I haven't posted a good long rant in a while, but I was inspired tonight at work.
To the woman who comes in every night and orders a sub with everything on the side:
What the fuck is the matter with you? Why do you even come into the store? Let me run through a list of what this woman does when she comes in.
1) orders a footlong ham sandwich on a white bun, simple enough.
2) asks for the cheese on the side.
Let me take a minute to just express how much of an odd fucking request that is. It happens about as often as Garfield makes me laugh.
3) Asks for every god damned vegetable on the side. That's like 17 things, each requiring it's own styrofoam bowl that is not only a terrible thing to do to the environment, but more importantly, it's a goddamn hassle and it's annoying as shit.
4) She then asks for every sauce on the side, in little plastic containers.
Why the fuck is she even eating out? That sub costs her nearly ten dollars. For ten dollars she could have just fucking bought a loaf of bread, some vegetables and some ham and had fucking ham sandwiches for a week. And it's not like she's paying for the convenience of us making the food for her seeing as technically we fucking don't. She just causes a hassle and then goes home and makes her own damn sandwich. This annoys me to no end.
Then, when this woman is done being an annoying asshole, and smirking that asshole smirk all the while, she goes up to the till to pay. When I ring her through, she complains about the price of the sub , so I stab her in the neck with a fucking pencil and pour ranch dressing down the wound until the moving stops (Read: smile politely) and she pays me with a hundred dollar bill, causing me to go get change for her, which takes a good five minutes, so she complains that I kept her waiting.
I actually had a dream where this woman died and the town threw a parade and I was the god damned grand marshal.
In other news, I downloaded and read "The Killing Joke" and it was fantastic. It was a one shot, so about 50 pages long, but it was a very good story, and I loved it.
Next I'm working on downloading 60 chapters (all?) of Transmetropolitan. I figure that should keep me busy for a while reading wise.
Well, back to inking for me. Considering how much this is taking, it sure isn't bearing equally tasty fruit, but hey, it's a first issue, the important thing is that I get it done, I can leave making it good to the second issue.
Ja matta Ne.
3 comments:
Okay, that was hilarious. Just as Helmholtz needed a bad climate to improve his writing, your suffering also brings delight to others.
Transmetropolitan has 60 chapters, as well as a few extras that are awesome. There were these two books of guest art from other well-known artists with Spider's narrative written over them. Two Christmas specials... if you got the same torrent I did, you probably have the same thing twice, once labelled as Christmas Special #1 and again as Edgy Winter. And I might be forgetting something, but yeah, you can't miss out on the extra stuff.
That was an awesome story. I'm so happy I don't work in fast food, anymore.
With all five of the part time jobs I've had, there has never been a customer or aspect that I haven't goddamn hated. It sucks and gives me a fiery rage like no other, but at the end of the day, we get to blog about it. Well, for me it's usually less blogging and more venting to my mom about it. But yeah, those customers. Last weekend I had a real bitch of a lady call and ask if we had the drill that was on sale in stock. I said yes, we had one because, we did...but it was the display. I mean, nothing is wrong with it, it's just dusty. Shouldn't have mentioned that to her. Anyway, one helluva bitch and, well, it just comes with it. Any luck with the job search? But yeah, asking for everything on the side is so weird. I mean, that's just extra time you have to spend putting it aside and then later she has to put it all on the sub or whatever. Or maybe she just wants to mooch as many vegetables as she can for some other meal or something weird like that.
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