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Mar. 11th, 2008 01:16 amI just chose the most obnoxious LJ layout ever.
But I am pretty proud of my page title.
Because I am tired and lame.
Work sucks, ya'll. It is like.. Blech. It's not hard, it's just like.. Constantly dealing with things I don't want to deal with in such a false and ridiculous way. Like.. Today there were three kids running around the smaller of the two stores, throwing shoes in the floor and knocking down displays and I was just like.. Completely ignoring them because I mean.. What am I supposed to say? Other than like, "Hey.. You might wanna put a leash on Wee Dameon over there, or I will rain sulfur down on this bitch." I ignore it, because in 20 minutes, those kids will be out of my life forever. And I tell their parents how adorable they are and I talk to them like little adults and I make up anecdotes about my family and blah blah blabh...
And they are like, "OMG! You have the patience of a saint! You are so good at this!"
And yeah, I mean, thanks. But is customer service really all I'm good for.
Obviously not, but it feels like it, sometimes. Like I am some sort of ridiculous mechanical drone.
Also, these letters are super tiny for some reason.
I think it's because I'm tired and I can't read as well when I'm tired.
Anyway..
XO
But I am pretty proud of my page title.
Because I am tired and lame.
Work sucks, ya'll. It is like.. Blech. It's not hard, it's just like.. Constantly dealing with things I don't want to deal with in such a false and ridiculous way. Like.. Today there were three kids running around the smaller of the two stores, throwing shoes in the floor and knocking down displays and I was just like.. Completely ignoring them because I mean.. What am I supposed to say? Other than like, "Hey.. You might wanna put a leash on Wee Dameon over there, or I will rain sulfur down on this bitch." I ignore it, because in 20 minutes, those kids will be out of my life forever. And I tell their parents how adorable they are and I talk to them like little adults and I make up anecdotes about my family and blah blah blabh...
And they are like, "OMG! You have the patience of a saint! You are so good at this!"
And yeah, I mean, thanks. But is customer service really all I'm good for.
Obviously not, but it feels like it, sometimes. Like I am some sort of ridiculous mechanical drone.
Also, these letters are super tiny for some reason.
I think it's because I'm tired and I can't read as well when I'm tired.
Anyway..
XO