people-are-assholes

No okay this isn’t funny. If you do this, you’re actually an asshole.

First of all, your entitled ass doesn’t get to decide whether or not you think someone “needs” skim/non-fat milk. That is the customer’s choice, and you respect that whether your high and mighty ego likes it or not.

Second of all, I don’t get “skinny” because I want to be thin. I get it because I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome, and I have basically since I was born. You know what happens when I drink full cream milk? Stomach cramps - and not just average stomach pain cramps. I FEEL the pain from INSIDE. Ever felt a stabbing pain from inside your gut? It’s excruciating, and most of the time I am hobbled over because I cannot walk.

Even if I didn’t have IBS, YOU DON’T DO THIS. It’s beyond douchebag-y, and it shows how much of an entitled ass you are. Get off your high horse and if you ever gave me full-cream milk (and I know), I will ensure I stand next to you while the cramping and agony you have caused me passes via a gas that would rival a smoke bomb. I have no shame admitting that.

Nick making me laugh by responding to the information that people aren’t being nice to Harry’s rumoured gf with “sorry about that, just couldn’t help myself” before segueing seamlessly into a ridiculous egg related pun and then immediately making me cry saying he “imagines it’s very annoying” getting trolled for dating Harry Styles.

My heart hurts thinking of all the shit he gets online over his friendship with Harry. PROTECT NICK.

I just wanna grump about something.

I went on a walk for lunch and on my way back was a woman on her cell phone with her very young (probably 6 or 7 years old) daughter, who was dragging a wagon bigger than she was of Girl Scout cookies. The interaction went thusly:

Well-dressed woman: *yammering away on her cell phone about some business or another*

Girl: *dragging wagon with noticeable difficulty, looking listless*

Woman: *presses automatic door button for wagon to go through*

Girl: *has visible difficulty getting wagon over door threshold*

Woman: *still on phone, not even looking at daughter, yanks handle of wagon away from daughter*

Me: *notices door closing and holds it open with a smile*

Woman: *ignores me, drags wagon through doorway hitting it on the door frame and knocking several boxes out of the wagon*

Me: *picks up a couple boxes to hand them to woman*

Woman: *removes phone from mouth for about five seconds* She can pick it up, she’s the Girl Scout. *to daughter* Pick it up! *goes back to business call*

The daughter just looked sad and bored the whole time. Like, the daughter clearly doesn’t want to be there, but the mother sees it as a Business Venture to make her daughter look like The Best so she’s dragging her daughter around to talk to strangers (which was not encouraged when I was a Girl Scout, wtf) to Sell More Cookies. Ignoring the daughter completely, ignoring strangers who try to help (which I was taught WAS what Girl Scouts was largely about, was helping people), gets irritated with literal six-year-old for having difficulty with an item bigger and probably about as heavy as her, snaps at strangers for helping because it’s her daughter’s job to pick up a mess she (the adult) made herself, and just…

moral of the story, don’t become one of Those Mothers who sees their daughter’s activities as an obligation for her and you, let her have fucking fun she’s six for god’s sake UGH

Yo dudes, do you ever stop to think about how dehumanized fast food workers are in the eyes of society?  Like, we’ve literally gotten to the point where people stand there and belittle, taunt, and torment a fifteen year old child  at their first job and not only will no one stop them, they will leave feeling superior and good about themselves.  

There is a line and we crossed it a long time ago.

Adventures in Customer Service

One of the accounts I take calls for is the American Red Cross financial donation line. Some people need to be transferred to other departments, some people actually donate. Tonight my co-workers and I had a rude and cursing conspiracy theorist. He interrupts my intro spiel midway and launches into his thing. Apparently, this man was accusing me and the ARC of “billions of dollars in fraud, killing millions of people with [our] blood, and fucking us over like the Al-Qaeda Red Cross”

Dude is crazy.

I said in my gentlest voice “Sir, if you can’t be polite with me, I’m going to have to disconnect with you.” HE. FLIPS. HIS. SHIT. Repeatedly calling me a “stupid bitch” and a “fucking bitch”. So I hung up that first time.

He calls again and mentions the ARC commercial “you’ve been killing millions of people since the 1980s-1990s”
“Well sir I wouldn’t know anything about that (it was before I was born??!?)”
“Stupid bitch you’d better do your FUCKIN research, etc etc”
“Duly noted, sir.” Click.

I’m pissed now. Like, you wanna go, asshole? Let’s play, motherfucker.

He calls a third time. I’m not about to get yelled at again. Fuck that noise. I read my intro bit again, but this time, in Spanish. Silence on the other end of the line. It. Is. Beautiful. I even read the bit where I ask if he can hear me in Spanish.

Don’t expect to repeatedly call me stupid and get away with it. Uh-uh.

So yeah

Quick question: Why the fuck does every single person I know feel the need to make me feel like a piece of shit on the bottom of their shoe because I (me, not them, no one else, just me!) am making the choice to eat less meat and consume less animal products. Why am I made to feel inherently evil, corrupt, bad for making that choice when it has NO, and I repeat NO, effect whatsoever on the dietary choices of others. I’ve never once told someone not to eat meat, or drink milk. I’ve only shared my reasons and beliefs for not doing so. I respect every person has a right to eat what they want to eat, so why can’t everyone else? So fucking sick of being made out to be a villain.