I run across all sorts of people in my line of work. That's probably because I work in the mall. There are a couple instances in which my desire to give superior customer service has faltered to my desire to bludgeon people instead. Unfortunately, I have never acted on the compulsion, but I am becoming increasingly more volatile. We'll see how the day goes.
I work at a little cinnamon roll shop at the mall. Most customers are pretty predictable. We get the geriatric crowd that is ever-present at the mall. They always want the bites, which are our miniature cinnamon rolls about 1" in diameter. They are sold in a pack of four, but usually the old ladies want one or two. That's sort of annoying, but it happens all the time.
On one particular day when I was already agitated because of the shoddy closing job a fellow employee had done the night before, I got one such old lady. She wanted a single bite. Fantastic. I rang her up, she paid the whopping $.69 and she pointed out which bite she wanted. I grabbed it for her and put it on a plate and handed it to her. She looked at it and told me it was too small. Wow. Really, lady? So I assured her that they were all the same size, which is entirely true. We make most things from scratch here, but not the bites. Too much of a pain. They get shipped raw and frozen to us, in all their consistent factory-made glory. However she insisted that her bite, the very one she first demanded that she must have, was much too small. I am not sure what exactly she was expecting, seeing as they are called bites. She handed the plate with the original bite on it to me. I chucked it in the garbage. She was appalled. "I didn't even touch it!" I tried explaining to her that in no way is it okay for me to serve out a food item and then put it back in the case for another customer to buy. That didn't make a lot of sense to her since, after all, she hadn't even touched it. I finally got her bite that was sized to her liking and bid farewell and good riddance to her. I know, she wasn't that bad, but for some reason that has left me seething and rolling my eyes. However, it gets worse.
One evening I was closing up. There is a movie theater in the mall, so people are still around after closing time. I had some things in the case that I was just going to have to throw out since we can't keep them for the next day. I was clearing those out when a man came up to me and offered to buy everything in the case if I would give him a good deal. That's fine with me! So I sold it all to him, and as I was collecting his food he said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I bet you were gonna take all of this home to your mom, huh? You're gonna have to call her and tell her you can't." Every time I tried to reply he would interrupt me with "Call your mom!" I know how one could easily mistake me for being a lot younger than I am. That's fine. But the fact that I am a junior in college, happily married, and unable to reply to his remarks due to his rude interruptions made me really mad. His tone was not as much playful banter as taunting. If I had had a gun I would've shot someone, but I don't know if it would've been him or me.
All well. New crazies every day. Most of the time crazies make me laugh. Sometimes they make me homicidal.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
A synopsis of the last three months
Well, it has been a while. To make a long story short, we got married, we went on a honeymoon, and we still love each other. Ha.
Our wedding was beautiful. We only had a couple hangups:
1. my maid of honor got quite sick the night before and couldn't be there. That was hard for me.
2. my whole schedule went to crap. the whole family was anxious to leave the temple because of the drizzle that had started, so they all left after a few pictures and went to the luncheon. Dave and I didn't show up to our luncheon for another hour and a half.
3. This is connected to number 2, but not quite the same. Since there was a drizzle and a bunch of kids, no one wanted to take pictures at the temple. We don't have very many family pictures from the wedding. I should've just told everyone to suck it up because it was the only day we were going to get married and we wanted pictures, dangit. Alas, I didn't. I was feeling serene at that point instead of inflamatory. It actually stopped raining after everyone left. Go figure.
4. Dave and I got hardly any of our darn wedding refreshments! Why didn't we grab an entire cheesecake on the way out the door and to the love nest? I don't know. I will always regret that moment.
All things considered, the wedding day was fantastic. After a long hard day we retired to our pirate themed room at the Anniversary Inn. It was a pretty cool room. Since I had stayed up ALL NIGHT the night before (WHAT was I thinking?!?) I was so beat. I actually just fell asleep and I was so out of it that Dave went to Pizza Hut without me. Romantic, huh? It only took hours of being married to turn me into a big giant party pooper. I'm pretty sure this is an irreversible change.
