Why are all the little things getting to me so much? I had to fight back tears today after some schmuck was sarcastic to me because, I guess, I wasn't pleasant enough while selling him a bottle of Coke. I don't feel I did anything wrong. I said please and thank you and gave him correct change. I figure he got offended because I didn't smile. Don't worry guy, I'll try not to have too much fun behind that counter. Just for you.
I heard something yesterday that has me a little concerned. I shouldn't even mention it, because I won't tell you what it is, at least until Sunday. I don't want to spread any unnecessary rumours and get people (other than me) worrying.
Welcome to Halifax. I hope you enjoy "playing poverty" as much as I do. It sure is fun. I might even say it's adventurous.
Last year my dear friend (computer) had just recovered from a nasty sickness.
I heard something yesterday that has me a little concerned. I shouldn't even mention it, because I won't tell you what it is, at least until Sunday. I don't want to spread any unnecessary rumours and get people (other than me) worrying.
Welcome to Halifax. I hope you enjoy "playing poverty" as much as I do. It sure is fun. I might even say it's adventurous.
Last year my dear friend (computer) had just recovered from a nasty sickness.
posted by crystal at
9:41 pm
2 Comments:
its all about not fighting back the tears. its letting them flow and playing the shit part and making the asshole customer feel really bad for making a girl cry. even if you are faking it.
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nicole, at 10/1/06 1:38 pm
Good point, and thanks. However, I'm talking about little things. He wasn't really an ass. I've been meaning to explain what happened instead of just angrily calling him names, so here goes:
It's been pretty slow lately, so I was reading a newspaper at the end of the counter. I saw him approach the counter and moved over to serve him. I dind't look up right away, I was finishing a headline. As I look over, he lifts the bottle of pop and tilts its towards me to show me what he was buying. Innocent enough, but I flinched a little. The pop bottle was in my personal space and freaked me out. I nodded, rang it in, and said "a dollar eighty-nine, please." He looked at me weird, gave me money, I gave him his cahnge and said "thank you." He starts to leave, turns back and sarcastically says "TRY not to have TOO much fun back there." At that point, I didn't realize I had done something wrong or weird, and I didn't know why he was saying that. So I furrowed my brow, to show I was confused, and said "uh, oh-kaayy." And he left.
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crystal, at 12/1/06 7:09 pm
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