Today, the girls and I wanted to take a trip up to the beach. This idea was shut down immediately when we took into consideration the inevitable rush hour traffic coming back and forth from the beach. blahblahblah we ended up going to a huge reservoir just 30 minutes from my house.
Well, just as we're turning on to the road to the reservoir, there appeared to be some construction going on. Some dumb bitch casually steps in front of my fucking car and tells us we have to take a 10 minute detour to the reservoir. Of course, I am very annoyed at this point. Its like for god sakes, I just want to go fucking swimming. There always has to be some sort of obstacle between me and fun.
Anyways, we end up finding this hidden little paradise. However, to our disapointment there were signs everywhere reading "permit required." Being the regular badass, I am, I said "fuck it!" and cooly marched onto the beach, with no permit or worries. In truth, they didn't even ask for one, so I didn't think there was much to worry about.
As the girls and I are stepping into the water, I see my neighbor in the lifeguard chair. She, and her perfect body, was glaring down at me. I did the "oh, HI!" thing, like "OH! I didn't even see you there in your 10 ft lifeguard chair!" Then she loudly says, for all 30 occupants of the private beach to hear, "um. How did you get here?" Avery then replied, "We ran." She apparently didn't think this was very funny, but I sure as hell did. So anyways she goes, "No no, I mean how did they let you in?" "OHHH! Yeah, Jackie's parents have a permit, so we just used hers."
WHAT THE FUCK?
That bitch almost blew my cover. For real. I was pissed. Shes a neighbor. That's practically family status in some neighborhoods, mine being one of them.
Later on, her mom did the "oh, hi" thing. But in this case it was more "what the fuck are you doing here without a permit?" I just don't get it. Is anyone that hurt that three teenage girls sat on a beach today in a private beach without a permit? Did we pollute their water with our cheap, permitless selves? Highly unlikely. Fuck.
All in all, it was a perfect day. I was really pleased with the beach and everything.
Can we just talk about Owen Wilson for a second? Poor guy tried to commit suicide. That's sad. I'm sure the last thing he wants is for everyone in the country to be informed on his illicit suicide attempt.
AND! Britney Spears is being investigated for potential abusive parenting. Biggg shockkerrr! Whoaaa! You really caught me off guard with that one, Brit! I was under the impression you were up for the Mother of the Year Award. What with your, cooter exposing, head shaving, wig wearing, alcohol abusing, seemingless endless bad traits! It was only a matter of time, folks.
Perhaps, she, Lindsey, Paris, AND Nicole can share a cell and blow some lines of coke off eachother's asses. =)
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
America Runs on Dunkin
When I initiated my job search, I applied to all the cool hot spots in Simsbury (a slightly less boring version of my town, located 15 min from my house). I imagined myself being the cool chick working at Barnes and Noble, always sneaking around and reading books when her boss wasn't watching. Then, I imagined myself working at Flatbread, a hippie, all-organic pizza place. I would be looked at as the bohemian waitress who flirted for extra tips. Just as I was getting caught up in all these hypothetical situations, I was shocked and disappointed when none of my hypothetical employers called me back. When I realized that everywhere I wanted to work would never hire me for one reason or another, I applied to the local Dunkin Donuts. To my sheer horror and apparent misfortune, I got hired on the spot.
Dunkin Donuts isn't the best working environment for a person of low tolerance to utter stupidity and especially not for a person with a notoriously low level of patience. However, with hard work and motivation to keep those pitiful, depressingly low, but much needed paychecks coming, I have become quite tolerant and quite patient to the many "eXpresso" digging assholes, if you will. Every Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I am graced with the presence of hundreds of Dunkin Donut customers. A large part, fuck, the vast majority of the customers lack all common sense. They go up to the counter and suddenly it fucking escapes them. They insist on using what I like to refer to as a "12 inch voice" where you can only hear what they're saying if you are 12 inches away from them. If I ask them to repeat it, they repeat it and either get confused and forget their order or get annoyed with me for not quite having the sensitivity of hearing that a German shepherd might possess.
Our mvc's (most valued customers) are ones who think it is their civic duty, nay, their responsibility as a citizen of the United States, to tell me how fucking expensive our products are. As if, I personally priced them and am reaping all the proceeds. IDIOTS.
ANYWAYS.
