Surly customers but kickass ink equals me just about breaking even!
2003-11-30 | 9:05 p.m.

This wretched, awful customer made me cry at work today. Dreadful woman. Everything I did, she criticized, and I'm a fucking grocery store cashier, so it's not like anything I did was that fucking epic! Geez. And on the LORD'S day! She looked like she just came from fucking church, too. "All the other girls do it this way-" "Are you new or something?-" "What is wrong with you? You're not very good at this."

Never in my 2 years at that job has somebody told me that I sucked that badly! In fact, I'm really good at my shitty, boring job! Fuck you 6 ways to Saturday, wench. I'm so angry. I wrote a poem about it and it's soooo funny. I can't wait to read it to Marissa tomorrow, as she was working with me today and watched the whole thing go down. She looked like she wanted to jump in the whole time, that wonderful friend o' mine.

After that horrid bitch and her awful little demon spawn teenage son moved on and stopped torturing me, they went and complained to Judy, the head cashier. IMPORTANT NOTE: I gave that bitch no attitude whatsoever. Sure, I may seem outspoken at times on here and in real life, but I am never short with customers. I'm very rarely short with people, I hate confrontation, and I will never hurt people's feelings. I'm the ideal candidate for working with the public, as I do, because I'm patient and accomodating. This lady was looking for a fight to spruce up a boring Sunday and when I wouldn't give it to her, she thought she'd try to get me fired. It didn't work. My coworkers spent the rest of the day cracking jokes about that whore and telling me that they would have lost it on her for sure. The lady who hands out samples gave me a whole cup of coffee instead of just a dixie cup, and a handful of these fantastic praline chocolate chew things. Decadent.

The guy after the Worst Customer in the World was a sweetheart. He could see that I was trying so hard not to cry; this lady said some very insulting things about me right to my face and I had to try to ignore it. As I'm ringing him through he said, "Don't you hate people like that? If I were you I would have just told her to fuck off." He said it very quietly and dryly and it was very sweet and he made me laugh. Then I cried anyway because I'm about to crack from all the pressure coming at me from all sides now anyway.

Brenda gave my arm a reassuring squeeze and told me to take a break. On my way to the break room, I saw a frequent customer, who took one look at me and gave me a huge bear hug. I love you Mrs. A, you super-mom. When I got back from break, Marissa informed me that right after that brutal customer went and complained, the man behind her went to the desk and said, "Don't listen to that woman, she was such a bitch. That cashier is wonderful and helpful and kind and no one should be expected to put up with that kind of abuse."

Mister, if you ever come through my line again, you're getting free doughnuts or something. I love you very much you sweet, sweet soul.

In happier news, I got my word tattooed last night. It's "you" on the left side of my ribs in black Calisto font, size 30. Steve did a fantastic job and the 2 new guys at the shop, Jeremy and a guy that wears neat hats, were very entertaining. They kept cracking all these dumb jokes about how they're going to be like, "Hey YOU! It's YOU everybody! YOU is in our shop! haha"

I know, I know. I still laughed and laughed. They thought the location for it was really unique and badass, and they were impressed by my pain tolerance. My pain tolerance impressed me, too. It hurt less than my neck and again they used a single needle which is the worst kind. Seeing as I'm all bone in the rib area, yeah, I handled it so well, I'm proud :)

Okay, there's my update, how are you?

-S

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