Current mood:	amused
Current music:	Tones On Tail- Go!

"Swap your dull grey thoughts for demands you can stand up to."
I am sitting in my store waiting for Ang to get off work so we can get food before practice. I have opened about a gillion tabs on three different windows full of surveys and fanfics to do when I'm at home and don't have the internet. I wish for it soon.

I saw this girl waiting for the bus today with a shirt on that said-

I Trust Severus Snape

(Albus did.)
It was awesome. I should look for that on ebay.

I've been wanting to read more HP fanfic lately (and watch the movies) since I've made these Harry Potter Sims. LOL. I just do that to see them interact with each other. It's funny b/c I don't even play with it that much. It's too damn hard to take care of them. I just want it to run itself.

Today I totally laughed in a customer's face b/c she was so retarded. We really have been getting a bunch of freakin' idiots in the store for some reason lately. Now, this happens all the time where someone orders, let's say, a large iced tea and when they go to pick it up a small (hot) latte is sitting there and they pick it up and take it instead. Happens all the freaking time with every kind of drink, but it's funnier when something like that (hot/cold, small/large) happens. It's funnier when instead of taking the drink away they ask one of us, "Is this my drink?" First of all, I don't fucking know what your drink is; do you think they transmit every drink ordered into my brain? Second, oh, you ordered a LARGE COLD drink? Does that look LARGE or COLD to you? Today, this woman ordered a small cup of cold apple juice. Now, what she was trying to take WAS small, I'll give her that. But it was a coffee. Doh! Only coffees and teas come up right at the register, but I forgive people that b/c the ones that take the wrong thing there are usually first-timers. This lady picked up the 200 degree cup of coffee, held it in her hand (thus feeling the temperature of the drink), and asked me if it was her cold apple juice. Are you fucking kidding me? I was like, "No, that's a HOT COFFEE. Your COLD APPLE JUICE will be up at the bar" and pointed. She looked at me then the bar and as she started to walk away I just burst out laughing hysterically. She looked at me, and I had to walk away quickly so she didn't get too offended. I can usually hold in my laughter until the idiots are gone then talk about them to my fellow baristas, but it was a crazy fucking morning. Man.

And yes, we do talk about you when you leave.

And yes, we will give you decaf if you piss us off or are pregnant and order some super caffeinated drink. Don't destroy the next generation's brain cells any more than you're going to already.

All right, I guess that's all I have to say right now. I should be writing this one-act play thing I'm quasi-working on now while I have ideas in my head, but internets! And then on to play practice where all my intelligence will be effectively exterminated.

BTW- if you want free tickets to see my show, The Importance of Being Earnest, let me know. They're trying to fill up the audience on opening night, and I have a several hundred free tickets to give out!

Until next time, Cruel World...