Tuesday, November 29, 2016

A 'Regular' Behind Me at Walmart

She comes in every few days, at the Coffee Shop. She's 60's, nice lady... but will talk your head off. She comes in when I'm kinda busy in the mornings, so I dodge her stories because... of constantly  incoming customers, sit-down or take-out. When her and another regular, by chance, sit side by side to one another... it is talk the hell out of each other fest ... and my relief.

I see many semi-regulars, take-out or sit-down, from the Coffee Shop at Walmart. It's almost always "Hi, Hello... good good ha ha, ok, see ya, have a good day!' I have NOTHING in common with them except... they are my Coffee Shop customers... and it IS nice to see them at Walmart and say... Hello!

I never thought when I heard this motherfucker behind me, in line, at check-out, in Walmart, after my 13 hour shift andijustwanttogohome....when she said 'hello'... and I turned around to say 'hello'.... and my body language faced the front again....My body language was so obvious! OMG, but then SHE WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE NEXT TO ME AND MY WALMART CARRIAGE!!!!!! YAKKING ABOUT .... I DON"T KNOW WHAT!! OMG OMG!!!

This was beyond a horrific nightmare. I was so tired. My mouth hurt, my brain hurt, my body hurt. I just wanted to get some things to make a BLT sandwich later after I'm done with my, still, at home responsibilities. Sweet Jesus, I hope to get 5 hours of sleep tonight, I'm so busy with my life!!! It took almost 10 minutes to get to the front of the line. I was in such agony listening to her. I don't mind waiting in the long lines at Walmart.... I collect my thoughts, thoughts I don't get to have at work, because I"M WORKING!!! But I'm not working now and this lady is PISSING ME OFF!

I almost said to her "oh, I forgot something" just to get away from her and get in another 20 items or less long line. I endured. I hate you ma'am. For putting me thru that. My stupid, kind ass,SIMPLY NODDING.... not hearing a thing she is saying.... enduring the babbling after a long exhausting 13 hour shift ....(a minute here, a minute there 'break') and DAY STILL NOT OVER WHEN I HAVE PETS AND FAMILY TO TEND TO!!!! to an idiot who can't in her wildest nightmare understand why.... how.... to just leave me alone. To let it go... after a simple 'hello' I'm just standing there 'listening' nodding my head... OMG!
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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

MY Right of Way! Vrooom!

There's a young lady that comes in the Coffee Shop every now and then, in the afternoons. The afternoon. Not so busy, but a few real customers, and the regulars... always. And clean up from the morning.

I'm in the kitchen some of the time, in the sink. I can see the front door, thru the large glass window AND thru the door to the dining room... when someone comes in. This young lady comes in, she looks to the right, she looks to the left. Without missing a step or taking a breath, takes two giant steps right to the glass window like a nutcase.  Drying my hands, I'm there coming thru the door to wait on her. Seconds!  BUT NO.... she  already has her face to the glass window, knocking, 'hello' she's cooing. She can't see me I guess from the glare from all the windows in the dining room. But I can see her, and she looks like a lunatic, face pressed against the window.... eyes darting back and forth across the room she can't see.

This happens everytime. Hasn't she figured out yet.... I'm right here!! Ok, so I have a seperate Blog post about these 'glass clingers'.....

This is what I caught this particular customer doing on the road, entering the parking lot to the Coffee Shop.

I was just happening to be looking out of our large glass windows as I was working. I saw a car getting ready to take a left turn to the Coffee Shop. I saw an oncoming car coming from the other direction, going at a decent speed..... but she cut right in front of him!! He honked his horn!! He almost hit her!! I yell out 'omg!'

My regulars... behaving, entertaining each other, look at me 'whaaat?' ...looking outside from their seats. I say, well, 'there was almost a wreck'.... looking outside from their seats, not seeing anything unusual, they resume behaving.

At this point I'm thinking....In just a few seconds I'm going to see who this impatient, dangerous fuck is. I can't tell who it is at this point. Out of the car, here she comes! It's her! Glass clinger! Shaking my head,  I say out loud, 'that's about right, wow.' The regulars now, 'what, what?'.... 'I'll tell you later' I'm hushing them up.

In she comes. But this time I'm 'right here!' I am right here at the counter. Funny, because I was heading into the kitchen. I say, 'omg, I saw that. You ok?' as she is coming thru the door. She says 'yeah', she looks very embarrassed. I say 'be careful' and... then, cheerfully 'alright! Let's get some donuts!'
Funny thing is when she's ordering her dozen donuts, she takes her time, which is fine, of course! I love waiting on her. I'm familiar of her favorite ones. Sometimes she tries something different. We laugh a little, we chit-chat a little. Perfect customer.

