So, I have no patience anymore? :(

Hey my foxy bloggers, (All 2 of you!)


So....I work for this grocery store. (In order to keep my job, I'll use different names, that way I don't get raped for complaining about my LOVELY work environment...NAHHHHTT.)


Okay, so I work ain this store. And It blows. Tonight especially, I was geting bitched out for EVERYTHING. I know, It's so great right? The nights higllights include:


1) A lady bitching it ME because THE LADY IN FRONT OF HER was checkig out her groceries too slow...Somehow this is MY FAULT!?

"Why the hell do you let stupid people use these machines? SEE, I CAN USE THIS WITHOUT BEING RETARDED. I swear to god, that Chick needs to go o a normal fricken register!"


My thoughts?: How 'bout you SHUT UP AND WAIT 2 SECONDS. RUDE.

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2) A customer absoultely RAGING at a credit card machine, and flips shit when I try to help her. Apparently, if I touch her card, I'll obviously steal it and her identity, cause you know, That's wh my store employs me. Naaaahhhtt.

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3) When people ask me where things are, and get Pissed when I know we DON'T Carry it. Sorry we don't have this rare, almost impossible to find spice you need for your fancy Bavarian recipe. If you're that much of a chef, you should know that your spice is only sold in specialty stores. NOOOOOBBBBB.
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4) When people in general yell at me for NO REASON.

Don't be rude to me; I'm not rude to you, so how about you Stop fucking yelling at me, and I help you out, Mkay darling!? MKKKAAAAAY.
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5) When customers think they know what they're doing better then I do.

Y'know, I've only worked here for two years, but you OBVIOUSLY know how to do MY JOB, which YOU'VE never done, more efficiently then I do. I don't come to your crappy job, and tell you how to do it; DON'T DO IT TO ME. I KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING.
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6)When one of my managers, (I'll call her.....Eileen..) Thinks it's okay to make me do things, when I'm obviously in the middle of something important. I'll be like, changing the money, (which is, in fact very important), and she'll tell me to go do something that can TOTALLY WAIT. My other favorite? When she constantly DEMANDS to know WHY I'm doing what I'm doing...


Guess what?
I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING.


If you want me to do something different, I'd be glad to!
But why are you getting all mad? WOULD YOU RATHER I STAND AROUND AND DO NOTHING?


..Yeah, I thought so.





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Just in general, I'm running out of patience with people walking ALL OVER ME. OKAY!?


I consider myself pretty laid back and relaxed, but that doesn't mean you can completely bitch me out 24/7. If I'm doing something wrong, THERE'S AN APPOPRIATE WAY TO TELL ME.



I'm not gonna be your fucking doormat anymore.
I know I have to be respectful; I will never be rude to a customer, or to my manager.
At the same time, I don't want people treating me like shit.
I think i'm better than that, Thanks.

Impatiently yours,

Chris!

Good Ole AP...

I really don't know how something so seemingly inconsequential can stress me out so much. BUT I CAN'T help it. I'm feeling so stressed right now, and I hate it. If I knew it would be like this, I never would done all this work.. I can't believe I have to wait like 2095678206726 years to know whether or not I suceeded.

I'm such a negaive Nancy....

Hola, Blogger Bitches!

I'm in such a good mood.






That's all.

I honestly don't know why I bother.

So.....Here we go again.



I thought I finally had a chance. But GUESS WHAT!?


I was wrong; big fucking shock.



I don't know why I bother trying to find someone. It seems like the second I'm ready to put myself out there, I get another reason NOT TO.


FML?


I think so.
Hope things look up.


Bye Blogger bitches,

Chris.

Tomorrow.

I need to get this out.


I'm listening to Tomorrow from Annie right now. I know, you can make all the fun of me you want later. Right now, I need you all to listen:


The world is a wondrous place. It is full of beautiful people, amazing places, and great things. However, this world isn't such a beautiful place for everyone. There are people in the world who suffer every day, never knowing what this "Tomorrow" is. They can't make it through the day with that little hope that tomorrow might be better. These are the poor, down-trodden souls that starve, suffer, and die everyday. I was listening to "Tomorrow" from "Annie", and this thought suddenly hit me. I never realized how lucky I am to be able to say, "Today was terrible, but tomorrow will be a better day". While we sleep in our warm, cozy beds, there are people sleeping in the streets. There are people on our planet that are dying of hunger, and disease. So many of us pity them, yet so few of us reach out a hand those in need. In Africa, there are countries that such a level of hunger, that they resort to eating ANYTHING they can find. even in our own country, there are people; men, women, children; Families. There are people everywhere who need our help.

Don't think it doesn't effect you. Poverty doesn't care about your nation, race, age, or sex. Poverty pities no one. Ismene from Ecuador isn't the only one going to bed hungry every night. It could be that kid that sits in the back of your math class; It could be that guy you passed on the street. It could be that girl you work with who is trying to pick up extra shifts to feed her family. Don't just assume poverty is in the third world.

Whether it is in the the next town over, or the next world over, it is up to everyone to help those in need. I want to make this world a place where everyone has a "Tomorrow" that they can live for. I want to make the world a place where people can brush themselves off, and just say, "I can make the most of this".

I want to challenge all of you, right now. Find one way to help someone you know is in need. Donate to a local charity, volunteer at a soup kitchen. Just help out. I'm going to. When I get the time, I'll volunteer. I already donate to the United Way, but I wanna do more.


Poverty is everyone's problem, and we are the only ones who can fix it.

Prayers for Bobby.

I felt the need to blog about this.


I just got through watching "Prayers for Bobby" on Lifetime. (I know, you can flame me for watching Lifetime later.) But watching that movie, I must say, has been one of the most interesting movie related experiences of my life. I watched it with both of my parents, which I thought was pretty awkward at the beginning. I'm "out" to both of them, but it's a topic we never really discuss, and whenever we DO discuss it, it sometimes ends in a little bit of a tiff. My parent's are not thrilled with my sexuality, which until recently my mother believed to be a choice; At the same time, they don;t like, condemn me either. I don't know; we kind of watched through it, and I kept saying, "This is like my life, minus the religion".

But then, halfway through the movie....
Bobby, the gay son, kills himself by jumping off a bridge.

Something about that scene made me have an epiphany. I refuse to go out like that. I feel blessed that I have never felt so insecure, or scared about who I am to resort to suicide. To a degree, the movie made me open my eyes to how lucky I really am.