yesterday was my last day of working for 6 weeks. and i swear to god, someone must have out a sign on the door that said "anyone with a stick up their ass please come to dairy queen." every person who came in was a mother fucking asshole. well, not every person, but enough to make me think that all of mankind should be shot.

the first customer who was an asshole came in early on during my shift, and he needed something written on his cake. so as i was writing on it and he was standing in line, another woman came in and was standing behind him and so kenny asked if the guy was being helped, he said i was helping him, and so kenny called the woman up. then this guy started flipping a shit. he was like, "well i still need something, you know i have to be somewhere at 7, what do you have to help her for when i'm standing in front of her?" and kenny said, "well it's not my fault that you're in a rush but you're already being helped and i'm going to help someone who isn't being helped because everyone deserves to be treated the same." and then the guy was like," well i don't care, you got seven people standing around here doing nothing, ya think ya could help me? i mean jesus this is ridiculous, i can't believe i'm getting into a fight in a dairy queen!" so kenny said,"they're all new and can't take customers yet, and if she's already doing something for you, the next person on line shoudl be helped." the man: "yea right, you just can't accomodate everyone, you don't know how to handle a business, this is ridiculous!"
and by then i was done writing on his cake and he was like can you believe this? here, here's a tip for you for putting up with me. and he gave me three dollars and walked out.

then came the second one.

she was an old bitch. old people are always the worst because they think that just because they have every disease known to man that the world revolves around them and we should all drop what we are doing and rush to see if their asses are wiped. this kid charlie was ringing her up and when he went to give her the change, he accidentially forgot to give her a dollar. it's not a big deal, i do it all the time, and then i realize i made a mistake, say sorry, and give it to them, and no one ever cares. but no. this woman was all like "you need to go back to remedial math! i mean come on, you can't do simple adding and subtracting? you're worse than me, and i'm bad!" and so me and charlie just stared at her. i must have been staring at her for a good 30 seconds. i mean what the hell am i supposed to say, yes maam, we're all fucking idiots here, thanks for your advice? and then as she walked away she mumbled under her breath, "stone faced girls never laugh at anything" or something like that.

and then there was another old man who had about 20 hearing aids. he asked for a banana split, and he said he wanted scoops of ice cream. now everyone and their mother knows that you scoop hard ice cream and not soft. so the girl who was helping him went to get the hard ice cream, and he was like EXCUSE ME I WANTED SOFT ICE CREAM. i mean jesus fucking christ.

and then here's my favorite.

i was helping a woman with two kids. i wasn't doing anything different with her, i was treating her like all the other customers. and the whole time she kept giving me these nasty looks, and i am serious, i', not exaggerating, everytime i looked at her she looked like she wanted to murder me. it looked as though she thought i was some cheap slut. and then i have her her change and told her to have a nice night, she didn't even say thank you, she just took it to put it in her purse. so then i turn around, and i then i looked back on the line and she was back on it, and i asked of she needed something else, and she was like "yea, but i don't wan't you to help me, you seem to have an attitude."

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.

and that, my friends, was the night from hell. people are fucking stupid morons. they expect you to know everything such as the price of some obscure item that we don't even have anymore or the ingredients or nutrition facts of something and every other weird fact about dairy queen that no one else would know but at the same time they think you are a stupid shit who has no emotions and can't tell their asscrack from their mouth. you know, just because i have a damn uniform on and i am helping you, doesn't mean you can just treat me like some old crusty gum on the sidewalk, and people think that they are always right and that i have to do whatever they say and if they say something then it automatically makes it the gospel. like the other night, this woman came in and ordered a kids cup, and you can;t get chocolate syrup on those because it doesn't fit in the cup. this woman wanted a little syrup on hers, and kenny was helping her, and he said that he coudln't because if he did for her he would have to do it for everyone else, and she jusy stood their and argued with him, like why don't you sit your fucking ass down, he doesn't make the rules here, turdbreath, and if you don't fucking like it then why don't you buy your own ice cream and syrup and make your damn grubby kid a sundae instead of wasting our time when obviously the answer is no! i mean good lord.

and kids these days seriously have no manners, like all at once they run up to me and start ordering shit that doesnt exist and they keep rambling on and on and then also people who are already being helped will start telling me what else they need when there are people behind them who haven't been helped yet. oh my god.

so after work me, jordan, claudia, allison, rob, and joe went to the diner. and then towards the end of the night this guy who was sitting near us walks over and gives me his name, number, and email on a napkin. and he was drinking so that automatically makes him 21, and he looked older than that, so i'm gonna say that he was 23, and i guess he was too wasted to see that i was underage and what he did was probably illegal and what the fuck. in the past three days i have been picked up by two guys. the first one was weird and i was scared he would kill me, and this guy, he was just funny. oh man. and then when we went home, my friends were like "oh amanda you always get hit on." NO I DON'T! I NEVER GET HIT ON! just because a wasted man in a diner at 1 in the morning gave me his number, that doesn't count as getting "hit" on. ok, if some hot guy who was in a band and had long hair and was nice and smelled good gave me his number, then yes, that would be very wonderful, but that will never happen! and like, i feelall weird, like having my friends watch me and think that this happens all the time because it really fucking doesn't, in fact that was the first time it had ever happened. but you know what? joe kept telling me how when he went into a store once some 18 year old asked him for his number or something, and guess the fuck what, I PICKED UP A 21 YEAR OLD! HA! this is only good for bragging purposes. but other than that, it means nothing, and i am not the type who would fuck anything that moves, i am sorta picky i guess, and after this year i know not to make the same mistakes twice.

but the kid joe i was with, he was 19. HE IS SO ADORABLE. i just wanna hug him or something, seriously, he is very sweet and nice and offered to drive me home because i didn't have a ride but i said no because i didn't want to seem like i was using him for his car because i don't want people to think i am using them. he is so cute though, like a little baby or something, he has the cutest voice ever.


anyway, this is the last entry for 6 weeks, so enjoy it, folks! when i return i will be a cultured well rounded new age modern woman struggling to break the shackles of inequality.

not.

well, that's all, see everyone in 6 weeks.