miscellany
- If you were applying for a new job, would you use your preferred name for the first week and before? OR would you apply and be introduced to everyone as your "other" (though official), unpreferred and dissimilar to preferred name name? That has happened here in the office. I just discovered new guy isn't quite who he claimed to be. Annoying, yes? Possibly shady, no? I agree on both counts. Strike one new guy, strike one.
- If someone is selling candy bars to raise money for a high school band, I'm essentially like morally obligated to buy some, right? Visions of losing weight notwithstanding, of course.
- I bought a pop at the convenient-type store, one of the 20 oz. jobs. It was $1.08. I gave the women 2 dollars. She's standing there with the register open and repeats, "One, oh eight." "Didn't I give you two dollars?" I clearly phrased the question so as to lead her to say yes and give me my change, but instead she says no and kind of motions towards the register where she had already filed the dollar bill($). I'm not sure how the stack of 20 or so singles established anything, but whatever. We all know my propensity for giving in to social pressure of any kind. I also quickly deduced that there was pretty much no way to prove that I had given her 2 dollars, barring recalling the serial numbers on the bills . . . unfortunately I had yet to commit them to memory. I added, "I'm pretty sure I gave you two . . ." in an innocent-type, trailing off kind of voice and promptly handed her another GW. Is their no end to my financial benevolence? Or my stupidity?
- Speaking of money, though I try to keep this blog completely detached from all serious matters, don't be a cheap bastard. Give the hurricane folks some money. All the cool kids are doing it. Don't you want to be cool? Mainly I write this because I don't want to seem cold and heartless. I know 3 of the 8 of you have been thinking, "This idiot is writing about jlo's ass when New Orleans is completely submerged?" I do care, but I figure you don't come here for the important stuff. If you do, God help us all (but especially you).
posted by roger at 4:06 PM
5 Comments:
That was fast! I wasn't able to turn on the comments thing before the secrets of internet success comment. Sheesh. But it does say my blog is great, which is kind of nice.
5:48 PM
You know MC, the customer is always right. So, you say sternly "Look bitch, I gave you two bucks, do I have to invoke my right to summon your manager?" Just then, you realize she is the manager. At which point you give in and give her another dollar.
I know what ya mean.
9:09 PM
Hey Roger, I know someone who could slash that convenient store clerk's tires with a fishing knife for you!!!! I knew there was a good reason for keeping him around...
5:34 AM
I'm with HDD on the candy bar thing. She's brilliant so I've learned to simply agree with her on everything.
Have you ever stopped to consider that convenience store cashiers may have specifically targeted you? I'm pretty sure they have meetings about it and everything.
8:15 AM
HDD: I have somehow managed to avoid eye contact with the candy all week and have yet to succumb to their siren's call. But they look oh-so tasty.
NH/NW: You're telling me. The thing is is it doesn't really upset me. I don't get much flash anger. I think about it later and it might kind of upset me, but by then it's like 3 hours later and who looks like a big jerk berating some old lady for something that happened hours ago over a dollar? I'm the jerk. See how much easier it would have been if I yelled at her right away?
NYM: ha ha. (If you don't get it, go read this. Offering advice on men is optional.)
Joe: I'm quite convinced I'm prominently featured at all hobo conventions. For now I will consider this clerk incident an anomaly . . . for now.
10:16 AM
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