Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Thursday, April 12, 2007
 
First, I'm sure you all want to know: I got Xbox 360. I also got Virtua Tennis 3. I love it. Unfortunately, I cannot get addicted to it because of work. Work is really cutting into my personal time. Work is beginning to really suck the life out of me. Let's just say I am madly out of love with work. I hate that feeling.

I wonder if people realize that making conversation for the sake of making conversation is just plain ole stupid. If I offer you something for free, either take it and say thanks OR refuse it and say thanks. It's that easy. I need no other explanation. I don't need to hear that you just ate. I don't need to hear that you can't carry another item. I really don't care beyond yes or no. And once you say no, I basically have moved on.

People, it's a sample. It's free. I don't lose money. Nor do you. So shut up after you say no. I don't care if you are lactose intolerant. I don't care if you are vegetarian. I don't care if you don't eat sugar. I don't. It must suck to be you. But then again, I don't care. Plus for someone who avoids all these foods, you really do look unhealthy. One would say fucked up. That is, if they cared.

People are mean. They are assholes. They want everything for free. They don't want to work for it. They think they matter. Listen up: you don't. Go home. Look in the mirror. Try to like yourself. If you don't, remember that it isn't my fault. Fix it. Don't complain to me. I can't fix you. Nor do I care to. If your life is not working for you, do something about it. Trust me, tragedy has been done. Someone named Shakespeare did it best. And your version, not so good. To borrow a word: tragic.

That's all. Later.
 
Comments:
Bad day at the office dear?
 
Yeah this was about the time I decided I couldn't work a customer service job anymore... And I did mine from behind bullet-proof glass!
 
Bad day at the office, indeed. Maybe bullet-proof glass would help.
 
omg. I think the worst are old people.
 
THANK GOD I don't have to do Demofest anymore! "What's this?" "Don't you have anything less sweet?" "Can I try just the cracker without the peanut butter?" "Can I try just the cracker without the chutney?" "Can I try the cracker with the peanut butter but not the chutney?"

Apparently New Yorkers aren't familiar with the phrase "beggars can't be choosers."

I'm taking my boyfriend out to dinner now. He's happy with anything I do for him.
 
Try working in medicine, where you have to ask open-ended questions like, "what brings you here today?" (most common answer: "my car"). Even worse: "how long has this been going on?" (no, I don't want to hear that it was some time after your sister's birthday party...and all the morbid details of said party) or "have you had a fever?" (you'd think this was yes or no, but it's not). I'd love to hear your reaction...heehee!
 
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