So, anylyzing this. She's impatient as hell. Won't wait 3 seconds to be waited on. And from seeing with my own eyes, won't wait her turn in traffic. What's 'funny' is... she's a waitress here in town, for several years.
                                                                                                                                                                    IMAGINE ... if I was an asshole. If I had the nerve, the time, the money (pricey kinda) to go into her restaurant... and get her attention to wait on me NOW... like she does! Like if she's in the kitchen getting another tables order but I'm ready to order NOW and I want to get her attention thru the little window on the door to the... kitchen. This is how obviously ridiculous she looks like when she comes in!!                                
    

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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Aww, Prince Dead

How I love Prince. Always thought, if he met me.... he would really like me, and we could live happily ever after. Lol, ~sigh~  Seriously... this man was an icon. A great performer. Entertained us... so much fun to watch him... listen to his music.

I find it so 'creepy' please, 'creepy' I say for lack of a better word... that he had to die in an elevator in his home. Lyrics to one of my favorite songs of his  "And if the elevator tries to bring you down... " "Are we gonna let the elevator bring us down..." Let's Go Crazy.                                                                            
Can't stop thinking of him. Loved him, his work.

Just a side note, I'm thinking. Why was he all alone in his home when he just had a near death experience on his airplane on his way... home? Why was there NO ONE in his home, with him, but him? Not an assistant, not a maid? Not a... friend? No one.

But then.... I know. Being around SO many people ALL day. Entertaining ALL DAY. You don't want to see or... look at... anybody. Anybody.

 Ugh, Prince. Rest in Peace. You-Tubing you like.... crazy.

Monday, March 14, 2016

Stupid Cashier Can't Count

Me, busy morning, I'm by myself, as usual. Some ding dong comes in buys one donut. .85cents. Gives me a $5 bill..... and a dime.

For the life of me I couldn't figure out what the fuck?????  I'm thinking... concentrating. What the fuck is her change??? We don't have a register that tells you the change. We have to use our brains. And I normally have NO PROBLEM.

OK... .85cents is the purchase. She gives me a $5 bill... and a dime. Keep in mind...KEEP IN MIND ... I have been busy... BY MYSELF for almost 3 HOURS NONSTOP!!!! there is no fuckin break!!.... waiting on customers!!! sitting down and take-out customers!!!

I break out the calculater from underneath the cash register. I start to calculate. BEFORE I even complete the calculation... I'm thinking... ok... the change is... I think.... .25cents, and $4.00. I cancel the calculater.

Never seen this asshole before, never seen her since. I say asshole because I think back... months and months ago...... you couldn't see how busy I was... couldn't you just hand me the fuckin $5 bill... and go away??? I'm not the bank. She wanted a quarter back. I... now... sane mind... can see crystal clear what the change is... duh. But in the middle of complete and utter CHAOS........ omg bitch!! Omg, this meme is me at work, lol!

Busy as hell, but everything going smooth as hell..... and this jerk comes in... with her five dollar bill.... and.10 cents... omg asshole, lol.

And before any motherfucker comes across my blog all comfy and not a care in the world... and laughs at this... TRY... try to wait on multiple people for three hours straight...and figure that shit out!!

Looking for Love



Boy...... do I know a few. Godspeed to the ones who attach themselves to these. Men and women. Poor boys and girls.

Typical... Scene From "Yes, Dear"

                       Don't be mad... because you have to work on Valentine's Day???????

Seriously man? Why the fuck would there be cards in the back? At 6pm on Actual Valentine's Day?  Ok, ok.... the girl working should of just said, 'no sir, there are no more cards in the back'....

AND THEN.... he goes up to a display and AGAIN!!!! Asks AGAIN!!!! Do you have any more like this in the back????

On top of that... the character playing this scene......DOESN'T WORK????????  Thank you writer!!! I caught on to that bullshit!!!! Fuckin loser has no idea what it's like!!!!!!

Winning The Lottery

Buying a lottery ticket. You work like an animal. Like SO many do... for SO SO many years. After work you go to your local convenience store. You get a six pack Budweiser (or a Coke-a Cola) and a quick pick lottery ticket. You go home. Wash up, make something to eat...do your household chores... maybe have a few minutes to get on the computer, or watch a little tv... before you have to go to bed, to sleep... and be back at work... in the next several/few hours... ugh.

