This about sums up my life right now, in a nutshell: new
job, new home, new life, even a new bed. To quote the MacDonald’s slogan, “I’m loving
it”.
It’s about time. I was really starting to hit a slump in San
Francisco. I was doing the same thing, day after day. I would wake up late,
around 11am, shower, get dressed, brush my teeth and occasionally my hair then
head to the corner to catch muni. 80% of the time there was an issue with
muni-I don’t mean to sound cruel but I swear that every single time someone
decided to traumatize a muni driver and jump in front of a train, it would
happen minutes before my commute to work. Therefore, I would leave an hour
early to prepare for the possibility of jumpers or “technical difficulties”.
Once I would finally make it downtown, I would grab a bite
to eat then head up to H&M. Every time I walked into that store a tiny bit
of my soul tried to escape, ultimately failed, and died. My co-workers, for the
most part, were fine. There was one who was convinced that because she is
black, she can’t be racist, therefore she was evil towards white people, but
she was one crappy person out of maybe 50. Not too bad. It was the customers
who kicked my butt. Why do people think
it’s OK to treat other human beings like shit? I can deal with people not hanging
up their garments after trying them, it’s a pain in ass, but it’s manageable. I
can’t deal with assholes coming out and dropping their clothes on the floor or
demanding I help them immediately (If another customer got there before you,
they get helped first, that’s just human etiquette). I also was over the
assholes yelling at me over the state sanctioned $0.10 bag tax. Come on people,
if you have such a huge issue with spending 10 cents on a bag, reuse old ones
or buy a reusable one, but don’t shoot the fucking messenger. I had nothing to
do with the tax. I didn't say, “that girl is ugly, I’m going to charge her 10
cents”, although I thought it; I simply enforced the new law. On that note, if
you’re pissed off about a company policy, don’t yell at the employees call
corporate and yell at them. Employees don’t make the fucking rules. We simply
enforce them.
I was in Walgreens the other night and watched as a man made
an employee cry, because he was too stupid to understand the wording on the
sign. It said something about buying two 80 count bottles of Tylenol cold and
getting $5 off. He bought regular Tylenol and bitched that the word cold was
small and misleading and demanded $5 off. She explained that is was only for
that one type of Tylenol. He proceeded
to call her an incompetent bitch and went off on not only how misleading the
sign was and how “horrible” walgreens is, he also told her that she was purposely
targeting him because he was an attractive male (he was 50-something, balding
and had a beer belly-he was dead serious about thinking he was hot shit). He
told her to get over not being the “popular” girl in high school. He finished
by telling her to look around, that this was the best her life would be; then
stormed out of the store. She tried to keep her composure, but seconds later
she called for a break and ran to the backroom crying; all because the fat
idiot couldn't read the sign properly.
If I had a dollar for all the jerks who spoke to me like
that, I’d probably have a few thousand bucks. Nothing too amazing, but enough
to buy myself a pretty present. And yes, there were a few that made me cry.
I like to think that Karma will come back and push all of those
assholes in front on muni trains, but then again, that would mean someone else
would be late for work as a result.
In conclusion, I cannot express how happy I am to no longer
have to deal with the low-life customers at H&M. I’m also thrilled to longer
have the nickname “clear bitch”. I think this new chapter of my life will be a
positive one. More to come as I get used to life away from San Francisco.
