and a half later, and my sore throat hadn't developed into much, I figured I was in the clear. Well, I was wrong. And to top it off, the heat in my apartment (which has been working for a week or so) isn't working today and I'm CO-OLLD.
2) "Hi, how you doing?" Why the FUCK does everyone have to ask me that? In fact, my after work ranting at my friend's housewarming pot-luck made a friendly girl second-guess if she should continue asking that of clerks. In most cases it's okay. Not everyone is nearly as hateful as I can be. I actually enjoy when friends, acquaintances, and regular customers ask me because the chances are high that they really want to know. That is why I told some people today that I was sick, and by their responses, I could tell they were a little concerned. Really, I see many of my customers more often than I see any of my friends. BUT, can you imagine how irritating it is to have to answer that question every 5 seconds or so, especially when you aren't doing well?? Just tell me what you are buying and give me the amount I ask for so we can both get on with our days. And what's with those assholes that ask, but don't wait for the answer? And then, when I say to them "oh, good, thanks, and you?" they respond by ordering cigarettes. Really, you'd look like a normal person and not an asshole (or at least not as much of one) if you just walked up to the counter and ordered your smokes, skipping the pleasantries that you obviously don' care about. Oh, maybe you didn't know you might be wasting my time. After all, you are my only customer.
3) Don't fucking talk about winter yet. "I can tell it's winter, your door is closed." No, actually, you dumb scum-fuck, I don't know where you are from, but here in Canada, we have the pleasure of having FOUR seasons. Yet, for some reason, many many people insist on calling warm days "summer" and cold days "winter." Why am I bothered by this? Because I'm sick and cranky, and you just made me think of WINTER (my least favourite season), on SEPTEMBER 20, all the while undermining my favourite season; the beautiful one called autumn (or fall). It's nowhere fucking near winter yet.
4) What's the big fucking problem with Sunday shopping?? I can't even skim through the newspapers right now because those things those idiots say make me feel so enraged. I honestly don't know why I care about this issue (again, why is it an issue?) so fucking much. It's easy to say I'm bitter because I have NO CHOICE, but I cared even before I worked 6 days a week. I HAVE to grocery shop at the Sobey's (that's NOT in my neighbourhood) after work when I'm tired, or go to "specialty" places like the Great Ocean. Why do I HAVE to go to the Great Ocean when all these fuckwads fighting against Sunday shopping can go wherever they want, because they probably work 9 to 5 Monday through Friday. I wouldn't be so angry about this if the people against it had some valid, intelligent arguments. The one about spreading revenue usually made in 6 days over 7 is decent. I wouldn't want my favourite local business to go out of business because they felt they HAD to open 7 days a week, and it increased their costs more than their profits. They argument about a day of worship and prayer is BULLSHIT. Canada is a multicultural country. I don't fucking care if you want to pray on Sundays, take it up with your boss (you do have the constitutional right to freedom of religion), but don't fucking force me to sit around with my thumb up my ass on Sundays. Oh, and then there's the argument about retail workers having the right to a day of rest, blah, blah, blah. Well, if you ask me, that sounds like hidden religious dogma. "Day of rest," you know what kind of people through that term around all the time. Guess what, ya fucks?? They DO have a right to a day of rest, but who the fuck says it has to be Sunday? What about the people serving you breakfast every Sunday after church? What about the folks working at you favourite cafes, magazine stores, sushi restaurants, or even fast-food restaurants? Are you saying that all the people in the food service industry and many people in RETAIL, are lower than, and deserve less rights than the people working at the fucking grocery store? Oh, that's right, we ARE lower. And, because some of us work Sundays, I guess that means we don't have a day of rest, 'cause that's Sunday, and only Sunday, right?
Everyone, just fuck off (except the people I love, hopefully you know who you are).
posted by crystal at
9:58 pm
2 Comments:
Hope you're feeling better.
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alfred, at 23/9/04 9:53 am
Yes, I'm feeling better physically and mentally. I feel bad about my "How are you" rant. The girl from the potluck came into the store yesterday and said "Hi,..." I laughed and said I was fine. How do I explain that it's only annoying when it's from a stranger who doesn't care??
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crystal, at 23/9/04 11:14 am
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