JAMES DODD
i laugh at the inappropriate. i hardly ever open up. i befriend the amazing. i sing to myself. i dance in the mirror. i put others first. i love.
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AIM: supasweetyo
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I spend entirely too much time/energy at work seething over the fact that I’m being forced to watch as people less competent and less qualified than me are being given more and more responsibility/authority.
But I also still do a bomb-ass job of being friendly as fuck and making delicious drinks for thirsty travelers.
Came up with this gem all by myself (not that it was difficult at all).
I’ll just continue to work work work (til I get one of the many other jobs I continue searching/applying for).
R&R (Recover & Re-evaluate)
Just got back from my first-ever trip to Chicago.
My heart kinda hurts, but I’m happy I went.
If nothing else, I took a chance.
And I did something for myself that nobody else was going to do for me.
I’m willing to work for my happiness.
I’m willing to search for it.
The hardest part is waiting ‘til I actually stumble across it.
It wasn’t in Chicago, but I enjoyed my brief stay there.
Next stop, somewhere warmer.
This time, with no expectations whatsoever.
Random picture of me dishing out punch (like a boss) at my grandparents’ 60th anniversary. I look weird from this angle…
Fact: Sometimes I get so (unpleasantly) anxious about a text I know I’ll be receiving that I’ll turn my phone on silent before I expect the text, because the notification sound and/or my phone vibrating is just too much pressure, and hearing it makes me want to throw my phone out the window.
What not to do on a date with James (me), part deux:
- compare any of my actions/mannerisms to those of your children
- tell me about the party you had the previous weekend that involved nineteen-year-olds, drugs, and everyone taking their clothes off
- try and get me to talk trash about other people I’ve gone out with, as if you’re hoping I’ll mention someone you know by name, so that you can do who-knows-what with said information
- ask me to tickle you/tell me about when you paid people to tickle you in the past
- invite me to dinner at your house knowing that your living conditions are those usually seen only on episodes of A&E documentaries
A surly man walks up to the register.
He orders several drinks, for himself and his family. He pays with his Gold Card and then proceeds to go on a rant.
Man (whose scotch-soaked breath nearly knocks ME out): Now, what YOU need to tell YOUR COMPANY is that it doesn't make ANY sense that I can't pay for my things AND leave you a tip using my card!
Me: Well, I think you can do that at the normal street stores, but we're a franchise, and our computer system is completely different. I'm sorry.
Man: I don't care about all that. You can't do it anywhere, and that's STUPID. I'M the customer. And I'm PISSED that I have to pay you and then hope I have some cash to leave you a tip.
Me: It's really okay if you don't. We appreciate it, but we know that not everyone has money to tip us. It's no big deal.
Man (he's seriously getting loud now): NO! You DO NOT want to piss off a MILLIONAIRE. Do you know how often I have cash on me? Not often. And when I do, I never have anything smaller than a twenty. Am I supposed to put THAT in your tip jar? I don't think so.
Me: I look forward to the day when my biggest problem is not having anything smaller than a twenty in my pocket.
Man: You got lucky today. It just so happens I DO have something smaller. (puts a five in the tip jar)
Me: Well, thank you very much.
Man: I'm just saying. You shouldn't piss off a millionaire.
Such a bizarre exchange. And he was soo drunk. I even had another customer come up later and ask me if I was okay. Apparently he had heard the man yelling, and he said when he looked over at us, my facial expression made him think the man was being really rude/hateful. I just laughed it off. And I was kinda proud of myself for being honest about his "problem" with cash. People are funny...
TGTBT
Got online today to look at my student loan information and see if I could get the payments lowered, since I’m broke 24/7 and I’m going to have to get a new car soon, so I’ll need money I don’t have to make payments on that.
Anyway, go to the good ol’ website that always ruins my day, and there it is-
Amount paid: $XX,XXX Amount due: $0
-I almost died.
My heart’s beating, I’m excited, I’m confused, I’m staring at the screen, I’m wondering who in the world could have/would have paid off these loans, ‘cause it sure as hell wasn’t me.
Doesn’t take me long to regain my senses, though.
Somethin’ ain’t right. Things like this don’t happen irl.
With only a tiny fragment of hope left, I call the toll-free number, tap in my SSN and my ZIP.
“Your loans have been transferred to… To contact …, call ###, or go to www.(somebullshit).com…”
Sure enough, somebody just up and moved my loans to a different company without telling me. Sweet, huh?
And it’s all there, still due, all $XX,XXX of it.
I decided to wait to call them and ask about lowering my payments til tomorrow.
Too much excitement (and disappointment) for one day.
Slighted.
Found out today that someone at work is getting a promotion.
Found out today, also, that I’m not that someone.
Even though I am currently the barista who has been there the longest (due to our ridiculous turn-over rate).
Even though I’ve been certified as a trainer and gone through AST certification.
The boss has decided to promote a girl who has been working there only 5 months, a girl I trained.
I had begun to think this job wasn’t all that bad.
I was happy that I’d been given a couple of small opportunities to advance and earn a little more than when I started.
But, apparently, I haven’t proven myself enough.
Instead, I’ve been passed over for someone who learned everything she knows about this job from me.
This won’t do.
At all.