It's time to go to bed. It's only several hours before you have to get up to go to work.

You... kinda,....the next early, early! morning, thinking... yes... I have a minute to  check,  on my smartphone... the numbers for the lottery ticket I bought last night... that's sitting on my dresser.... praying to GOD... PLEASE... let this be the one. Thinking,.... OK... you are a winner... but you will go to work TODAY... and that's it!!!  
                                              Lol... begging.     

 



In my case... I sit there. (for now) Looking at my loser ticket. Thinking.... OMG please!!!! Have I not have enough???  ~sigh~

This is NOT my JOB!!!

At work, at the Coffee Shop, in the afternoon. After it has slowed down from a very very busy morning. The after 11:00am regulars start coming in. They just woke up, are bored.... and take a wild guess who they rely on entertaining them? ME!!! Me!!... who has just busted my ass and lost all my mind in the 6 hour morning rush!! I should be going home!! Like my co-workers!!!  But noooo!! I must stay on... for the next six hours!!!

ANYWAYS!!! Usually catching my breath in the afternoons as I'm working. Cleaning up, waiting on a smaller crowd, real customers. Sometimes I'm lucky and there are TWO regulars sitting down who entertain each other and leave me alone!!! AND I usually DO NOT pay attention to what they are talking about!! BUT.... I HEARD one of them...ONE that is sooo sooo GOD pestering I could lose my mind. He is soooo very  TALKATIVE!!, talk your goddamn head off. I heard him tell the other regular customer... that, he was feeling 'bad' today. FEELS LIKE HE IS BEING IGNORED??!! Like NO ONE can hear him??!!  Like he's a nobody???   ....This meme below could be ME or the psychotic REGULAR who is hanging around between the hours of 11am-5pm. Who's going to lose it? It? It??!!  Regular who is going crazy for attention? Or me? Who just wants to finish my work day, with a smile!! Grrr!!                             

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Needless to say, the years I been here... I kinda analyzed that already.... but to actually hear it...from his mouth, out loud!!!

You know, I'm sorry these people suffer from this depression or schizofrenia or delusion or whatever it is.... BUT I'M AT WORK....WORKING!!!! I WORK HARD!!! I AM TIRED!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO ENTERTAIN THESE PEOPLE!!!! MY JOB IS TO SERVE THEM DRINKS AND FOOD!!!

I'm just the opposite.... people are constantly STARING at me, TALKING  to me!! I'm about to lose MY OWN MIND!!! From TOO much attention!!!
I think these people hear voices in their heads and TALK  REPETITIVELY to drown out these voices. These are educated people, who's careers are notable, who were productive members of society... retired... and somewhere lost their minds...and come into my diner-like Coffee shop.... to entertain them!!!!

I don't know WHAT the hell was going on in their lives... what demons their closets hold. BUT I AM NOT THE ONE TO HELP THEM!!! I have MANY family responsibilities BEFORE and AFTER work!!

They should be seeking help at a HOSPITAL!!! NOT a Coffee Shop!!!

I'm working!!! And as I'm back and forth cleaning up the shop, or waiting on real customers... THEY ARE YAPPING!!! I COMPLETELY ignore them!!!  Swear to GOD...when I don't respond, they will mumble 'whatever' ....

Whatever.  Whatever you motherfucker. You have no idea what I have just been thru. YOU just woke up.I have been up since the middle of the night... WORKING! I am strong enough to go on the rest of the day... BUT NOT AS YOUR FUCKIN PSYCHIATRIST. That's a whole 'nother job... and a WHOLE 'nother pay. I'M fuckin EXHAUSTED!!!
                   

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

The Narcissist Customer Picking on a New Employee

About five years ago, we hired a young man at our Coffee/Donut Shop. Him learning, I kept my eye on him. I know the wrath of a customer narcissist. Sweet kid, trying so hard. So polite and trying to 'satisfy' the customer. I KNEW some FUCK was going to take advantage of this sooner or later.

Just a few weeks into his hire-ment ... on a busy weekend.... I'm waiting on a customer. I'm 'watching' 'listening'... on our new employee, waiting on a customer who I might of seen once or twice before, maybe.... 'take-out' order. We are sooo busy. I noticed as I'm waiting on my own customers.... this fuck of a customer is giving this kid a hard time. Really??? I know... I'm almost done with my current customer. I'm seconds away from saving this poor kid from this monster.  
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 . Really you bug? New employee is holding a box. A box that 12 donuts go into. And I waited on 3 customers already with no incident and this poor kid is struggling with this one. I took that box out of his hands, told him, 'grab another customer' ... 'yes sir, what may I get for you?"

