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Name: June
Country: Australia
Birthday: 7/23/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: being a little bit of a hedonistic brat.
Expertise: turning sleeping into an art form; napping more than once a day; happily planting myself in front of any tv screen; pummelling things with my hockey stick; consuming large amounts of msg. i'm a varied girl, i am.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
MSN: juno_noonoo@hotmail.com
ICQ:  111949539
Member Since:
12/26/2002
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| How is it possible that I spent only 1 and a half hours on till today and within that time encounted 3 people worthy of some sort of smackdown? That's an average of over 1 imbecile per hour. Which is almost too much for my brain to handle. So I'm going to appease myself by noting it down, in all their despicable detail, these persons who have aggravated me so. Imbecile #1 (and the one who really gets the idiot ball rolling) So let me start of by saying that it is a CONDITION OF ENTRY that you leave your bag at the front of the store or you get it checked on the way out. And since my manager was within a 5 metre radar, I decided to play it safe and ask the guy nicely if they would mind leaving their bag at the store. Said idiot goes 'I was going to pop in to buy a few things but I'm not going to anymore. I was going to show you my bag on the way out but I'm leaving. What a stupid attitude.' Idiot walks out, and after 2 minutes comes back in. Looks like he decided he wasn't too good for the store after all, so he comes in and says 'I've been shopping here for (sorry was not really paying attention to how long because he mumbles and I don't give a shit) and I've never been asked that. Are you picking on me?' To which I say 'No, really, it's store policy, my manager's just there if you want to take it up with them.' What I really wanted to say was 'Look, MORON. A sign! (That said exactly what I told him: *gasp* Store Policy!) You know how to read those right? Get the fuck over yourself. You're not that important.' So he's rather emphatically looking for my manager whilst I think rather mean spirited thoughts in my head, and he goes off to buy whatever he thought he could do without initially. So, after coming back, he says 'I swear I've spent $2000 here over the past [whatever amount of time], and I'm not coming back.' Well, hey, Idiot, guess what? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. Yeah I know that might surprise you seeing how you think you're so godamn important and all that, but yeah, DON'T CARE. You know what I don't understand? People who think they're so fucking important, so much so that you need their patronage. It's a fucking supermarket. You're one in maybe a million customers. Boo fucking hoo! You don't want to shop at our store anymore! Like I said before, GET OVER YOURSELF, you miserable twat. Jesus Christ. Like I've emphasised before, I'm not an unapproachable person. But, if you come in, and assume that I'm treating you unfairly when I'm just doing my godamn job, I'm going to deal you with the same amount of 'courtesy' that you've treated me with. One asshole deseves another. Especially when I've been up since 6 fucking AM. Let's move on to Imbecile #2 So Idiot #2 is guilty of wasting my time and my rather short patience (after Idiot #1 above just about hogged all of it) by not properly using their senses and being completely unapologetic about it. Idiot wants to buy some cotton buds, that he thinks are on special. See, if he just used his godamn EYES he would see that the GIGANTIC A4 SIGN says 'COTTON BALLS $1.99'. Now, keep in mind that from where I'm standing, I can't see the section concerning cotton buds/balls. So I scan the buds, and it comes up as $2.49. He thinks I've made a mistake and goes back to check for a few good seconds. I peer over the board normally blocking my view, and, as horrible as my eyesight is, can see that it says cotton BALLS and not BUDS, in less that 2 seconds. I point out the difference and he goes 'er.......'. Yeah, I know, articulate huh. So this is where Imbecile #3 comes in. Imbecile 3 comes to Imbecile #2's resuce and thinks it's his business to let me know what shoddy observational skills I have, even though I tell him I can't see the damn cotton buds. 'Well you should take the ticket down or remove it if you don't have stock. It confuses people.' Well, if people just took the 2 seconds to read a damn ticket that is bigger than your face, they wouldn't get confused would they?! My GOD. How do these people FUNCTION in every day life?! So, like I said, that was only 1 and a half hours. And work suddenly felt very stifling and full of stupid people after that. Which is why I'm glad I was out of there within the half hour. Sanity intact. Don't know about tomorrow though. | | |
| I may or may not have mentioned in one of my moments of verbal diarrhoea/rage that one of the things that really irritates me is when people have already convinced themselves in their heads about something that happened and give you stick for it, because they really weren't open to any other possibilities of circumstance to begin with, when, in fact, that's not what happened at all. It really drives me fucking nuts.
Actually narrow minded people drive me fucking nuts. But that's a story for another sunny day.
As I was saying, it really makes me wonder WHY you would bother to do things responsibly, or diligently if people were just going to throw it back in your face and shove it up your ass. Hmm. I feel the previously unexpressed sentiments of irrational fury coming back to me, so I suppose this was a long time coming.
As usual, I will not provide details of who these people were, just that they did one hell of a good job of pissing me off. I don't know about other people, but when I do things, I usually do them with good intentions. So when someone exhibits anything that makes me think that what I did was a waste of effort, I will feel like it really was...and that whoever I wasted them on is a Grade A asshole. And you know, looking back on it as a (hopefully) mature person with a sound mind, you will tell yourself, 'Just let it go, it's not a big deal.' But there will always be a part of you that remembers this personal injustice towards you, and you know, that whenever you look at this person, they will not be as you remembered them before. And you also know that things did not have to be this way.
