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.

Work misery

Just a quick note,

When I'm working at saint cinnamon and go to use the washroom in Deco Decouverte, people almost always stop me, in my saint cinnamon uniform, asking me where certain things are, thinking that I'm an employee of Deco decouverte... My uniform is black with gold writing, Deco's is blue with white/black writing and nametags... How the hell do they mistake that?That is all.

Drivers, Pedestrians and Bikers

If there's one thing that pisses me off on a daily basis it’s the general public, especially when I’m driving, and here’s why;

Other drivers pull off some of the dumbest shit imaginable. For some reason no one wants to follow the guidelines to conduct within parking lots here, it really is a free for all, and for some reason around Cote Vertu it gets even worse, where that parking lot mentality apparently applies to the entire area, I’ve been cut off and honked at for going on a green light when some random driver clearly blasted through a red, considering I was the third car to go past the intersection on my light. I’ve been driving at 3am on highway 40, doing about 130 in the middle lane, scarcely any other cars on the road, when some dumbass comes flying from behind in the right lane going maybe 160, swerves to the middle lane, screeches down to my speed while honking and flashing their high-beams. I’m just tired and want to get home, so naturally I just think to myself “fuck it, this guy is probably drunk or something, so I’m just going to move over to the right.” Only when I do move, this guy stays behind me and moves over to the right lane, continuously flashing his high-beams. At this point I’m getting thoroughly pissed and pretty worried that this guy is going to pull some even dumber shit, so I put on my four way flashers and lightly tap the break so that my lights go on. This causes him to swerve wildly into the middle lane and honk even more. He then goes up next to my car, rolls down his window and yells, completely seriously, “What the fuck is wrong with you! You’re going to get someone killed driving like an idiot!” Needless to say I calmly rolled my window up, continued on the highway the remaining three exits and made my way home. By that I of course mean I looked at him, yelled “Fuck off you psycho.” and proceeded to gun it home. Not to mention when stopped at a stoplight getting rear-ended by a businessman in his “brand new BMW” which, obviously, gets the front bumper completely wrecked while my ’94 Chrysler stands intact with its solid-as-hell construction, stating that I would have to pay for the damages, claiming I stopped out of nowhere.

Bikers are a whole breed of piss off when I’m driving, for completely different reasons when I’m in the West Island and Downtown. When I’m Downtown the bikers both piss me off and scare the shit out of me for pulling off some really dumbass shit, like, say, blasting through a red, hitting the side-mirror of a car that is stopped in the middle lane, breaking off said mirror, flying off their bike and scraping up their arms and legs. Then when the driver gets out of the car to check if the biker is okay after such an idiotic stunt, proceeding to advance towards the driver angrily, yelling and swearing, claiming the car hit them and threatening to sue. Also when driving anywhere in the area they come out of every side-street and alley, cutting across traffic with no regards for anyone’s (least of all their own) safety. In the West Island it’s a whole different story. The bikers there seem to be in a whole world of their own, still giving no regards to the fact that they are indeed on a road where cars exist and drive, biking leisurely along, whether they are alone on in a group, inevitably riding in the middle or taking up an entire lane, then getting flustered and angry when cars honk at them for not being where they should.

Pedestrians are just plain retarded, only starting to walk when they have maybe 5 seconds left to cross a large intersection, then walking as slowly as possible and giving cars that honk at them dirty looks while they continue to walk, slowly, in front of oncoming traffic. They also need to pay a hell of a lot more attention to what is going on when they decide to try and jay-walk on a busy street and act like squirrels who start to run, then halfway notice a car so they run right back where they came from, almost running into another car on their way. Also, when I decide to be courteous enough to stop my car to let people cross, they look at me as I motion for them to go, they stare at me so I say “screw it, I have somewhere I need to be” then start to move. Right at that moment is when they decide to walk, swearing at me and flipping me off for “almost hitting them.” Once again, the worst offenders all seem to reside in Cote Vertu, where everyone just seems to be in the biggest rush with the least regard for signs and other people’s safety and lives.

To make a long story short, when I’m driving, in general I absolutely despise every single other person on the road, but I don’t believe I could hate driving anywhere more than I hate driving around Cote Vertu and its labyrinthine streets.