Note To Self:
Next time I decide to out on my Proactive Game Fixer hat and try to uninstall/reinstall a game on my computer…remember to not be a dick head and lose the serial number. *face palm* Two hours later and an awkward online chat session with Bill from the EA support centre, I’m finally 12 installation minutes away from having Sims3 back in my life, hopefully bug free. Such a cool...
So.. I haven’t had any internet in like half a month, hence the massive lack of existence on this here little bloggity-blog. How the hell have I survived? I wish I could say, by getting and maintaining a life, however this is very unlikely to ever happen. Pretty much, I replaced staying up till 5am ogling shiny things and giggling at kittens, with staying up till 5am playing Sims and...
I’m really not feeling like posting anything anymore. My alcohol consumption has failed to do anything, and Boyfriend has just called me, drunk, indicating that he has had an awful night due to his piece of shit friends abandoning him in the city. So I pretty much feel like going to bed, reading manga and trying to avoid plotting murderous activities involving people that don’t...
Why I Need A New Job...
So, this is a BIG call...but, today, I think I quite possibly worked with the most annoyingly fucked individual in the history of my time at McDonalds. His name is Sebastian and he going to be known as the CUNTASAURUS from now on. Such an epic douche. I want to staple things to him.
Here is an idea of why:
BACKGROUND INFO: At McDonalds (for all you lucky kids who don't work there) you must always have something to do, clean, stock, pretend to look busy with and this child does not understand this. Here is how it went when I tried to teach him.
Me: "Hey, Sebastian, since you aren't doing anything, here's a list full of things you can stock up."
Me: blinks "Aaaah, yes?" shoves list at boy
Sebastian: "Why do I have to do it? You do it."
Me: "...No, pal. I have cafe and you are on front. It's your job."
Sebastian: "Nah, it isn't. It never has been before."
Me: "...Yeah...well, it is...sooooo GO."
So off he toddled, mumbling about being a douche all the while. He came back moments later with a half filled basket with like a 1/4 of what was on the list.
Sebastian: "So, here's all the shit. I got ya lids and some straws and shit."
Me: "Cool. So, where are the bags and you know...the rest of the list?"
Sebastian: "Did I have to get ALL of it?"
Me: stares, searching for any sign that he might be joking. "Ah...That's kinda why I gave you the WHOLE list, yeah. So I'll take this, you go and get the rest, okay?"
Sebastian: "But I don't even know what half of this shit means. What the fuck is a 'sml cup'?"
Me: dies inside and restrains self from smacking boy. "Small cups? As in the small cups you put small drinks in? As in...???"
Sebastian: "Oh...Can't you get it? I've already been out once."
Me: "Off you go."
So he goes out again. This time he comes back and starts putting things away and then comes to me and tells me he's done.
Me: "Where are the bags?"
Sebastian: "They're KICKIN' IT over here." Now, wtf is kickin it? Serously? Kickin it? Am I that old? I don't even...
Me: "...okaaay. Can you go and get sauces now?"
Sebastian: capitals for effect "HOW ABOUT YOU USE SOME INITIATIVE AND GO GET THEM YOURSELF?"
Me: "Or perhaps you could apply that sentence to YOURself?"
Sebastian: "...what? You're messing with my mind..." (I'm not even kidding this is exactly what he said.) "Like seriously, normally at this time, I'm out KICKIN' IT and shit with ma mates and shit. Like gettin' down and spending like $300 and partying."
Me: Shutup. You are not. It is 9pm on a Thursday. You are twelve. Get out. "Cool, but at the moment you're here, so go get some sauce."
Sebastian: "This is fucked. I shouldn't have to do all this. It's like discrimination."
Sebastian: "Coz I'm the only one doing it."
Me: "Everyone else is busy working too, and stocking up their own areas. And I'm helping you as well as doing my job. You have no customers, what else would you even be doing??"
Sebastian: "Just KICKIN' IT and relaxin'. None of this stock up shit. I mean fuck, who said I had to do it anyway?"
Me: I dunno, your work description you little fuck? "...That's what you have to do when you do front..."
Sebastian: "But I came here to work. Not do this."
Me: O.O "...What....But...Why....this IS work? What else would you be doing?"
Sebastian: "Just KICKIN' IT"
Me: Can I Kick you in the face? "Well the sooner, you're done stocking up, the sooner you can 'kick it'"
I was pretty much rendered speechless by his whole attitude and had to hold myself back from drowning him in the sundae machine.
To top it off, when he finished, this happened:
Sebastian: "Can I pay with EFT-DOG?"
Me: "...Excuse me?"
Sebastian: holds up card
Me: "...do....do you mean EFTPOS?"
Excuse me while I go and kill myself due to the lack of intelligence in some children today. Apparently, when was he was being taught how to work drive thru he also described the button that allows you to communicate with other head set wearers as GHETTO. I need to poison him.
Therefore, I dub thee- CUNTOSAURUS DERPINGTON.