Judgemental people

I hate how judgemental some people are over anything, and they will ridicule others to an almost hypocritical extent. For instance, I just witnessed two women, one in a burka, one in a hijab, point and laugh at a woman with dwarfism, saying how ridiculous she looks. I mean, no offense to anyone but I think the hijab and burka are ridiculous, especially the burka. I like to actually SEE the person I'm talking to, regardless of their religion, conditions, flaws and all. ins

Hang nails.

I have one. Right now. It hurts! The slightest nudge and it shoots a massive wave of pain throughout the entire finger. I don't even know how I got it I just know it hurts like hell...

Still more bearable than all the customers at my work though.

Halitosis

It seems that the general population doesn't care much for basic oral hygiene... Whether I'm on the bus, metro or serving people at work, at least 8 out of every 10 people I encounter have horrible breath. It's especially bad when I'm at work, because the majority of customers that pass through the mall can barely be considered human at all, with no standards for hygiene or manners. I can smell their godawful breath as they walk up the counter, a good 6-8 feet away. Not to mention the amount of people who seem to refuse to shower and prefer to wallow in their own body odour...

Work Misery #3

Unwarranted attitude is a big problem when you work with the public. The majority of people you serve seem to feel as though they have some form of superiority over you because you're serving them, this is doubled when you work in a dep or in the food industry. Word to the wise, don't give a large amount of attitude to someone who has complete control over what goes into the food you ordered so dickishly.

For instance, not ten minutes ago I had a customer who gave me the most attitude I've ever recieved without reason. He asked what was in the tuna salad and cut me off, snapping at me because there was celery in it. He ordered a ham panini, to which I asked what he wanted in it. He did not reply so I assumed nothing other than ham and swiss. As I put it in the grill I asked if he wanted anything else or just the sandwich, "yeah, JUST the sandwich." He replied. "Alrighty, please come to the cash so I can pass it through." I tell him the price, he throws a $10 bill at me. I hand him his change and ask if he wants his receipt. "YES." As he scoffs and rolls his eyes. I go to hand it to him, but he snatches it off of the printer. I ask again "did you want anything else in the panini?" Again he just glares at me. Okay. So I finish up, wrap the panini and hand it to him, again he snatches it out of my hand and says "asshole" under his breath. I say "have a good night!" He turns around and says straight to my face: fuck off.

With a wink and smile I reply: enjoy the sandwich.

The Night Bus

Don't get me wrong, the night buses here have saved my ass more than enough times at 3am after late nights at the bars/shows etc., and the new routes that they take to come back to the West Island from Downtown are the best thing to happen to the night routes, however I have a problem with a lot of the night bus drivers.

In my experience, the majority of these drivers are rude, pushy and just overall don't care about anyone. I've been on the bus (the 356 when it ran all the way to St Anne’s, which was a good 1-1.5 hour ride just to get to my stop) when suddenly the driver decides that he wants Tim Horton’s, so he stops the bus outside a Tim Horton’s, doesn't say anything, and walks inside to order his food, drink and have a chat for a good 15 minutes. Last night we were waiting for the 371 at Atwater, contemplating whether it was worth it to get McDonald's there and catch the next night bus, or catch the one that was to come in 7 minutes and get McDonald's near our destination. We decided on the latter, and proceeded to wait, for a bus that was almost 30 minutes late, then when he finally let people on the bus; did he go straight away on his route? No, no he did not. He sat on his seat, just waiting for nothing, until randomly deciding to leave maybe 10 minutes after just sitting there with no one else getting on, bringing us to our destined McDonald's around 4am, allowing us only to get back home about 4:30, to which I had to wake up at 9. So today I am a very bitter and tired person, and the STM needs to step up the game, because the buses are constantly late, with majority of the bus drivers being surly, rude or just complete dicks.

Work Misery #2

I hate it when people decide that they know more about my job than I do. The other day a woman started yelling at me because the cinnamon buns were "obviously raspberry, because they're red!" And today some idiot was telling me that I was not charging him properly, because he bought 3 sandwiches, a soup and a salad, claiming he should not have to pay more than $10... Eventually he paid, then mentioned he was going to complain to head office... Why do they insist I'm doing my job wrong? I'm the manager there, trained the owner and have been there for 2 years...

Godspeed sir, that will get you nowhere, head office loves me.

Somnus Interruptus

I sit here, exhausted after maybe 4 hours of sleep from a night of hanging out with friends and sub-sequentially being restless and not sleeping properly. I finally had managed to nod off, when about an hour later I get interrupted by someone using a chainsaw, or something equally as loud, right by my window, and all I can think to myself is: “Why the hell are you doing this at 7am? Why, you douche, why?”

Why is it that people feel the need to do all these projects that require obscenely loud machinery to complete at a time so early that the majority of people are still sleeping? Do you want to be known as “that guy who’s always mowing his lawn at 6am” or “the neighbor with the chainsaw that he incessantly cuts trees with” or even “the leaf blower guy… the goddamn leaf blower guy.” It’s obnoxious and a huge pain in everyone’s ass. Especially when it happens on days where someone is actually able to sleep in for once, you bastards.