You know that feeling where you ponder things constantly because of reasons stemming from emotions? Well, let me tell you, it's pretty fucking stupid.
I am almost out of white and black clay. Deciding whether to venture out in public to Michael's for clay on sale, or order it off Ebay is more bothersome to me than it should be. SUCH COMPLICATIONS IN MY LIFE, UGH.
Work has been good. Some days, I really look forward to it. Others, not so much. I learned today also that a few co-workers have taken note of something I thought had been more subtle. I feel like less of an asshole because of it.
Sometimes I wish we had our own reality series at our store-- the shit we deal with on a day to day basis is honestly really fucking taxing on our patience and ability to retain our composure when people shriek at us over things like "half of a Splenda in my latte" and "I don't want it swirled, I want it stirred!"
How angry people become, to the point of throwing their 200 degree coffee at us. I've learned though that these people are probably miserable, despite the shit tons of money they have, to where they feel they need to be complete shits of humanity to a total stranger who is giving them what they chose to get every morning. This makes me smile, because that means I'm really not that miserable.
My favorite part is when they're really angry because they forgot to ask for something so we make it 'wrong', and there's a long line, and they're late for whatever, and they get flustered and don't know whether to ask us to remake it or not, so they just become really frustrated and wave us off like flies sucking their teeth and swearing at us under their breath-- that's when I say "HAVE A GREAT DAAAAAAAAY!!" in my super nice happy little girl voice. Infuriated, they storm off in a rush and the next few hours of their day will consist of nothing but irritability and projection on everything and everyone they deal with. Because they're stupid.
That's 70% observation and 30% assumption-- I've worked at our location long enough to confidently say that the latter is more than likely pretty damn close to home.
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Rotny's computer parts are being delivered next week. Putting a computer together to me is like the equivalent of two drunken, horny adults sitting next to each other at a bar about to succumb to the obnoxious sexual tension between them. It's pretty hot. I can't wait.
(Man, unlikely but if Rot and I ever break up, I'm not even kidding, a mandatory thing to even court me is the ability to put a computer together properly. Standards, yo.)
Also, Rift things.
(Reference: You can't not know.)
(For those not getting the reference: 80's song by Culture Club)
I don't laugh this hard outside my apartment.
Fucking yes.
Dear god, if I had the money, I'd cosplay a Drow to every single Con ever so fucking hard it's not even funny.