is it wednesday already?! I swear to god I meant to post on sunday. junior year, you eat my free time [as does preparing for nanowrimo].
anyway, life seems to be going pretty well. at mass last friday, it rained like hell. turns out we actually had to walk across the street for mass, and not just up the stairs to our badly lit gym. that went all right[ish]. it would have gone perfectly except that the communion hymn was the prayer of st. francis set to music. and the poor middle school child they had chosen to sing it... really could not sing, to say the least. the only logical explanation that I can think of as to why they chose him was that he had some kind of terminal illness and it was his lifelong dream to sing the prayer of st. francis to a large group of jaded high school girls. even the teachers were trying not to laugh.
emma is sure as hell ahead on the Missing Days Of School counter. I haven't seen her face for at least a week now. shane, on the other hand, has come in every.. single.. day. and is loudly making her presence known.
mary is acting more rrpofy and windup-doll-y than usual. meanwhile, britney has given up on trying to ingratiate herself into the gay table. I knew it wouldn't last long.
finally, everyone's favorite ava is on an every-other-day cycle of being mad at yours truly. and expecting me to know exactly why without her ever looking at me, much less talking. oh, and then she's always fine the next morning. I LOVE BITCHY DRAMAAAAAA.
psats are coming up! yaaaaay! the english department is all happy about this. the math department is doing nothing, as usual. "god love you on the math section," our lit teacher said today. it is quite true.
I quit my grocery store job. I have never been happier, not even when I went to see pearl jam. well, maybe pearl jam beats being free of drudgery. at least I have my library job.
today mrs. theology told us not to swear in the hallway or anyone who happened to be around her was getting a detention. somehow I think this was directed at me. and yet she still has no clue who I am.
we have another weird church service on friday. no idea what the hell their reasoning is this time. hopefully I can remember to update my sad lonely blog.
oooh, and speaking of my sad lonely blog--we had an assembly on how facebook is bad and cyberbullying is bad and myspace is bad and taking pictures of yourself is bad [child pronography, kids] and basically the internet is for shit! I love my school.
Showing posts with label at my job. Show all posts
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21.8.10
bigmouth strikes again
well. ava has heard "everything counts". fantastic. her words on it:
there you have it. it's different. a short list of things she has said are "different": sleater-kinney, social distortion, silverchair. [sorry about all the ss. they were the best examples I could think of.] so basically when the singer's voice isn't PERFECT by her standards it goes into the "different" category and is shunned and shamed in the future. and by her standards, perfect means sweet and/or auto-tuned [for a girl] or HGRRRRR-y like nirvana [for a guy]. I don't know why we even fucking try anymore.
okay. I just needed to rant there. one of my family friends once told me "mode people are very serious about their mode". she is correct. [though, unlike others, I do think calling them day-pesh commode is pretty funny.] I actually have to call said family friend soon so I'll make this next bit as short as possible.
at my job today someone bought three bags of leafy green shit and ten entire frozen chickens. when he got to the end of the register he looked at me and said "don't ask". right, um, wasn't planning on it.
that god-awful "fireflies" song came on today and I could perfectly hear it. I would have been really mad at my misfortune had a lady not told me about ten seconds later that the toilet paper I was holding could "get laid right there". then I had to try not to laugh. people are great.
it's different
i can understand why you guys think it's mind-blowing
but it doesn't go under my "OMFG!!! HEADKILLING SPAZZ!!!" category
there you have it. it's different. a short list of things she has said are "different": sleater-kinney, social distortion, silverchair. [sorry about all the ss. they were the best examples I could think of.] so basically when the singer's voice isn't PERFECT by her standards it goes into the "different" category and is shunned and shamed in the future. and by her standards, perfect means sweet and/or auto-tuned [for a girl] or HGRRRRR-y like nirvana [for a guy]. I don't know why we even fucking try anymore.
okay. I just needed to rant there. one of my family friends once told me "mode people are very serious about their mode". she is correct. [though, unlike others, I do think calling them day-pesh commode is pretty funny.] I actually have to call said family friend soon so I'll make this next bit as short as possible.
at my job today someone bought three bags of leafy green shit and ten entire frozen chickens. when he got to the end of the register he looked at me and said "don't ask". right, um, wasn't planning on it.
that god-awful "fireflies" song came on today and I could perfectly hear it. I would have been really mad at my misfortune had a lady not told me about ten seconds later that the toilet paper I was holding could "get laid right there". then I had to try not to laugh. people are great.