Monster, older gentleman, wants me to explain? each donut? Each fuckin donut is 'explained' under our signs. And him being an older gentleman.... NOT OLD, but older..... go ahead, fuck with me. Looking him straight in the eye... "what may I get for you?" ... a buffoon, like me,and him... could do this. Don't fuck with me... we are picking out donuts... not your first rodeo motherfucker, you and I both know this... looking him straight in the eye.

It picks out it's donuts as I gesture at the signs. Without incident. They're fuckin donuts.  You know exactly what you want.  Don't fuck with me.

Happily Ever After

I got this from a newspaper few years ago while I was at work and taking my minute and a half break in the afternoon. I save this shit and put it in my 'blog' stuff on top of my computer desk when I get home, from work .. that I just have no time for... when I get home, from work. This article is from like 5 years ago! Took a snapshot of it just now, blog it!
Ok, so I'm thinking, looking at it now. Why did I circle this? And then bring it home, and throw it on my computer desk.... 5 years ago? I certainly have something to say about this?

Was it, is it.... that 89%..... Seriously.... 89% of singles believe you can stay married to the same person... forever???? Forever???

From the many many many people I know in my wide circle of friends, acquaintances, family distant and close... customers from work...co-workers present and past.... neighbors present and past....

From ALL that.... from years ago to now.... shit, off the top of my head I can think of 2... that are still together. If I missed someone (couple)... ok..... 4 or 5. And the people STILL together are because one or the other ENDURED the fuck out of the other.

They are the ones who endure(ed) the cheating, the spending money, the gambling, the drinking.... the verbal abuse. I could of stayed with ANY of my past long term relationships... with this shit... and sit here today and say ..... I BEEN MARRIED  35 YEARS!!!!!

So... 89%. Yes, it's possible.... IF YOU CAN ENDURE ALL THE MENTAL IDIOCY OUT THERE.... MEN AND WOMEN!!!!

Kiosks at Fast Food Restaurants

I say, DO IT! Fuckin DO IT. Who will the fuckin narcissist fuck with... with a machine? A gotdamn machine, like IT is. Completely void of any emotion.... JUST like a narcissist. A narcissist's worst nightmare. A kiosk.

Completely pissed me off to the depths of hell when I saw this meme on Facebook... from a Facebook friend .... a regular....who USED to come into my Coffee Shop. 'It' 'friend' requested... me. So I accepted. 'It'... put me under so much stress at work and almost got me fired because 'it' didn't like the price of a coffee and a donut. So I....would adjust the price on the register for 'it' (intimidation!)... and got caught one day.... years ago. My boss reamed my ass out!! I have held so much resentment towards this customer for so many years. This monster, who dares to post this meme.

'It' stopped coming in because, 'it's special discount was OVER... and it was pissed. Good GODDAMN THANK GOD riddance!!!!!!

ANOTHER Facebook 'friend' who's significant other...worked as a server.... who's not doing anything for work right now... because 'serving' the public is sooooo hard work... want's to post this same meme??? On Facebook??... knowing I ... do this for a living????

You know... I work at a Coffee Shop. I deal with soooo many narcissists who love nothing more than to torture us. But I stay because it is my career I chose so many years ago. It is how I make my living. The NORMALS do outweigh the MENTALS... but the MENTALS are mutating rapidly.

Interest Rates on your Savings Account

Laugh .Out. Loud. Are you laughing out loud? Shaking your head in disbelief? When you go into your savings account every now and then to check the balance? to see how much you're earning on your savings?

Of course I'm not going to say how much I have in my savings. But if you work like an animal and put away your hard earned money instead of blowing it on shit you don't need, like mentals do do...and you see... a dollar, $1.00... one single dollar and some change... on $10,000...plus, that you have had in the bank, for years.... without touching it (withdrawing).....

....stop blinking. Because you're not seeing things. The Bank earning MILLIONS upon MILLIONS of dollars from loans and overdrafts... every single minute, from thousands of people.... every day.   .... They can't put? $10.00??? in every month instead of  a... dollar???? on untouched and growing? ... on my measly $5, $10 deposits a week, a month....  $10,000????....

I opened a savings account for my granddaughter about 12 years ago when she was born. I put $20. Three months later a statement came in the mail. She earned .02. TWO CENTS!!!! MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!

They couldn't put in .10cents???? TEN CENTS YOU MOTHERFUCKERS????? You couldn't spare a fuckin dime????? ...on the millions of dollars you make?? on $20 that has been sitting in the savings account for three months???? Fuckers. Motherfuckers.


