Hell: Still Other People
A declaration: Henceforth, I will not use "nerd," "geek," or "dork" in a derogatory way towards myself or loved ones. Or people in this little bloggy world. Since I consciously reject the MTV standards for judging a life, it would make sense to nix the self-flagellation for failing to meet those standards. If I want to spend Saturday night in pajama pants, handquilting and watching Arrested Development, well, God damn it, I think that's pretty awesome. And if you strongly disagree, I ask you this: why are you not drunk right now? (Hm, I may be assuming here. Better:) What are you doing reading a web log?
Don't worry though, I'm not going to dispense with the bumbling idiocy. Like, for example! Today I went to the food-place (the "cash-only" food place -- remember this, it might be relevant!) and got a delicious lunch made by the single surliest 20-yar-old in the English-speaking world. When it was my turn, she actually signified this by looking at me and saying, "you." Me what, bitch? Now, I have many problems relating to other people in day to day situations, but having worked in food service and generally aiming to not make the world a worse place, I try hard to treat servers with respect. I'm not sure what I could have done in the three-tenths of a second that she had to look at me and decide how to treat me, so I'm thinking maybe she has some kind of personality problem.
INCIDENTALLY, this is the same person who several weeks ago prompted me for more information by saying, "And?"
So (um, we're getting off-topic here, but I will get to the me making an ass out of myself in front of a (thankfully different) food-service worker soon, okay?)... So how do I handle this situation in the future? Do I:
A) Turn the other cheek, dealing with the angry, hate-filled food-service worker with enough grace that she does not do bad things to my food? (I can see everything that she does, but still, a wrap made with hate is not as good as a wrap made with love.)
B) Work really hard to ingratiate myself to her, because maybe she is angry and hate-filled from hours of dealing with princesses having stupid cell phone conversations while ordering intensely complicated foodstuffs and I can kind of relate to that?
C) Become a cell-phone princess with the intent of driving her over the edge, not stopping until she has become physically violent with me in such a public way that she is summarily fired in front of twenty of her royal peers?
Today my response tended first toward B and then ("And?") toward A. But if I have another morning at work like the one I had today, she'll be hauled off in handcuffs in less than a week. I suspect it will not take much.
So, anyway, the $5 that I got yesterday? And put in the pocket of my pants? Was still in the pocket of the pants I wore yesterday. Which were not the pants I wore today. And $2.65 does not a wrap buy. So I got to spend half my lunch break walking to and from the other lunch place, where the ATM lives, and where I could have gotten an identical lunch minus, probably, the surliness, and the $2 surcharge on the cash. See? Barely an adult, but not a dork.
Don't worry though, I'm not going to dispense with the bumbling idiocy. Like, for example! Today I went to the food-place (the "cash-only" food place -- remember this, it might be relevant!) and got a delicious lunch made by the single surliest 20-yar-old in the English-speaking world. When it was my turn, she actually signified this by looking at me and saying, "you." Me what, bitch? Now, I have many problems relating to other people in day to day situations, but having worked in food service and generally aiming to not make the world a worse place, I try hard to treat servers with respect. I'm not sure what I could have done in the three-tenths of a second that she had to look at me and decide how to treat me, so I'm thinking maybe she has some kind of personality problem.
INCIDENTALLY, this is the same person who several weeks ago prompted me for more information by saying, "And?"
So (um, we're getting off-topic here, but I will get to the me making an ass out of myself in front of a (thankfully different) food-service worker soon, okay?)... So how do I handle this situation in the future? Do I:
A) Turn the other cheek, dealing with the angry, hate-filled food-service worker with enough grace that she does not do bad things to my food? (I can see everything that she does, but still, a wrap made with hate is not as good as a wrap made with love.)
B) Work really hard to ingratiate myself to her, because maybe she is angry and hate-filled from hours of dealing with princesses having stupid cell phone conversations while ordering intensely complicated foodstuffs and I can kind of relate to that?
C) Become a cell-phone princess with the intent of driving her over the edge, not stopping until she has become physically violent with me in such a public way that she is summarily fired in front of twenty of her royal peers?
Today my response tended first toward B and then ("And?") toward A. But if I have another morning at work like the one I had today, she'll be hauled off in handcuffs in less than a week. I suspect it will not take much.
So, anyway, the $5 that I got yesterday? And put in the pocket of my pants? Was still in the pocket of the pants I wore yesterday. Which were not the pants I wore today. And $2.65 does not a wrap buy. So I got to spend half my lunch break walking to and from the other lunch place, where the ATM lives, and where I could have gotten an identical lunch minus, probably, the surliness, and the $2 surcharge on the cash. See? Barely an adult, but not a dork.
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