Sweet Mary

Just a minor update.
Yesterday I had a long long day at work.
It was a full moon so the customers were being extra asshole-like.
We were not amused.

Last night Mr. Jenner and I met Claire and the legendary tall boyfriend at the Moore and we saw Steven Wright.
It was tres funny.
Mr. Jenner nearly had to be carried out on a stretcher.
This is the man legendary for the joke, "I went to a place where you could order breakfast anytime. I ordered french toast in the Renaissance."

Then Mr. Jenner and I went to Le Pichet. More on that later. Imagine...food and more food.

Now I must go to work.

*falls down and begins sleeping*

I will kill all ya feckless fucks and burn down your house. I like pie.

Fuck you and fuck you too.
RAWR!!!!!!!!

Now that I have that out of my system I may be a little more coherent. At the very least I should be semi-civilized.
It has been one of those days.

bovril asked for more details on the piss poor behavior of customers.

Yesterday I rang up a customer he wandered off. It seems he said, "thank you" but I did not hear him. I am a trifle hard of hearing so now and then I may not hear people. It often becomes more difficult when you have the noise of air-conditioning, people and the general ringing that is constant in my ears going on all at once.
I was beginning to help another customer when the former customer cuts right in front of the gentleman, shows me the change I gave him and said, "You know I said thank you." He said it in this accusatory voice which took me by surprise. I said, "did you?" He then said, "you know you are supposed to say you are welcome." I smiled while gritting my teeth (you know the way I grit my teeth at work I will have teeth like Dakota Fanning in two years) and said, "I am so terribly sorry sir. I am slightly deaf and I may not have heard you. Accept my deepest apologies for malice was not intended." He stared and me and said, "well??? Are you going to say it?" I let the smile go and said, "what would you like to me say?" He said, "say it! Say you are welcome."
I said, "here...you are welcome. Happy?"
He stalked off.
Now let us examine the situation. While I did not intend to violate his sensitive constitution one might say I committed a social blunder I figure my poor hearing might excuse that a little.
Is he not the ruder individual for A. pointing out this indiscretion and B. for interrupting someone to tell this to me?
That is what I thought. I didn't rush after him and beat him senseless with a copy of Joyce but I was so tempted.
Death by "Ulysses"
Imagine the humour in that situation.

I had a customer today come up to me and say, "Can't reach it." I was a bit confused as to what she could not reach. Clear communication may not be her forte.
She said, "I can't reach the book."
She didn't say, "excuse me but I am having trouble reaching a book could you assist me"
She said, "I can't reach the book." This individual assumed I knew exactly what she was talking about and that I was her Mommy.
I inquired as to what I might help her with. I had to laugh because two feet away from the slightly out of reach book was a step-ladder.
I moved the step-ladder two feet. Handed her the book and walked away.
This woman was taller then me.
*coughs slightly*

A customer asked if we had the Da Vinci Code in paperback. I explained nicely that it won't be available until June. He proceeded to bitch at me that in Canada it was in paperback and then he noticed another book and said, "is that like that Under the Tuscan crap?"
Pretty much anything he saw he shat on.
Good for him.

So fuck all of you.
Stay home, order your books online until you can come out and play nice.

I need to eat me some chocolate.
I may post later when I am feeling less hostile.

chicken

Tonight I don't know what I am making. So far I have made an onion and butter risotto. At the moment I have some chicken marinating in olive oil, spanish balsamic vinegar, chopped tomatoes, salt, and freshly squeeze lime juice. I am not exactly sure will come of this but I have this loose notion of sauteing the chicken, maybe adding more lime juice and possibly roasting some bell pepper and serving that with the dinner.
Nothing is concrete at the moment but I will post later on when I figure out what will happen.

I felt much better about humanity after having some cheese flavored chips and some orange juice. And some chocolate too. But that is given.
Maybe not that much better but a little less murderous.
Some of that cheerful feeling was shot after hearing more about the abuse of prisoners in Iraq. I am not entirely surprised but the whole situation is truly shameful. I admit one of the more embarrassing aspects of those photographs is the fact that there are women soldiers participating in the torture and abuse.
One shouldn't generalize but there is this feeling one has that a woman would know better then to do that. If that was the case we wouldn't have female serial killers, The Blood Countess or countless other awful women in history.
I wish I could apologize to each and every person in Iraq for the U.S. foreign policy, the treatment of people in Iraq and for well...everything.
I suppose for those horrible people it was easy to torture the people like that by not thinking of them as human.

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Now let's look at soothing pictures and think happy thoughts of cocktails and bunny rabbits.
( ommmm )

good lordy mabel

"Friends" was comfortably predictable. Much like instant mashed potatoes. I like a little instant mashed potatoes now and then with extra butter and salt.
'nuff said.

Have I mentioned lately that I want to do a commercial for Aveda. I do believe they have saved my hair. It is beginning to look the way it used to...only better.
*cries* Look at me...testifying like it was Jesus or something.