One elderly man actually discussed with me (side note: it wasn't actually a "discussion" considering he was just spitting words in my face as I imagined how justified I would be in killing him.) for 15 minutes about how Dunkin Donuts has a lot of competition with Tim Horton's. 15 FUCKING MINUTES. As if it were my fault that we charge a $1.80 for a medium coffee as opposed to a $1.16 at Tim Horton's. He was quite enthusiastic when rubbing it in my face that Tim Horton's has an appetizing beef stew, and Dunkin Donuts did not. I responded by, "Although this is all quite interesting, and I fully intend to take this up with my manager, there are customers behind you interested in buying coffee. I truly apologize for the absence of beef stew on the DUNKIN FUCKING DONUTS menu, perhaps you could try a restaurant or a nursing home. buhbye" (I didn't actually say any of that. But I had you going for a sec there, didn't I?)
Before, I would get quite annoyed and frustrated with the customers, but it has now gotten to a point where I am faced with constantly swallowing my pride. I like to do my affirmations every morning before work. I repeat to myself, "You are much, much more intelligent than all the Dunkin Donut customers combined." And then I write this on my mirror in lipstick and proceed to ponder exactly when my life took a turn for the worst.
Yet another added bonus to working at the wonderful establishment of D&D, I now hate children and their parents. When there are about 10 people waiting in line to be served that are already pretty antsy because they haven't had their morning coffee yet, probably the worst thing to do is hold your 3 year old up to the counter and have them tell me the 5 course meal everyone would like. They just spit out random words like "bagel. Sprinkles. Poppy. Vanilla. Coffee. Straw." Now I don't blame the children for not knowing how to order at the age of 4, but I do blame the parents. Dunkin Donuts at 9am on a Saturday is totally not at all the place to teach your toddler how to act like a grown up. Not even a little bit, folks. A mother will tell the child, "Now give the change to the nice lady!" and then the conversation will then proceed as, "Ohh! What a good boy! You're such a good boy! You get a treat! Can he have a treat? What kind of treat would you like Jacob? …a what? Why don't you tell the nice lady what you want." And then we are back to where we started, me trying to figure out what the fuck kind of donut a 4 year old would like.
Finally, probably one of the best parts of my job is going home and reeking of spoiled coffee and donuts. I've been told I've smelled like onions and wet dog. It's like a little part of Dunkin Donuts gets to stay with me all day long. In fact whatever I touch, at any point after working, seems to soon after have a distinct smell of Dunkin Donuts. No matter how big the space I occupy after working, it always seems to become overwhelmed with this smell. I've had to bleach my work clothes, just to get the smell of coffee and bacon, egg, & cheese sandwiches out of the fibers. I have stained just about every pair of khakis I own, and my converse are covered in confectionery sugar and jelly. But I suppose my incessant unpleasant smell acts as a friendly reminder that I am done working for the day and probably won't have to go back to my personal hell for at least 24 hours.
After all my ranting about the horrible, slightly terrifying side effects of working at Dunkin Donuts, I must at least say that I have made great friends there. It also doesn't hurt that I make a decent pay check and have excellent hours. Then again I have only worked there for a little under two months. Who knows, in a few more I might be highly medicated and fired for lashing out a senior citizen explaining to me all about the elevating competition between Tim Horton's and Dunkin Donuts. But I like to stay positive.
(I actually wrote this a few months back. I ended up getting a new boss who was fucking INSANE, forcing me no choice but to leave the fine establishment of Dunkin Donuts. I've since been a member of Subway, hated that shit too. Quit. And am now waitressing. Fuck corporate America. I refuse to work at another franchise. Its all bullshit. Fuck Yeah Waitressing! I'll be getting paid shit tons of money (by my standards) but really, the tips aren't bad!)
Dunkin Donuts isn't the best working environment for a person of low tolerance to utter stupidity and especially not for a person with a notoriously low level of patience. However, with hard work and motivation to keep those pitiful, depressingly low, but much needed paychecks coming, I have become quite tolerant and quite patient to the many "eXpresso" digging assholes, if you will. Every Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I am graced with the presence of hundreds of Dunkin Donut customers. A large part, fuck, the vast majority of the customers lack all common sense. They go up to the counter and suddenly it fucking escapes them. They insist on using what I like to refer to as a "12 inch voice" where you can only hear what they're saying if you are 12 inches away from them. If I ask them to repeat it, they repeat it and either get confused and forget their order or get annoyed with me for not quite having the sensitivity of hearing that a German shepherd might possess.
