DO YOU NEED MONEY TO BE HAPPY?


Best feeling

I would love to think money would make my life easier. I am grateful for what I have now.

Yet if I had unlimited funds, I would love to think that I wouldnt be a lavish spender.

That I would be smart enough to save and invest.

That I would buy a neat small little condo, travel for a bit. Donate some money to charity, and provide for my family.

Although every night before I go to bed, I always think of ways to help the poor. I come up with some pretty outlandish ideas. but the one thing that is constant, is making sure there are beds. Warm Blankets. Showers. Food.

If that isnt being responsible I dont know what is…

 

 

WHEN YOU HAVENT SEEN SOMEONE IN A LONG TIME


That awkward moment when you are waving to someone and they didnt see you!

ohkay.

So that happened.

I hadnt seen Matty in forever! He was at the counter, ordering breakfast.

I turned to the espresso machine to make a mocha, and there he was, staring at me.

He waved.

Oh he did see me.

“Hey how are you?” I asked.

He was in Labrador for 6 weeks. For work.

“Really?” I was astonished. “Did you get to see anything? Sight see?”

“No!” he sighed. “I was working all the time.”

aw, I missed his beautiful blue eyes!

WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID? ;)


DESPITE ALL MY RAGE

I AM STILL JUST A RAT IN A CAGE:

It was -1C and the fog refused to lift.

It was so dismal and grey outside, that while I was in First, I felt like I was in a cage.

it was like solitary confinement. Only worse because I had to listen to people who did not know how to take orders.

It got me thinking, if they wanted to punish criminals, they could put one in First booth. Make them listen to the order takers.

It would either drive them crazy, make them worse, or they would promise to behave!

Every order was wrong, every order was “What was that? What was that?”

I was banging my head against the window. “She told you three times what she wanted! Three times!” or “why do you make it so hard for the customers? stop asking all those questions! oh my god, somebody save me from this hell?!

nope.

CATEGORY FIVE STUPIDITY:

I would smile, my tone was polite.

Yet every customer would question the total.

“That would be 18.53″ I said after greeting the couple that pulled up.

“Uh no!” the girl leaned over. “It was 15 something.”

I leaned over to glance at the till. The sub total was no where near $15. What the hell was she on?

“That will be $18.53″ I repeated.

“What the fuck? Are you being rude?” she snapped.

If I was being rude, you would damn know it! I would cripple your damn ass!

The look on my face, made her boyfriend snicker, ‘Whoa calm down preggers!” he told her.

“I was not being rude, I am telling you the total.” I said with a smile, so cold. So damn cold.

“You were being rude, you going to tell me what I ordered!”

I repeated the order to her. She glared at me. “Oh so what was the total,”

I repeated the total. Her boyfriend  was laughing.

“stop laughing it isnt funny, she is being rude!” she hissed.

He stared at her. “The only one being rude, is you! She told you the total 3x and you had the shit fit!”

“Have a nice day!” I smiled cheerfully.

“Fucking bitch!”

I rolled my eyes.

Get a life.

The next customer wasnt much better.

“Hi there,” I greeted him. “That will be $10.50″

He stopped counting his money and glared at me. “Excuse me?” he said. “Did the price change between the speaker box and now?”

Did I fucking stutter? “No, that will be $10.50″ I said.

“How is it  $10.50 when before it was $9 something.”

Oh my god seriously, people need to go back to school and learn the meaning of subtotal. Sub means before.

“There are taxes, right?” I explained. “Each burger is 5.25″

He glared at me. “Well, no tip for you.”

“I really dont care about a tip,” I smiled brightly. “Have a great day, sir!”

Angie heard what I said. “Oh Rebecca that was so rude.”

I shrugged. “Why would I fucking care about a tip, when every customer is arguing with me about the prices?”

The price is brightly displayed on the screen at the speaker.

Plus we tell them the price twice!

How is it my fault they cant understand it?

 

 

 

 

Grave Robber Digs Up Dozens of Dead Girls, Turns Bodies Into Dolls


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Oh my god!! Why!
It reminds me of the Doll Shack at camp sagitawa!
The counselors would tell a horrible horror story, lead the class ( I was too scared,) down a trail in the dark. The shack was covered in decapitated doll heads, with eerie lights.
Kids would run screaming.
We would have nightmares!

DONT YOU TELL ME DAMN RIGHT!


Customer: I would like 2 pancake breakfasts!
Me: OK.
Customer: no, that’s two happy meals!
Me: OK.
Customer: you. Need. To. Take. Those. Pancakes. Off. Now.
Me:

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I am thank you!

Holy shit, don’t give me attitude because I punch in exactly what you told me! Clarify your fucking order!