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[philrancid]

So--got to having so much fun and bullshit from work that I forgot to post this back when I wrote it.

Which was like over a week ago. Would have posted it instantly but there was a sudden flare-up of null activity on the wifi at work.


So yeah--there was this G-unit type black buy in heree with his girlfriend, with the whole dreads/grill/three different-colored t-shirts/can-I-get-uhh thing goin' on, and he ordered a sandwich, and his girl starts asking, "Is them glazed fresh?" and I reply in the negative (because it's simply easier to tell the truth sometimes, especially on my shift), and so they start trying to ask me about the croissant sandwich the guy's ordering, and at this point he's saying that if he gets food poisoning in here he's gonna come back and smash this shit all up.

So I say maybe I just shouldn't sell him anything. To which he replies, "What do you care? it's not like it's your store."

So I go: "Yeah, but I'm not about to stand around all 'Ooo!' while you trash the place, either," and made the Home Alone face.

So he said something else, something nice and clever, and I got the tee ball bat out and told him to go ahead and tear shit up, but if so much as a crumb of it hit me, I'd come across the counter on his ass.

So then he made a big show out of letting his girlfriend push him out of the store, you know, that "Calm down, baby" thing, while he mutters about did she see that cracka pull out a mufuckin bat?

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A lot of people are complaining about the donuts tonight. The donuts aren't fresh. It's actually my job, as I've been told, to lie to the customers about it. I refuse to. It's bullshit, for one, and for another, it saves time and keeps me from getting screamed at and having shit thrown at me by irate drunks. So I say "no" when they ask, and I either have "attitude" or they just stop dead and can't believe me.

Maybe it's because I haven't found a way to say it yet that doesn't sound confrontational. Sometimes I'm just not good at dealing with shit like this. Anyway.

I really came to write the last bit of the story I've been putting in morb_id, but at the bus stop I realized that because I haven't got a lot of people who read that then the rest of you might think that I am on a silent jag again.

I'm really nervopus about whether or not shrijani is gonna rent a car, since she can't really afford to. I have ghetto versions of Worst Case Scenario playing in my head. Anybody got some Avis coupons they're not gonna use?

It was fine not having a car when I was alone, or mostly on my own, and it was fine not having any local friends, during that time, but now? I feel like a loser again.

So I'm gonna try to break out of this horseshit that I'm goin' through, and see if maybe I can't gete some money up somehow.

Anybody got a good secondhand Writer's Market from a recent year?



So Shri is now sleeping in the bedroom, and I am feeling strangley relieved at something I was told by my son's mother about M and the twins--mainly that, according to what M told her, the twins are back home, and, she spoke with Jessi at length. And I haven't been required to give up my right to appeal to make it happen.

But I'm gonna call my old lawyer and see wtf happened anyway.

Laters, cats & kittens.