Things I Don’t Care About, and People I’m not friends with.
Very high on my list of things I don’t care about is the personal life of Batty. (See past blogs if you don’t know who they are.)
So a couple of weeks ago when they came to the counter, the wife informed me that they had a terrible week because their refridgerator had broken and they had to throw things out. I don’t care.
Then she ordered “brians turkey” and proceeded to tell me to cut only “12 thin slices, because we’re having dental work this week.” I don’t care about your dental work either.
She then said “we’ll be back Tuesday for our usual order.” Thank you for informing me, so I know to cringe when I wake up Tuesday and try to plan my 15 minute break so as soon as you’re down the next aisle I can disappear.
They didn’t come back Tuesday, they instead came back on Friday. Unfortunately, not only are fridays usually busy, but on this particular one we happened to be doing a massive deli reset.
So about 3 managers from other stores, plus one of my own, were around changing things and moving things and so plenty of things were in my way and I was already stressed out. I tried to get rid of them quickly and avoid their chit chat.
My manager had help me with customers because it was so busy. So she’s next to me and Batty starts blabbering and my manager said she was stressed out (also trying to avoid chit chat and them lingering)
The wife said, “that’s okay, that’s what friends are for.”
What?
First, do you think us explaining were resetting the deli and very busy/stressed is us confiding in you? Um, no.
Second, do you really think you’re friends with us? BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT. We all cringe when we see you coming.
When Batty left my manager said to me “I’m SO SICK of them!”
Ugh agreed. Nobody likes them I wish they’d just go away. They may spend a long time at the counter but its not because they’re spending a lot of money in the deli. Its just because they want everything super thin and they have to always have a taste and measure 12 slices and 4 slices and drive us nuts.
Older Men Dig Me Part Three
So the same guy referenced in “older men part 2″ comes to the deli all the time.
Last week, he came up to the counter in a hurry, looked at the sale signs, then looked at me. I was helping another customer, so he had to wait on line.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked when it was his turn.
He stared at me blankly, then said:
“I guess not. I think I just came by to look at you.” Then he smiled and I laughed politely as he stood there for another twenty seconds looking at me.
Bleh.
But they probably can’t read…..
It’s sad that this sign in a mall bathroom is necessary. But it’s sadder still that the people throwing shit covered toilet paper in the trash can probably can’t even read this sign.
Fun Pops…
This picture just looks SOOOO wrong to me
The stupid things that sean says are a thing of the past
That’s right. The end.
A few weeks ago, before my lovely unpaid vacation, sean said to me:
“Yo is your chest pregnant? Cause them shits is big!”
This annoyed me so much I mentioned it to someone else and they said that he’s not allowed to talk like that, because its sexual harrassment. They told me I should tell him I didn’t appreciate being spoken to that way, and if he did it one more time I would file a complaint.
I explained I’ve told him before to stop but he would always stop for a few days then come over again and start shit. By this point, I now had three people listening to me and they decided to say something to him.
I came back from lunch and continued working, but sean was on his way home. After clocking out, he came back to the deli and started loudly saying how “certain people” needed to keep his name “out they mouths” and other such ghettoness. He was telling everyone BUT me.
So I said, “you’re the one who started it. I was in the cooler minding my own business working and you started screaming a song about me until you got my attention.” (He raps about everyone who works there…bad things of course)
He then said he wasn’t talking to me, he was talking to my coworkers. So I said fine, keep my name out of your mouth and id do the same.
After some more ghetto hand movements and angry rants to other people he left.
That was about a month ago. He hasn’t spoken to me since.
Its been the most amazing thing. I love it. Of course, I won’t have anything to write about, but my work days will be less painful.
I do still have a pile of random quotes that have been sitting in my room for a while. I just have to find the time to go through them and post them. Then, it will become “the sean archives.”
This disturbs me
The random latex glove in a crevice on the bus disturbs me. Why and how did it get there? What ominious, awkward situation took place?
Racist graffitti
On a bathroom door in a NYC subway. The food place, not the transportation.
Wtf is a Sukperbowl?
In the candy aisle, on a display of M&M’s.
MYOB
A few weeks ago, there were a few people outside of my job collecting donations for a christian program to get kids off drugs and alcohol. One of the guys saw me smoking on my break and started to tell me God could help me quit smoking.
He said he was telling me because hed been on all sorts of drugs and he was now two years sober and believes god can release anyone from addiction.
He kept going on about gods power and how my body is a temple of god and he wants to live inside me.
I politely let him talk but because he kept going on i then started to say i had no desire to quit smoking, i absolutely looooveeee smoking. He wouldnt give it up.
They were there for a few days and every time he saw me he kept on with his bullshit about my body being a temple of god, etc.
What is it about religion and politics that makes people believe they have a right to force their personal ideas on other people?
If someone asks, and is sincerely interested, then tell them your thoughts and beliefs. If someone is MINDING THEIR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, then shut your fucking mouth.
Nobody has a right to force anyone to believe anything. As long as what you personally are doing does not cause harm or intrude upon others’ lives, then it’s nobody’s business but your own.
If i smoke, and im not standing next to you blowing cigarette smoke in your face, then it’s not your business, nor is it your place to tell me it’s harmful. Everyone knows it’s harmful. We choose to do it anyway. We like it.
Just like if i personally dont include myself in religion, im respecting you and your thoughts on it by not saying anything to you. What gives you, the religious one, the right to tell me what to believe and do and think?
Nothing gives you the right. You have your freedom of religion and i have my freedom to NOT be religious.
Dont believe in abortion? THEN DONT HAVE AN ABORTION. Its not your place to say its not the right choice for someone else. Nor is it your right to criticitze and berate someone who believes the opposite.
Negativity.
It’s a statement. Werd. Like all deep and shit.
