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Dec. 1st, 2004 04:14 pmI like how sometimes I can get through a twenty-four ounce can of Heineken (and yes, I did refer to the can to get the spelling) without feeling a thing, and other times I get a buzz halfway through. This is one of those latter incidents. And I have a whole other can waiting. And such was the last hour or so of work that I actually want to get fairly drunk for once, rather than regarding it as an unfortunate side effect that prevents me from drinking as much as I want. (Some people drink to get drunk. I drink because the drinks taste good.)
It wasn't like, hideously awful or anything. Just one of those days where one or two really stupid things happen, and then the tiny irritants seem SO much worse, and also you slept badly and are too tired to take it all in stride.
By the way: If you look young enough to be carded, CARRY YOUR ID. I cannot emphasize this enough. If you do not have it, the cashier is not going to go, "Oh, gee, well I guess I'll sell you this controlled substance anyway." No. The cashier is going to put the booze or the cigarettes out of your reach and send you on your way. The cashier does not care how long you practiced your look of chagrin upon "realizing" that you "left" your ID at home. The cashier does not care if she has "lost a customer," because she is sure that the regionwide chain she works at will survive without you. The cashier would like you to go away so she can ring up the next customer. If you are too young, shut up and try to find a sucker somewhere else. If you are of age, STFU and bring the damn ID next time, 'kay? The cashier does not care if you claim you are twenty-one. The cashier herself is twenty-one, and if she gets carded and has forgotten her ID, know what she does? She says, "Thanks, anyway," and leaves. Try it sometime.
And while I'm bitching: What is it about scratch tickets that drain a customer of the ability to be polite? Sometimes I think that if I hear one more "Gimme this ticket" or "Lemme have that ticket," I am going to throw my register through the window. Listen up: Your mother worked long and hard teaching you to say "please." (At least, I hope she did.) Don't let it all be in vain.
Oh, yeah: The reason I am finally able to make an actual post is that Rikki has gotten a new computer, so has allowed me use of her old laptop. I, meanwhile, have secured a cosigner for my loan (I love my grandparents), and shoud be able to get it - we're going in to do the last of the paperwork tomorrow. And then I will get my beautiful iBook and for the first time in my life I will have my very own computer and can do whatever I want with it without worrying about other people. YAY.
Now I am off to try and find some icons, because I have some to realize that most of mine are random and unusable political ones, and I need mood ones. I have a WTF icon and a couple sad icons, but I need a happy one and a You Rock one and other such. When I get my computer, I shall attempt to pirate PhotoShop so that I can make them myself.
It wasn't like, hideously awful or anything. Just one of those days where one or two really stupid things happen, and then the tiny irritants seem SO much worse, and also you slept badly and are too tired to take it all in stride.
By the way: If you look young enough to be carded, CARRY YOUR ID. I cannot emphasize this enough. If you do not have it, the cashier is not going to go, "Oh, gee, well I guess I'll sell you this controlled substance anyway." No. The cashier is going to put the booze or the cigarettes out of your reach and send you on your way. The cashier does not care how long you practiced your look of chagrin upon "realizing" that you "left" your ID at home. The cashier does not care if she has "lost a customer," because she is sure that the regionwide chain she works at will survive without you. The cashier would like you to go away so she can ring up the next customer. If you are too young, shut up and try to find a sucker somewhere else. If you are of age, STFU and bring the damn ID next time, 'kay? The cashier does not care if you claim you are twenty-one. The cashier herself is twenty-one, and if she gets carded and has forgotten her ID, know what she does? She says, "Thanks, anyway," and leaves. Try it sometime.
And while I'm bitching: What is it about scratch tickets that drain a customer of the ability to be polite? Sometimes I think that if I hear one more "Gimme this ticket" or "Lemme have that ticket," I am going to throw my register through the window. Listen up: Your mother worked long and hard teaching you to say "please." (At least, I hope she did.) Don't let it all be in vain.
Oh, yeah: The reason I am finally able to make an actual post is that Rikki has gotten a new computer, so has allowed me use of her old laptop. I, meanwhile, have secured a cosigner for my loan (I love my grandparents), and shoud be able to get it - we're going in to do the last of the paperwork tomorrow. And then I will get my beautiful iBook and for the first time in my life I will have my very own computer and can do whatever I want with it without worrying about other people. YAY.
Now I am off to try and find some icons, because I have some to realize that most of mine are random and unusable political ones, and I need mood ones. I have a WTF icon and a couple sad icons, but I need a happy one and a You Rock one and other such. When I get my computer, I shall attempt to pirate PhotoShop so that I can make them myself.