14.8.10
the customer is NOT always right
a list of the top 10 types of people [or just people] I hate the most at my job. this also features the particular hell that went on last week, which is at #1. not to say there aren't some really nice people [I have a particular bond with dudes in ac/dc shirts and crazy cat ladies, it would seem], but overall, most of the people suck.
10. people who ignore me when I try to talk to them - do you want this in plastic? um... excuse me... EXCUSE ME MR. EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME??? DO YOU WANT THIS IN PLASTIC OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL YOU
9. my boss - oh god this guy. today he told me not to cross my legs. at least I think that's what he was saying. he doesn't speak english very well. in his words, it was "stand straight, remember, don't close your legs." right, I won't close my legs.
8. people who set their screaming children right next to me - this right here is why I hate kids.
7. people using food stamps who have really fancy phones and manicures - do I have to?
6. people who buy enough food to feed the russian army and then look at me like it's my fault I can't bag at the speed of light - oh, I'm sure you have somewhere to be. shouldn't have counted on the grocery store being a fast job, hmm? it never is. so stop looking at me like that or I'll put these cans on top of the bread.
5. people who complain about their bags being too heavy - okay, look, if I can lift it with one hand it's not fucking heavy. I have no muscles whatsoever so stfu.
4. people who want their shit in paper bags INSIDE plastic bags - HUMANITY IS DE-EVOLVING BECAUSE OF YOU.
3. people who buy large quantities of meat - please just stop. especially when it's bloody or shredded. raw meat in general makes me want to throw up, but DO YOU HAVE TO PUT SO MUCH OF IT TOGETHER? it's not even any particular types of meat, except for...:
2. people who buy semi-boneless legs of lamb - do you even know how hard it is to hold a semi-boneless leg of lamb and not think "well I'm holding a severed limb of a dead baby sheep"? also, "semi-boneless" does not protect from the sickening crack that is bone meeting metal if you accidentally drop it. gaaah.
1. the bitchface - I see this woman every week, usually one register over from me. she. must. die. she is like the solo embodiment of the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find. she only came to my register once, and I made the mistake of biting a hangnail. she freaked out and demanded I didn't touch anything else, then yelled at the manager when he came over. and then proceeded to leave without paying for anything. so we had to clean up a whole register full of shit. this is the kind of person who champions pta meetings and fears rock & roll because it makes kids into school shooters. she must die.
10. people who ignore me when I try to talk to them - do you want this in plastic? um... excuse me... EXCUSE ME MR. EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME??? DO YOU WANT THIS IN PLASTIC OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL YOU
9. my boss - oh god this guy. today he told me not to cross my legs. at least I think that's what he was saying. he doesn't speak english very well. in his words, it was "stand straight, remember, don't close your legs." right, I won't close my legs.
8. people who set their screaming children right next to me - this right here is why I hate kids.
7. people using food stamps who have really fancy phones and manicures - do I have to?
6. people who buy enough food to feed the russian army and then look at me like it's my fault I can't bag at the speed of light - oh, I'm sure you have somewhere to be. shouldn't have counted on the grocery store being a fast job, hmm? it never is. so stop looking at me like that or I'll put these cans on top of the bread.
5. people who complain about their bags being too heavy - okay, look, if I can lift it with one hand it's not fucking heavy. I have no muscles whatsoever so stfu.
4. people who want their shit in paper bags INSIDE plastic bags - HUMANITY IS DE-EVOLVING BECAUSE OF YOU.
3. people who buy large quantities of meat - please just stop. especially when it's bloody or shredded. raw meat in general makes me want to throw up, but DO YOU HAVE TO PUT SO MUCH OF IT TOGETHER? it's not even any particular types of meat, except for...:
2. people who buy semi-boneless legs of lamb - do you even know how hard it is to hold a semi-boneless leg of lamb and not think "well I'm holding a severed limb of a dead baby sheep"? also, "semi-boneless" does not protect from the sickening crack that is bone meeting metal if you accidentally drop it. gaaah.
1. the bitchface - I see this woman every week, usually one register over from me. she. must. die. she is like the solo embodiment of the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find. she only came to my register once, and I made the mistake of biting a hangnail. she freaked out and demanded I didn't touch anything else, then yelled at the manager when he came over. and then proceeded to leave without paying for anything. so we had to clean up a whole register full of shit. this is the kind of person who champions pta meetings and fears rock & roll because it makes kids into school shooters. she must die.
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