I forgive, but I do not forget.
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| No, actually you do. You with the mismatched chromosomes. Yeah, you,
Mr. X&Y. You see, I think there are a few things men don't admit.
And they're too shy/ashamed/whatever to tell us. So I'm going to
conjecture at what some of these things may be. Maybe we'll be one step closer
to figuring out the great puzzle that is BOYS. Or, we could just have a
good time laughing at you :)
#1 - We're, like, totally awesome.
The truth is, every guy has an ego, whether they say they do or not.
And sometimes, this ego prevents them from admitting that we are the
awesome creatures we are. Like when we do things better than they do,
they give us concession because we're girls, rather than just admitting
we did a super (haha, get it?) job. And sometimes, these concessions
lean in our favour. Like when it comes to hauling heavy things around,
and we'd rather not develop Madonna biceps. Some would say, 'Why would
you let a guy do things for you?' Well, sometimes I like having guys do
things for me. Mainly because I'm lazy, and don't like doing heavy
lifting. But stroking their egos sometimes doesn't mean they should let
their egos get out of hand into thinking we're meek little things with
meek little temperaments. NO SIR! And I won't hesitate to serve your
order with a side of 'bitch' if you push me around. Like that asshole
at the train station. But that's a story for another day.
Let's move on to: #2 - Thinking babies and soft cuddly things are cute. (Because they are.)
See that? That pink? Those big, round, dewy looking eyes? Yes, that's
cute. And men won't admit it. But it is. You know, guys with
dogs/babies/helpless things is something a lot of girls find
attractive. It shows us that you can be responsible for something
totally dependent on something else. Which means you're not completely
devoid of sentiment and reason. Big plus!
#3 - That you like sappy movies. (possible itsy bitsy spoiler?)
As a general rule, just because it makes you cry, doesn't mean it's a
bad movie. Don't be ashamed to shed some tears over Jack and Rose, or
Noah and Allie, or Sam and Molly. Love is a beautiful thing. Yes, it
is. See, the reason why girls really like these movies is because we
all wish we could find our own Jack or Noah or Sam. So guys, take these
movie men as your examples and sweep some girl off her feet by giving
her your piece of driftwood to float on, or by refurbishing a
completely delapidated house for her all by yourself or, by haunting
her. Like moths to a flame, guys. Oh yeah.
#4 - That you're really gross and disgusting once left in the company of yourself/other men.
 Nose picking, farting, belching,
scratching your balls etc etc
is all gross. And I think you know that, otherwise you'd be saying
things like, 'Honey, I washed my ass with your loofah.' Yikes. I
suspect it's probably some prehistoric residue left over from when you
were all cavemen, when hygiene
wasn't a prerequisite for finding a mate, and when the aforementioned
habits were social markers for homosocialism. You know, feeling manly
and all that. Which is why you don't like telling us how icky you are.
But it's okay, we've accepted it as part of your basic needs. We won't
hold much against you for it, for 3 out of 4 weeks of every month.
So maybe this is just the tip of the iceberg, and guys actually have
some Pandora's Box thing going on with their deep, dark, and dirty
secrets. And if so, I don't really know if I want to know what keeps
them ticking, just that I'm content to let them have their secrets,
just as we'll have ours.
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| When did being able to talk to people become a luxury? Talking without suspicion, or pretense or agenda. Just talking.
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| You may not know or realise it, but you're the biggest, most obtrusive
busybody I know. Well it's not entirely your fault, there is someone
else who just doesn't have what it takes to keep you in check, but
that's where it ends. Everything else is you.
I don't know where to start with you. As well as being a busybody, you
are probably the most ridiculous person I know too. Devoid of any sense, any logic
sometimes, I can't even believe the extent of your demands. Without
giving too much away, let me just state, explicitly and clearly that YOU ARE NOT THE WORLD.
But do you exist on this planet? Does your mind occupy this space? This
world, where things such as courtesy and reason apply? If I could, I'd
personally kick you off that high horse myself. I don't like you
anymore. There was a time when I thought you were the best thing that
could have happened to someone I know, but not anymore. You are poison.
And I'm struggling to find an antidote.
'To put things in perspective.' Is that what you're trying to offer me?
Perspective? I don't need your bigoted, prejudiced perspective. You can
take that, and all your other pigheaded rubbish somewhere else. I
simply don't need it. My life is complicated and busy enough without
you, sticking your irritating little head in my affairs.
Do you know the meaning of imposition? That is what you are. An imposition. You know, I tolerate a lot of your bullshit. But I'm sick
of it. It is not within your bounds to say everything you have said. I
hope you know that. But then again, you probably don't. Given your lack
of perspective.
It's not like we never tried talking. I tried talking to you. But it
doesn't seem to have done anything. You're still the same, stuck up,
scornful, pretentious little person I now know you to be. So don't blame me for never trying. You didn't try hard enough. You are proof to me that people don't change. But you don't want to change anyway. So maybe I was a fool for believing you could.
There is one other thing:
Thank you. For showing me how not to treat people.
Oh, and one more thing (something I've wanted to do for so long): fck you.
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