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For some reason the manager decided to give us a light crew on a holiday weekend. And the fucking loonies were out tonight. One wished me a Happy Pon Farr. Which I suppose is nice, if I were in fucking heat!
Another was some asshole who tried to rearrange my current affairs to suit his tastes. I asked him; "Sir are you rearranging my table?" I got accused of censoring him. I wish to hell I could tell these people what I think of them sometimes, without repercussion.
I'm a little tired of customers at the moment. Of their messes, their stupid attitudes. The assumption that I'm stupid because I haven't heard of whatever crap they're slinging at me. Tonight's idiotic request (accompanied by a superior attitude) was a request for Beatty mathematics. Doing a search I see that it's something called a Beatty sequence. *shrugs* He had no title, no book, but dadnubbit, I should be able to find a book about it, shouldn't I?
Vacation, two weeks. I am so fucking ready for it!
Another was some asshole who tried to rearrange my current affairs to suit his tastes. I asked him; "Sir are you rearranging my table?" I got accused of censoring him. I wish to hell I could tell these people what I think of them sometimes, without repercussion.
I'm a little tired of customers at the moment. Of their messes, their stupid attitudes. The assumption that I'm stupid because I haven't heard of whatever crap they're slinging at me. Tonight's idiotic request (accompanied by a superior attitude) was a request for Beatty mathematics. Doing a search I see that it's something called a Beatty sequence. *shrugs* He had no title, no book, but dadnubbit, I should be able to find a book about it, shouldn't I?
Vacation, two weeks. I am so fucking ready for it!
