2004-10-18
1:47 p.m.
i feel like a big pile of dog vomit.
in lieu of attending my monday afternoon desktop publishing class today, i am sitting in the campus library, because i'm entirely too out of it to attend class today and i could really use the three hours of peace away from home.
arrgh, leave it to me to pick the station in the library with the partially unresponsive spacebar.
work yesterday was, as usual, a mind-numbing test of strength, will, and patience, during which i was basically accused of having it out for one of our (former)customers when in all honesty, i don't remember ever meeting the woman before in my life. i do not care NEARLY enough about ANY of my store's customers (save my friends who shop there, and the REALLY nice ones who apparently think it's appropriate to tip their local video store clerk) to carry any kind of grudge against any of them. i will become annoyed with them. i will wonder how much i can get for their organs on the black market. but unless they particularly irk me, i will forget them at the end of the day. i never really like going to work, but yesterday was an absolute challenge to not have a deep, burning hatred for every single customer in the store. we're talking about the kind of hatred that burns off your eyebrows and leaves scorch marks on your soul. like johnnie walker black.
so obviously, i'm not Customer Service Barbie, and if i was, i'd probably kill myself to stop the disease from spreading. but i don't hiss at every customer unfortunate enough to cross my path. i paint the smile on and use my Disney's Snow White Voice. i laugh at their stupid jokes and am very obliging when they have complaints. i do my best to respectfully decline when i am hit on and i keep my comments about how i could probably get an easy fifty grand if i sold their toddler (who is gleefully throwing merchandise on the floor) to the right trader overseas, to myself. however, i'm getting off the topic. i'm really not exaggerating when i say that 85% of everybody who walked through the front door of the video store last night acted like a snippy little bitch, and there are some days when even Customer Service Barbie is going to want to crack a few skulls.
but onto something i actually do like, (i'll bet you didn't know one of those lists existed.) and that is the transcript from October 15th's Crossfire with the one and only Jon Stewart as the guest. i fucking love Jon Stewart. the Daily Show is absolutely brilliant and his first book, Naked Pictures of Famous People, is one of the funniest things ever committed to print. i don't expect anything less of his new book.
basically? i'd hit it.
i don't watch Crossfire, because i'm entirely too self-absorbed to take any interest in politics, or really in the news in general too much, but i would have watched this one. unfortunately,i was at work. one of my favorite excerpts:
STEWART: You know, the interesting thing I have is, you have a responsibility to the public discourse, and you fail miserably.
CARLSON: You need to get a job at a journalism school, I think.
STEWART: You need to go to one. The thing that I want to say is, when you have people on for just knee-jerk, reactionary talk...
CARLSON: Wait. I thought you were going to be funny. Come on. Be funny.
STEWART: No. No. I'm not going to be your monkey.
damn, he's quick on the trigger.
hopefully tomorrow i'll feel a little more human and less like regurgitated snausages.