“baby you're the best i ever had”
yuck
Sunday, January 09, 2011 || 9:56 pm
This is a broken post, written by a broken state of mind.
Being chatted up by Indians at work is vomit-worthy. Conversation starters like "Where do you live?" and/or "Do you play tennis?" is simply enough to put one off.
Girl walked into the shop, I wandered towards her as per sales assistant protocol, asked her if she needed any help... and she goes where are the {inaudible murmuring}? So I asked her, "uhh... what is it? how do you spell it, so i can look it up on the computer for you". So then she fires back at me "THE PREGNANCY TESTS, WHERE ARE THEY? ASDFGGHJK$($#$%!@#%" So I was like shiiiiit relax, they're over there *points towards the female hygiene items*. Awkward fucking much? So yeah, I sneakily went to serve someone else while the other girl put the pregnancy-test-bitch's purchase through POS. Ha!
Uhm... customer made rocky road! It was delish, until i bit into the dark-chocolate one. *shudders* dark chocolate.... so not my cup of tea.
So all i did at work to day was pretty much origami with the pharmacy accounts mail outs. Meaning all i did was fold them and throw em into envelopes. YAY.
My god, I'm not a 10B, I'm a 12B. Fucking felt suffocations as I stood at work. Fuuuuuuuck
Labels: everyday ramblings, work