The honeymoon was fun. We stayed the second night in a great condo in Vegas. They had a great pool, and it was really fun. We avoided the strip, which isn't very fun and just makes my feet hurt. We did decide that it was probably the only time on our honeymoon we'd have a full kitchen, so we went to walmart and got all the fixings for a great breakfast. It did turn out pretty darn great.
Next we headed to California. I thought I might die crossing through death valley. In California we went to Hollywood and walked through beverly hills, we went to the temple, we spent time at the beach, and we hung out. No, we did not go to disneyland or universal studios or sea world. At that moment in our financial lives I thought that going to a venue that was $200 for the two of us wasn't a prudent decision. We decided that it was better spent insuring that we didn't starve when we got home. I think it was a good decision. Dave did get quite sunburned at the beach, though. He was tomato red, and will never forget that I told him we probably wouldn't need sunscreen....I know. I'm a bad wife right from the start.
We eventually had to come back to real life. Now we basically spend most of our time apart. It's really hard. He spends time in Salt Lake for classes, and I spend my time working, and then reading novels for the rest of the day. It's a darn good thing the library is conveniently located near our house. We love our ward though, and we can't wait for callings. Married life is pretty great.
Our wedding was beautiful. We only had a couple hangups:
1. my maid of honor got quite sick the night before and couldn't be there. That was hard for me.
2. my whole schedule went to crap. the whole family was anxious to leave the temple because of the drizzle that had started, so they all left after a few pictures and went to the luncheon. Dave and I didn't show up to our luncheon for another hour and a half.
3. This is connected to number 2, but not quite the same. Since there was a drizzle and a bunch of kids, no one wanted to take pictures at the temple. We don't have very many family pictures from the wedding. I should've just told everyone to suck it up because it was the only day we were going to get married and we wanted pictures, dangit. Alas, I didn't. I was feeling serene at that point instead of inflamatory. It actually stopped raining after everyone left. Go figure.
4. Dave and I got hardly any of our darn wedding refreshments! Why didn't we grab an entire cheesecake on the way out the door and to the love nest? I don't know. I will always regret that moment.
All things considered, the wedding day was fantastic. After a long hard day we retired to our pirate themed room at the Anniversary Inn. It was a pretty cool room. Since I had stayed up ALL NIGHT the night before (WHAT was I thinking?!?) I was so beat. I actually just fell asleep and I was so out of it that Dave went to Pizza Hut without me. Romantic, huh? It only took hours of being married to turn me into a big giant party pooper. I'm pretty sure this is an irreversible change.
The honeymoon was fun. We stayed the second night in a great condo in Vegas. They had a great pool, and it was really fun. We avoided the strip, which isn't very fun and just makes my feet hurt. We did decide that it was probably the only time on our honeymoon we'd have a full kitchen, so we went to walmart and got all the fixings for a great breakfast. It did turn out pretty darn great.
Next we headed to California. I thought I might die crossing through death valley. In California we went to Hollywood and walked through beverly hills, we went to the temple, we spent time at the beach, and we hung out. No, we did not go to disneyland or universal studios or sea world. At that moment in our financial lives I thought that going to a venue that was $200 for the two of us wasn't a prudent decision. We decided that it was better spent insuring that we didn't starve when we got home. I think it was a good decision. Dave did get quite sunburned at the beach, though. He was tomato red, and will never forget that I told him we probably wouldn't need sunscreen....I know. I'm a bad wife right from the start.
We eventually had to come back to real life. Now we basically spend most of our time apart. It's really hard. He spends time in Salt Lake for classes, and I spend my time working, and then reading novels for the rest of the day. It's a darn good thing the library is conveniently located near our house. We love our ward though, and we can't wait for callings. Married life is pretty great.
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