I'm thinking that probably zero, maybe one or two people will read this aside from me, and the chances of someone I actually know laying eyes on it are even slimmer, so I can be honest. So if you are that one person of two - basically if you are not me and you are reading this - it's all true.
I don't really know how to start this. Jumping into some philosophical rant about anything just doesn't appeal to me right now. My life story is way too long to fit into this text box, and the day I had today was way too boring to even bother putting in it. But, I suppose that's a start, and I have to start somewhere.
Today I drove into town to go to work. I work full-time at a dry cleaning shop. I'm not too proud of the fact that this is what I'm doing at the age of 24, when my friends are all engineers and teachers and other important professions. I can't really figure out how I ended up here either. Three months ago I was the editor of a small but profitable newspaper in another city in Texas; I had lots of friends, and was going to get married. Then things happened and now I live with my parents and work at a dry cleaning shop.
It's so funny how things can just completely change so quickly. But I was talking about my day, not The Whole Year, so I'll get back to that.
So I drove in to town. I got to work, and my boss was in a fussy mood. The other girl that I work with, I'll call her the pregnant one because she is, she was getting fussed at as well. We were annoyed by this and had a nice time dissecting the fussy mood of the boss after she left this afternoon.
Customers were also rude to us today. I do not understand this about people. The last thing you should do if you are not pleased with some product or service is to yell at the person with whom you have direct contact at said product or service providing establishment. Do not yell at the dry cleaning counter girl, because she might accidentally mix your $2,000 custom-made coat in with the outerwear sent to a local charity group. Not that I would actually do this, but it did happen at the place where I work (before I started working there) and you'd be surprised at how little the laws do to protect dry cleaning customers.
The owner of this coat, who does have a receipt showing that he paid $1,876 for it in 1994, was shocked to learn that the $175 we offered him in restitution was not in fact "insulting" as he called it, but was the legal limit for what we had to pay him for losing his coat.
He's alright, and when he comes in once a week to see if we've found it yet he doesn't yell at us, and even gives us candies. But, his wife does yell at us (those are the most annoying kind of people - men/women who send their wives/husbands out to yell at people for them in some "if we don't get them one way, well get them another way!" sort of tag-team effort) and when they sent us a letter with the copy of the receipt, they enclosed one of those awful "Are You Prepared to Walk With Jesus?" pamphlets that religious zealots like to hand out. Yuck.
This was totally not about my day, but like I said, it was boring anyway. I'll try to stay on topic next time.
I don't really know how to start this. Jumping into some philosophical rant about anything just doesn't appeal to me right now. My life story is way too long to fit into this text box, and the day I had today was way too boring to even bother putting in it. But, I suppose that's a start, and I have to start somewhere.
Today I drove into town to go to work. I work full-time at a dry cleaning shop. I'm not too proud of the fact that this is what I'm doing at the age of 24, when my friends are all engineers and teachers and other important professions. I can't really figure out how I ended up here either. Three months ago I was the editor of a small but profitable newspaper in another city in Texas; I had lots of friends, and was going to get married. Then things happened and now I live with my parents and work at a dry cleaning shop.
It's so funny how things can just completely change so quickly. But I was talking about my day, not The Whole Year, so I'll get back to that.
So I drove in to town. I got to work, and my boss was in a fussy mood. The other girl that I work with, I'll call her the pregnant one because she is, she was getting fussed at as well. We were annoyed by this and had a nice time dissecting the fussy mood of the boss after she left this afternoon.
Customers were also rude to us today. I do not understand this about people. The last thing you should do if you are not pleased with some product or service is to yell at the person with whom you have direct contact at said product or service providing establishment. Do not yell at the dry cleaning counter girl, because she might accidentally mix your $2,000 custom-made coat in with the outerwear sent to a local charity group. Not that I would actually do this, but it did happen at the place where I work (before I started working there) and you'd be surprised at how little the laws do to protect dry cleaning customers.
The owner of this coat, who does have a receipt showing that he paid $1,876 for it in 1994, was shocked to learn that the $175 we offered him in restitution was not in fact "insulting" as he called it, but was the legal limit for what we had to pay him for losing his coat.
He's alright, and when he comes in once a week to see if we've found it yet he doesn't yell at us, and even gives us candies. But, his wife does yell at us (those are the most annoying kind of people - men/women who send their wives/husbands out to yell at people for them in some "if we don't get them one way, well get them another way!" sort of tag-team effort) and when they sent us a letter with the copy of the receipt, they enclosed one of those awful "Are You Prepared to Walk With Jesus?" pamphlets that religious zealots like to hand out. Yuck.
This was totally not about my day, but like I said, it was boring anyway. I'll try to stay on topic next time.
