never eat the soup
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ghostgecko.
This is, quite seriously, the best I can do.
Went to fireworks yesterday in a city that I didn't know existed. Spent about 15 minutes just looking into people's faces and marveling at how many of them looked exactly the same and yet so different. Was yelled at by people I didn't know. Then I got bored, or overstimulated, or something, and stopped noticing anything at all.
Book recommendation: "Freakonomics." Will make you feel incredibly clever and incredibly dumb at the same time. Or maybe that's just me, because I'm lazy and my head feels like it is stuffed with cotton wool.
I have to go to work in about 10 minutes. I really, really don't want to. There's a new guy there who doesn't know how to do anything and keeps giving me the wrong trays and the manager blames me every time I wrap a sandwich that was supposed to be "for here." Also, apparently when I get stressed or unusually think-y, I start talking strangely. As such:
Me (cheerful, normal): "Hi!"
Customer: "What sizes y'all got?"
Me: "Large, medium, or small!" (practically shrieking with forced happy)
Customer: "Ah just wanna use the restroom."
Me (stressed, think-y): "Hellll-o."
Customer: "What sizes y'all got?"
Me: "Um, lll-arge, which is, uh, twelve in-ches...mediummmm, which is, um, six...nine, actually...smallll...which is six. Inches, I mean. Um...I think that's it."
Customer: "Anyone ever tell you ya kinda talk like the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons?"
Me: "WHATKINDOFSANDWICHWOULDYOULIKESIR."
Mom thinks I'm doing it on purpose to be annoying. Luckily, the managers never ever notice anything about their employees, and so I am safe as long as I stay in the back room washing dishes and sorting chips.
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I have no useful answers anymore. I'm sorry...
ghostgecko. This is, quite seriously, the best I can do.
Went to fireworks yesterday in a city that I didn't know existed. Spent about 15 minutes just looking into people's faces and marveling at how many of them looked exactly the same and yet so different. Was yelled at by people I didn't know. Then I got bored, or overstimulated, or something, and stopped noticing anything at all.
Book recommendation: "Freakonomics." Will make you feel incredibly clever and incredibly dumb at the same time. Or maybe that's just me, because I'm lazy and my head feels like it is stuffed with cotton wool.
I have to go to work in about 10 minutes. I really, really don't want to. There's a new guy there who doesn't know how to do anything and keeps giving me the wrong trays and the manager blames me every time I wrap a sandwich that was supposed to be "for here." Also, apparently when I get stressed or unusually think-y, I start talking strangely. As such:
Me (cheerful, normal): "Hi!"
Customer: "What sizes y'all got?"
Me: "Large, medium, or small!" (practically shrieking with forced happy)
Customer: "Ah just wanna use the restroom."
Me (stressed, think-y): "Hellll-o."
Customer: "What sizes y'all got?"
Me: "Um, lll-arge, which is, uh, twelve in-ches...mediummmm, which is, um, six...nine, actually...smallll...which is six. Inches, I mean. Um...I think that's it."
Customer: "Anyone ever tell you ya kinda talk like the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons?"
Me: "WHATKINDOFSANDWICHWOULDYOULIKESIR."
Mom thinks I'm doing it on purpose to be annoying. Luckily, the managers never ever notice anything about their employees, and so I am safe as long as I stay in the back room washing dishes and sorting chips.
*
I have no useful answers anymore. I'm sorry...