What up peeps, so Jason finally told me what the little yellow star on msn is for, and I followed it all the way to here. Long story short, 3 days later and here I am publishing my very first blog. The art of blog. Well I never really kept a diary or wrote journals to myself as a kid growing up in the burbs, so this is pretty new to me, it might not be a fascinating experience, but i guess it's an experience nontheless. So, here goes, big mug of milo, eyes open, fingers ready, time for my rookie ass to start blogging.

 

Well today was just another blue collared (well purple or moroon depending on what shirt I'm wearing) day at work, spending time I'll regret I lost when I'm older serving societies maniacal, crazy, monotonous, freakshow, salad-eating, honkey-doo misfits that brisbane, and in general chermside has to offer, and all before lunch. What I love about my job is that the most ignorant and idiotic people seem to walk through those big double doors, so much so that it's almost comedy central on legs. But by far the worst customer's are (surprisingly not Asian's) but those that complain and whinge like the world's going to end when we don't have something they want. Take this one guy last night, he walks in after our rush hour near closing when we're winding down and order's a 6 inch beef teriyaki. New chick (Janaya) checks but alas, there is no beef teriyaki left, minor setback, customer is still happy so we take his order again, meatballs. Now normally after 8pm there will be enough for a couple of footlongs of meatballs to see the night out but it was a busy night and we sadly were fresh out. Slowly we start to see the cringe creep accross his face as he is struck with disappointment once again, and did I fail to mention we didn't have the bread he wanted either? Third time lucky, he goes for a melt, good choice, not popular, probably cos it's a crap sub. New chick whacks it together and just as she asks for cheese he says "oh, can I get it toasted at all?", to which I had to reply "umm, actually the toaster gets turned off after 8pm," which is met by a not-so-friendly snarl and a grunt, and I swear I heard him let out a few derrogatories under his breath.

 

But carry on we did, and while new chick was putting salads on his sub he quickly had to slip out to the ATM and grab 50 dollars for alcohol. When he came back the coast was looking clear and it looked like we would get out of this slight altercation unscathed, but when he wandered back in, trying to seem happy, he was met with another setback. He wanted to pay by eftpos, but his sub only came to 5.45, and our minimum is 7 straight. Now being the shift supervisor it is my responsibiility to uphold certain protocol in order to optimize the running of this franchise business, but really i just said no and didn't let him use it  to be an asshole, because by this time we were having too much fun at his expense.

 

So he, very unhappily, pulls the 50 bucks he just wandered 100 metres to get out of his wallet and pays for his meal, stamps, change, everyones happy. But he has to walk to the ATM again, get more money out so he can go next door and buy 50 dollars worth of whatever booze he intended to buy beforehand, and as he sets off on his journey it ticks past 9pm, which funnily enough is the closing time for the BWS next to us. HAHA by the time we realised this I could barely stand, or keep my pants dry for that matter, but he still managed to top it. After he himself realised that the store had closed he stormed back into our store in a burning rage. "F this, S that, you mamma this, I can't belive you idiot's made me miss the closing of the bottle-o," startled and scared we just sat put, hoping there wouldn't be a domestic and that we'd walk away with our lives, but while in the store he made a final play. He made a phone call to a roommate or a friend, parts of a conversation which took the general path of "hey man I'm just down at subway and these dickheads have taken so long I missed getting the alcohol. Yeah I'll be back at my place soon...hang on...OH CRAP. I think I locked my keys in my car...." to which i couldn't resist, and burst out laughing at the back of the store, and blurted out "SUCKS TO BE YOU," which was only meant to be heard by my fellow workmates, inbetween my hysterics. Apparently he heard this, and when I walked back out the front of the store after collecting myself he gave me the coldest deathstare and said "you know, I should really complain about this." What was I supposed to say..."Oh ok..have a nice day" was all that came out, which when looking back, really just rubbed salt on a wound now didn't it. So I walked out with my life, but hopefullly I can walk out with my job as well! Call me a sadist (sadist n. The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from cruelty.) but come on, as if you wouldn't have laughed at someone with THAT much bad luck, that was almost as funny as the time a couple had a domestic in the store. But that, my friends, is for another time.

 

Wow. That was pretty long. heh sorry to all of you who sat through that and were utterly disappointed by the ending, but hey, sh*t happens. Well It's late, I'm tired, and I think I should save some material for a second installation of my blog, if the network approves it. So to all you psychotic, crazy-assed, gonna' kill you-you little sarcastic bastard customers out there who blame their bad luck on little old me. Bite me. :). And to everyone else?

 

Goodnight?

See you next time?

Catch.