Rascal
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she's a very nice lady. Not a slytherian, notablyYour mom
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she's a very nice lady. Not a slytherian, notablyYour mom
LT:
Not sure if it's a cornfield thing, a societal thing, or just a simple misunderstanding (probably this one) but being a well dressed lad means any store I walk into I get asked if I work there, which makes sense, store dependent, but even in stores with set uniforms (Best Buy, for example) people will still ask if I work there.
I'm not irritated at the questioning, but you know that scientific principle that allows the waiter/ess to ask how your food is as soon as you take a bite, or how you pull the perfect card in Cards Against Humanity as soon as you put down a shitty one? That works against me, coupled with the many curses afflicting me, and people ask the moment I zone out or get really into inspecting whatever product I'm looking to purchase, so I hear "do you work here?" but I'm not grounded in reality enough to respond accordingly, so I just kind of turn and half-ass "Nomsarey?" But they're usually caught up in their assumed response that I don't give, so then they in turn get flustered, and then autopilot a repeat of the question while already of assuming I dont, and they'll say "do you work here?" And I'm like... "oh, no... I'm sorry" and why the hell am I apologizing for not working somewhere? And then they get embarrassed and apologize, but like... God, it's so awkward and sexual we're all but married by this point, and I have to shout that I'm flattered but already taken, and they're all like "what the fuck, I just want to know where electronics is" and then I'm like "oh, yeah, they're back by the toys" and they're like "oh, so you do work here?" and I have to explain to them, patiently, that about 3 and a half years ago I did work at this store, but it was a tough time because of the gal I was dating back then, and I dont like to talk about it, and they usually empathize, shit, we've all had bad relationships and low points in our career, so we share our stories and by this point, damn, we're pretty close and I have to again inform them that I'm married, but honestly, at this point, I've bonded so much with this 83 year old that I dont know if I can say goodbye, but I took a solemn vow when I married, so I tell her to have a good day and go on my way, but... I now understand what it means to leave a piece of me behind.
I either get suspected of being a shoplifter or of working at stores. Seems to depend on how recently I've groomed and if I'm wearing my cap, which can arguably make me look like a homeless person when it's cold out.LT:
Not sure if it's a cornfield thing, a societal thing, or just a simple misunderstanding (probably this one) but being a well dressed lad means any store I walk into I get asked if I work there, which makes sense, store dependent, but even in stores with set uniforms (Best Buy, for example) people will still ask if I work there.
Haha, we don't give each other shit in my family!LT:
It's December, time to spend several hundreds of dollars on gifts and guess what people want.
And when we did, we asked each other and gave them coal if they didn't answer.
i got people in my family a lot of presents last year so i set a bad precedent. now they're expecting me to get them something again even though they know i have no money.
depressing.
Luckily i won't get mad at myself this time. Cuz like, that's just being entitled, expecting to get something just because you got something that one time.I know that feel of unrealistic expectations. Hate that stuff, and I tend to blame myself most of the time for other people's disappointment.