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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

What Kind of OCD is this?

Have this sit-down regular that comes in 3, 4 days a week in the mornings at the Coffee Shop, for 15 plus years. Orders a coffee and a donut. But.... has two donuts every time. But... orders only one donut, eats it... and waves his hand when he's ready for his second donut. Why not just order... the two donuts? There is nothing new or different from the tray of donuts you got 15 minutes earlier?

Most likely waves that hand when I'm/we are busy with other cuctomers.
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He does wait till I'm done with a another customer, and starts waving to get my attention. After 15 plus years.... hear me? 15!! plus!! years!! What is this OCD?? I am sorry he is suffering from this.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

For What Reason Do You Want To Win The Lottery?

Sit-down regulars. Coffee Shop. Sometimes you hear them wishing out loud to win the Lottery. Sit-down regulars that come in everyday, healthy, wealthy, semi-wealthy, financially comfortable...fuckin fortunate to retire early or not have to work at all, absolutely nothing to do all day. Want to win the Lottery. For what fuckin reason? You're right where you want to be. Right here, up my ass, every single day, lifting your coffee cup, 'give me'. Literally, need, want coffee or not.... 'give me' .... seriously, that shit blows my mind...lmao, 'give me' You could be anywhere, you have the funds. You have already won the lottery.  .  
         Seriously.... we live at the fuckin beach. And you choose to sit at a Coffee Shop?                                      

Early Retirement

Have TWO new retirees... seperate individuals...since from at the end of 2015. These two... thinking... 'umm, I want to retire, early!... so I can sit at the Coffee Shop all morning!'
                                                     


God, please help me.... they are multiplying. And God I know I sound like a jealous bitch, but of course I'm not. I just want to work, hope I live long enough for the proper retirement age. I promise not to sit in Coffee Shops and narcissist the people that are trying to work.

I can't even begin to blog on the details (just wow) with these two.. seperate individuals. I will someday, when I have more time. God, I wonder if people who come across my blog believe what I write.

Ok, a quicky example. Super busy in the morning. . Newly sit-down retiree...enjoying her yapping with seasoned retirees... 'Can you dump (full cup coffee) my coffee, get me a fresh cup, it got cold (laughs)'

Reclining Seat Back... Airplane

Read some time ago about a fight, physical fight... on a domestic flight, probably Southwest? About a passenger 'angry' at another passenger in front of them reclining their seat.

Sure you have a right... to recline your seat. But how the fuck you don't have any thought about how the passenger behind you... feels? It's already so damn uncomfortable on an airplane, we are all trying to only get thru this....     OMG, look at this, what a cunt.

                                   

Tho it's been a while (couple years, I fly twice a year) that someone in front of me has done that... but the one's that do.... have you ANY thought of how it feels to the person behind you????

Thoughtless.

And how could, domestic Airlines allow this? Fuckin narcissists. Get rid of this reclining seat shit already.

$12.56

Couple of years ago. Picked up my little Granddaughter from school. Decided to go into a little 'mom and pop' restaurant. Go there, every now and then. As my Granddaughter and I are coming in.... a bunch of Firemen are at the register paying.... leaving. It's a 'seat yourself''...walking over to the table we are going to sit at, I hear the family member at the register... of the restaurant, say an amount... $12.56. I hear her say it again. As my ass is lowering to my seat... I look over at the register. The poor Fireman is struggling for his money in his pockets.

He's the last one paying as the other Firemen are heading out the door. He's glancing bath and forth at the door while digging in his pockets...."Hold on..." he's telling the cashier, kinda laughing. By now, you could hear coins hitting the counter. The family member of the owner is counting the change on the counter. "ok, thank-you" she says.... with a smile.
                                                        

OK ....  Let's keep in mind this all happened in like 45 seconds from when we walked in. I wasn't registering what was happening.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        You bet your ass I would of went over to the register and gave that man, Firefighter! the .56 cents!!!

It just happened so fast. As my granddaughter and I are settling at our table.... I'm thinking.... wow, did the owner just stand there and let this poor Firefighter struggle over .56 cents? Wow.

Ok, ok. He could of already had a discounted price (doubt it, I know this place) Ok, ok. If every Firefighter in town came in and got .56cents off their meals.... Ok, ok, he could of had a $20 bill and didn't want to break it. Whatever.

Yes, I'm going to tell you, at my Coffee Shop... I would of told him, with a smile 'don't worry about the .56cents. And thank you for everything you do'