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i was irate most of the day today. just a foul mood due to shitty things that are always said at bad times. bad timing for bad things. skillfully placed blows to the psyche or lucky strikes, whatever, they knock the wind out of you and leave you feeling... trivial.
at any rate, there's this gentleman that comes into my place of employment who's a joy. there's a few people that come in that i look forward to seeing. working with the public you tend to get "regulars" that you hate and some that you like and he's one of the one's i like. he always makes me giggle because he's not a giant jackass like most other people that i deal with every day. we chat in passing, it's nice. we'll come back to him later.
the part time girl was reading the local paper and she comments that the localy owned coffee shop that kicks the ass of starbucks around here was robbed saturday. aformentioned gentleman works there, and i know he works on saturday nights so i read the article to make sure no one got hurt, yanno, just human interest. i don't know his name so i wouldn't know if they mentioned he'd been hurt if it were him or not, but i wanted to make sure. no one was hurt. but now i'm worried that my friend in passing may be traumatized or in some sort of danger.
eventually my foul mood returns, customers were particularly difficult today. aparently a woman is doing the professional equivelant of telling my mommy because i didn't refund an item she'd used all of and said she didn't like, bringing me back the empty container. go ahead, call corporate. i'll shit in your prescription bag next time you're in here.
around 10:30 when my nameless friend usually visits i was in the back emptying out the photo chemicals. when i returned up front cursing and bitching there was my buddy (aformentioned guy). of course i ask about the incident, ask if everyone's okay, shoot the shit for a sec. he didn't even know it was in the paper so i made him read it, then he leaves. on his way out he shouts over his shoulder "enjoy your warm beverage!"
i look down and there's a giant steaming hot white chocolate beverage sitting on the counter by my register in a paper cup from the shop that was robbed.
for some reason, that nice gesture just made my whole day, that a total stranger thought of the cashier at the pharmacy enough to bring me a tasty beverage. it was nice to NOT be an afterthought. and it was nice to have something warm in that icy little area in which i ring register. just that silly little thing was so nice.
maybe it was repayment for always putting in the store's courtesy discount card when he checks out, lol. i don't use that as much as i'm supposed to because i hate everyone. i am lord of the card.
at any rate, there's this gentleman that comes into my place of employment who's a joy. there's a few people that come in that i look forward to seeing. working with the public you tend to get "regulars" that you hate and some that you like and he's one of the one's i like. he always makes me giggle because he's not a giant jackass like most other people that i deal with every day. we chat in passing, it's nice. we'll come back to him later.
the part time girl was reading the local paper and she comments that the localy owned coffee shop that kicks the ass of starbucks around here was robbed saturday. aformentioned gentleman works there, and i know he works on saturday nights so i read the article to make sure no one got hurt, yanno, just human interest. i don't know his name so i wouldn't know if they mentioned he'd been hurt if it were him or not, but i wanted to make sure. no one was hurt. but now i'm worried that my friend in passing may be traumatized or in some sort of danger.
eventually my foul mood returns, customers were particularly difficult today. aparently a woman is doing the professional equivelant of telling my mommy because i didn't refund an item she'd used all of and said she didn't like, bringing me back the empty container. go ahead, call corporate. i'll shit in your prescription bag next time you're in here.
around 10:30 when my nameless friend usually visits i was in the back emptying out the photo chemicals. when i returned up front cursing and bitching there was my buddy (aformentioned guy). of course i ask about the incident, ask if everyone's okay, shoot the shit for a sec. he didn't even know it was in the paper so i made him read it, then he leaves. on his way out he shouts over his shoulder "enjoy your warm beverage!"
i look down and there's a giant steaming hot white chocolate beverage sitting on the counter by my register in a paper cup from the shop that was robbed.
for some reason, that nice gesture just made my whole day, that a total stranger thought of the cashier at the pharmacy enough to bring me a tasty beverage. it was nice to NOT be an afterthought. and it was nice to have something warm in that icy little area in which i ring register. just that silly little thing was so nice.
maybe it was repayment for always putting in the store's courtesy discount card when he checks out, lol. i don't use that as much as i'm supposed to because i hate everyone. i am lord of the card.
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