the sequel
Jul. 4th, 2001 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I'm sitting here listening to dave lyons reading the last entry... across the hall, in his newly cleaned room... insane, isn't it? I mentioned last night that I'd mentioned him so he said he wanted to know what was said... ah, now he's dropping things in the bathroom and yelling british curse words. (excellent quote from earlier: Dave: "dw is a wanker." Glen (RFC fencer): "Do you know what that means?!" dave: "Yes, but most people don't so I can use it with impunity.")
another rewarding day in corporate america... a five-hour shift on the fourth of july at Kwikfill. With many asshole customers making my day yet more special. Look, it's not worth my job to make you fleetingly happy, people!! I don't care what your problem is, if I have to violate policy to give you what you want, or take an action I am not authorized to take, it is not going to happen!! I'm not going to get fired just so you can be pleased and have your way on one little petty issue. So have a nice day and shop at Mobil. Three people asking to speak to my manager. One half-shift. INSANE!!! I sold DW gatorade; he was bitching about his roommates, and Christine (asst. manager) told him from under the counter (she was counting money in the safe) that he should just wait until he was a father... living with boys is excellent training for that, because men are children, was her verdict. DW moves in in about a month, so then he can bitch about us to convenience store clerks. Hee.
Well. I'm off to Wegman's to get something to eat for the 4th of July. Whee. Looks like me and Lyons will be sitting around not doing a whole lot... maybe fencers will stop by. DW will probably pop in, as he is prone to doing (unless you have some reason to want him to be there, or are expecting him; then he won't show up. But if you're not really expecting him or had planned to go to bed early or something, then he'll show up and distract you for hours. Such is the Wei of things.) But otherwise, it's me and Dave, probably discussing something arcane, obscure, and worthless, in great detail, for an inordinate length of time. As ever. My idea of "fun" is so skewed by now...
but anyhow. Happy fourth to everybody... Yes, I post to this a lot now. Just wait till the novelty wears off. Maybe I'll stick with it. But I've never had a journal in my life, that I've stuck to. So we'll see.
Remember, Jefferson is the reason for the season... and some other dead white guys... funnily enough, being a cashier makes me remember my american history. I mentioned how funny-looking Alexander Hamilton was to some random customer, and the guy laughed and commented on how he'd gone and got himself shot. Wow, he hadn't looked like a history buff... the American Public as represented by my clientele keeps alternately dazzling me with their intelligence and dumbfounding me with their idiocy. What a job. I'm going to make a documentary film on this job, i swear. I just heard another co-worker's story... so far, out of the seven of us, three were college dropouts, then I am still in college, and one just got her GED. I dunno about the other two. These are not dumb people. These are not some mythical underclass. These are intelligent people who never had a fuckin' chance.
crazy.
well, off to wegman's.
another rewarding day in corporate america... a five-hour shift on the fourth of july at Kwikfill. With many asshole customers making my day yet more special. Look, it's not worth my job to make you fleetingly happy, people!! I don't care what your problem is, if I have to violate policy to give you what you want, or take an action I am not authorized to take, it is not going to happen!! I'm not going to get fired just so you can be pleased and have your way on one little petty issue. So have a nice day and shop at Mobil. Three people asking to speak to my manager. One half-shift. INSANE!!! I sold DW gatorade; he was bitching about his roommates, and Christine (asst. manager) told him from under the counter (she was counting money in the safe) that he should just wait until he was a father... living with boys is excellent training for that, because men are children, was her verdict. DW moves in in about a month, so then he can bitch about us to convenience store clerks. Hee.
Well. I'm off to Wegman's to get something to eat for the 4th of July. Whee. Looks like me and Lyons will be sitting around not doing a whole lot... maybe fencers will stop by. DW will probably pop in, as he is prone to doing (unless you have some reason to want him to be there, or are expecting him; then he won't show up. But if you're not really expecting him or had planned to go to bed early or something, then he'll show up and distract you for hours. Such is the Wei of things.) But otherwise, it's me and Dave, probably discussing something arcane, obscure, and worthless, in great detail, for an inordinate length of time. As ever. My idea of "fun" is so skewed by now...
but anyhow. Happy fourth to everybody... Yes, I post to this a lot now. Just wait till the novelty wears off. Maybe I'll stick with it. But I've never had a journal in my life, that I've stuck to. So we'll see.
Remember, Jefferson is the reason for the season... and some other dead white guys... funnily enough, being a cashier makes me remember my american history. I mentioned how funny-looking Alexander Hamilton was to some random customer, and the guy laughed and commented on how he'd gone and got himself shot. Wow, he hadn't looked like a history buff... the American Public as represented by my clientele keeps alternately dazzling me with their intelligence and dumbfounding me with their idiocy. What a job. I'm going to make a documentary film on this job, i swear. I just heard another co-worker's story... so far, out of the seven of us, three were college dropouts, then I am still in college, and one just got her GED. I dunno about the other two. These are not dumb people. These are not some mythical underclass. These are intelligent people who never had a fuckin' chance.
crazy.
well, off to wegman's.