Our mvc's (most valued customers) are ones who think it is their civic duty, nay, their responsibility as a citizen of the United States, to tell me how fucking expensive our products are. As if, I personally priced them and am reaping all the proceeds. IDIOTS.
ANYWAYS.
One elderly man actually discussed with me (side note: it wasn't actually a "discussion" considering he was just spitting words in my face as I imagined how justified I would be in killing him.) for 15 minutes about how Dunkin Donuts has a lot of competition with Tim Horton's. 15 FUCKING MINUTES. As if it were my fault that we charge a $1.80 for a medium coffee as opposed to a $1.16 at Tim Horton's. He was quite enthusiastic when rubbing it in my face that Tim Horton's has an appetizing beef stew, and Dunkin Donuts did not. I responded by, "Although this is all quite interesting, and I fully intend to take this up with my manager, there are customers behind you interested in buying coffee. I truly apologize for the absence of beef stew on the DUNKIN FUCKING DONUTS menu, perhaps you could try a restaurant or a nursing home. buhbye" (I didn't actually say any of that. But I had you going for a sec there, didn't I?)
Before, I would get quite annoyed and frustrated with the customers, but it has now gotten to a point where I am faced with constantly swallowing my pride. I like to do my affirmations every morning before work. I repeat to myself, "You are much, much more intelligent than all the Dunkin Donut customers combined." And then I write this on my mirror in lipstick and proceed to ponder exactly when my life took a turn for the worst.
Yet another added bonus to working at the wonderful establishment of D&D, I now hate children and their parents. When there are about 10 people waiting in line to be served that are already pretty antsy because they haven't had their morning coffee yet, probably the worst thing to do is hold your 3 year old up to the counter and have them tell me the 5 course meal everyone would like. They just spit out random words like "bagel. Sprinkles. Poppy. Vanilla. Coffee. Straw." Now I don't blame the children for not knowing how to order at the age of 4, but I do blame the parents. Dunkin Donuts at 9am on a Saturday is totally not at all the place to teach your toddler how to act like a grown up. Not even a little bit, folks. A mother will tell the child, "Now give the change to the nice lady!" and then the conversation will then proceed as, "Ohh! What a good boy! You're such a good boy! You get a treat! Can he have a treat? What kind of treat would you like Jacob? …a what? Why don't you tell the nice lady what you want." And then we are back to where we started, me trying to figure out what the fuck kind of donut a 4 year old would like.
Finally, probably one of the best parts of my job is going home and reeking of spoiled coffee and donuts. I've been told I've smelled like onions and wet dog. It's like a little part of Dunkin Donuts gets to stay with me all day long. In fact whatever I touch, at any point after working, seems to soon after have a distinct smell of Dunkin Donuts. No matter how big the space I occupy after working, it always seems to become overwhelmed with this smell. I've had to bleach my work clothes, just to get the smell of coffee and bacon, egg, & cheese sandwiches out of the fibers. I have stained just about every pair of khakis I own, and my converse are covered in confectionery sugar and jelly. But I suppose my incessant unpleasant smell acts as a friendly reminder that I am done working for the day and probably won't have to go back to my personal hell for at least 24 hours.
After all my ranting about the horrible, slightly terrifying side effects of working at Dunkin Donuts, I must at least say that I have made great friends there. It also doesn't hurt that I make a decent pay check and have excellent hours. Then again I have only worked there for a little under two months. Who knows, in a few more I might be highly medicated and fired for lashing out a senior citizen explaining to me all about the elevating competition between Tim Horton's and Dunkin Donuts. But I like to stay positive.
(I actually wrote this a few months back. I ended up getting a new boss who was fucking INSANE, forcing me no choice but to leave the fine establishment of Dunkin Donuts. I've since been a member of Subway, hated that shit too. Quit. And am now waitressing. Fuck corporate America. I refuse to work at another franchise. Its all bullshit. Fuck Yeah Waitressing! I'll be getting paid shit tons of money (by my standards) but really, the tips aren't bad!)
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