I'm pretty sure I showed my nemesis what's what on Official Nemesis Day. My work there is done.
I think my fish is dying.
There's a gas station at the end of my road, the only 24 hour one for a couple blocks. It's in the middle of the "ghetto". Come 2:30, you get a lot of...interesting people there. It's been robbed so many times that most of the time there's a squad car parked out front, just to keep an eye on things. So needless to say, the people that work there are rather jaded. Their "Have a nice night" is rather forced. Their smiles are non existant. I am used to it. I've stumbled in there enough nights to get a frozen macaroni dinner, sprite, and a bottle of aspirin to know that these people are rather disillusioned with their jobs.
Anyway, this past weekend was rather trying. People were crabby. A girl that works the floor got spit on by a little boy, and slapped. I got slapped by the same man. Just on the arm, but hard, the bastard. People were downright rude, throwing tantrums over the fact that we don't accept credit cards, that we don't carry jagermiester, and or that 14 inches is the largest pizza we have.
So I get done with work late, makeup gone, hair a mess, pissy all around. I go up to the counter to pay for my philly hotpockets and decide "hey..just cuz everyone was an ass to me, I'm not gonna pass it on". So I handed over my money with a smile, said "have a great night!" before he could beat me to it. The man looked at me in astonishment, a smile spreading across his face and said "Hey...you too!"
And he meant it.
That sort of made my night.
I think my fish is dying.
There's a gas station at the end of my road, the only 24 hour one for a couple blocks. It's in the middle of the "ghetto". Come 2:30, you get a lot of...interesting people there. It's been robbed so many times that most of the time there's a squad car parked out front, just to keep an eye on things. So needless to say, the people that work there are rather jaded. Their "Have a nice night" is rather forced. Their smiles are non existant. I am used to it. I've stumbled in there enough nights to get a frozen macaroni dinner, sprite, and a bottle of aspirin to know that these people are rather disillusioned with their jobs.
Anyway, this past weekend was rather trying. People were crabby. A girl that works the floor got spit on by a little boy, and slapped. I got slapped by the same man. Just on the arm, but hard, the bastard. People were downright rude, throwing tantrums over the fact that we don't accept credit cards, that we don't carry jagermiester, and or that 14 inches is the largest pizza we have.
So I get done with work late, makeup gone, hair a mess, pissy all around. I go up to the counter to pay for my philly hotpockets and decide "hey..just cuz everyone was an ass to me, I'm not gonna pass it on". So I handed over my money with a smile, said "have a great night!" before he could beat me to it. The man looked at me in astonishment, a smile spreading across his face and said "Hey...you too!"
And he meant it.
That sort of made my night.
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