Fist-pumped

Horrible night at work 🙁  I just hate it when one person stuffs everything up.  I shoulda seen it coming from how the night started.  I took over from the new girl, whom I met for the first time.  She’s a really pretty girl named Bonnie.  Can’t say I’ve heard that name around much.  Anyway, after i took over and she went home, there was a power surge.  No biggie – all the lights went out in the forecourt, and all the pumps on the screen went red.  But it’s been a while since I’ve had to deal with a power surge, so everything I tried just wasn’t working!  Some of the cabbies were eating food outside lol – I didn’t even realise til later on that they were sitting in pitch darkness.  But yeah everything I tried just wouldn’t work – resetting the pumps etc, nothing.  Great.  So, I had to ring the manager.  She was confused as well until she asked about the green lights.  Doh, of course.  The one thing I hadn’t thought of.  I thanked her and let her go.  I hate ringing my manager so late at night when I know she’s asleep, but then again she usually rings me when I’m asleep, so *pokes tongue*.

But yeah that wasn’t a big deal, problem solved.  Just this one customer who came in after cigarettes.  He was using all his spare change to pay for it though, two cards and some change.  Not a big deal, but he knew he had a certain amount on one card, but not the other.  So I put the card he knew though, then the cash, and when the second card was used, it declined, insuffient funds.  Great.  So in any other situation I’d just cancel the transaction.  I tried that!  There was no option to do so.  Ahhh.  It was more frustrating because it was something so simple that couldn’t be rectified and it just really got to me.  Because the guy got a cheaper packet of cigarettes, but because the first card had approved, he no longer had the money to use.  Grrrr.  Anyway, his other card worked on this one and I just had to type it in as cash, even though it wasn’t, so it put my till out for the night.  Couldn’t really do much else though.  And the only way I could get rid of the first transaction was to write the cigarettes off lol.  Yeah, pretty sure you’re not meant to do that, but wasting it was the only thing that worked!!  So yeah, he got his cheaper cigs and I just had to write an huge explanation proving that I hadn’t pocketed a packet of cigs haha.  The guy was really nice though (clearly a stoner), and was very apologetic, but I just kept telling him it wasn’t his fault.  He even asked if I was a smoker and if I wanted the cigs he’d pay for them next time.  Haha, if only I was a smoker.

Then there was just other shit though the night.  As I was about to leave, this guy said to me on his way out ‘You should eat some breakfast, you look a bit thin in the face." 

Whenever someone calls me skinny, I don’t see it as a compliment.  It’s a massive insult to me and it really hurts my feelings.  I should just toughen up, but when it’s something I’ve struggled with my whole life and have been unable to make right, it hurts when I’m reminded of it, despite trying.  I do gym, and i walk home from work a lot, but that’s mainly to save on bus fares, it’s hardly for exercise purposes.  I don’t do any cardio at gym, I really don’t need to.  I think I eat rather okayish, but obviously not.  I often think if I did do drugs, how sunken in would my face actually be?  lol.  Seriously!  What’s it take to get a break around here!?

On the bus on my way to work (I catch it to work all the time, but not home much – moreso of a time restriction thing between when i wake up and need to be at work on time), I ran into Sean and Sean, who boarded the bus at Southbank.  They are a regular gay couple who come in all the time at work, and are the cutest couple – I mean how sickenly romantic is having a long term relationship with the exact same name? lol.  They had just been to see the new Harry Potter movie, and when the "beefier" Sean saw me he moved from his current seat to come sit closer to me, which was nice.  His boyfriend (the slimmer one) soon joined him.  We chatted for a little while, but then it seemed kinda awkward, like we said all the small talk we needed to and neither of us knew what to say.  I hate that feeling.  It’s like you wanna be polite and ask stuff but then again there’s just something not right.  The ‘beefier’ one actually came into work on my shift the night before shirtless, which was a nice surprise haha.  Anyway, they got off at the same stop I did, and i said goodnight to them as i went to my work.  I love how they are always joking with each other and laughing.  They are such stoners though, especially the slimmer Sean haha.  He always comes into work with bloodshot eyes, and his boyfriend is always annoyed that he hasn’t done any domestic chores all day because he’s spent the entire day off his chops.

One chick did make my shift a little more interesting though.  She got ciggies and asked me for some advice.  This chick was the biggest dyke (not biggest as in size, but biggest as in obvious) I’d seen in ages and she asked me ‘If you cheated on your girlfriend, and two people saw it, would you tell her?’.  I said to her that it depends on who those two people who saw it was, and that it’s really none of their business to tell.  She said, ‘What if I was drunk?’ – I said to her ‘A lot of people say that being drunk is no excuse, but I think it is."

She fist-pumped me – as in pushed her fist to mine – nothing dirty you filthy readers 🙂 – happy with my answer.

I know a lot, probably all of you, probably don’t agree with that, but anyone who’s been reading me for a long time knows my views on this.  I’ve lost dates because of jealous partners, but I’m not gunna go into that now.  It’s old fashioned as far as I’m concerned.  People are gunna do what they’re gunna do, there’s no need to ruin a perfectly good established relationship with trivial shit.  And besides, even if I was still wearing my halo, I wasn’t gunna tell her she cheated and should be ashamed of herself.  I didn’t wanna get beaten up by a butch-dyke either 🙂 

I went to gym after work to take out my anger from the night.  I think I feel a bit better.