Waiting for Corey to get Dressed...

1) My uncle: is a Scouser.. look it up.
2) Never in my life: will I ever buy a puppy from a pet store
3) When I was five: My aunt's Husky cross knocked me into the rock garden, resulted in the next 2 years being spent carrolling "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth".
4) I have the most amazing collection of: dog hair in my room.. come see.
5) I will never forget: the day I confronted my ex at another woman's house at 2 in the morning. 6) I once met: a man who instantly melted my heart
7) There's this girl I know who: gives utterly the best advice in the world, and who deserves all the happiness she can get
8) Once, at a bar: I pretended I was British all night, and found out all men like accents.
9) By noon I'm usually: walking in the door to work, wanting to go home.
10) Last night: slept the blissful sleep of one who got a piece.
11) If I only had: enough money to run my life the way I want it run.
12) Next time I go to church, I: will be attending a wedding.
13) Terry Schiavo: is dead, and was dead for a long time before her body knew it.
14) What worries me most: is living the rest of my life as financially volatile as I have been lately.
15) When I turn my head left, I see: My disorganized dining room
16) When I turn my head right, I see: my disorganized living room
18) What I miss most about the eighties: The music
19) If I were a character written by Shakespeare: I'd cop out and be Cleopatra.. women in power are hot.
20) By this time next year: better damn well have a good job, a good boyfriend, and a good life. 21) A better name for me would be: Ms Addictive
22) I have a hard time understanding: what my puppy really wants
23) If I ever go back to school I'll: become a professional student
24) You know I like you if: I let you invade my personal space
25) If I won an award, the first person I'd thank would be: My mom
26) Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferraro: Brilliant man, Brilliant musician, before my time, and an inspiration for women in the US.
27) Take my advice, never: change yourself for anyone but yourself
28) My ideal breakfast is: coffee.. maybe eggs benedict
29) A song I love, but do not have: nothing I can think of.. if I had, I'd have it.
30) If you visit my hometown, I suggest: you take a u-turn, and leave.
31) Tulips, character flaws, microchips & track stars: not my favorite, sometimes endearing, difficult to locate on dogs and people I haven't slept with.
32) Why won't anyone: let it go.
33) If you spend the night at my house, don't: ignore my dogs
34) I'd stop my wedding for: an act of God, a frank of completely romantic admission of love by a man I'd thought I'd lost forever.
35) The world could do without: useless people who rape the system
36) I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: live in a cardboard box
37) My favorite blonde is: Marilyn Monroe
38) Paper clips are more useful than: my cat
39) If I do anything well, it's: *hehehe*, well, a few things, but keeping it a little more PG, I think I make damn good chili
40) And by the way: I really am pretending to be competent.
41) The last time I was drunk, I: *hope* I was the life of the party, and got hit on by a bald guy who called my 'Lucy'.

Thanks to You

Thanks to you:

• I have to giggle whenever I think about visiting Jaime.
• I always snicker when I pass Sudetan park, and develop the biggest grin when I see a Geo Metro.
• I can't listen to U2's 'With or Without You' and not think it holds a deep profound meaning for me.
• 'Conjunction Junction' and it's more X-rated counterpart 'Vagina Junction' have now become interchangeable.
• I got to be the first one to watch your brother get drunk (and then get immensely sick)
  
• I now know exactly how to make a meal out of nothing and Soupworks.

Even if we're only ever 'just friends', you're still a great friend.. so thanks to you I'll always have a hero and a great friend.

You've dashed back to Dawson in the wee hours of the morning because of a frantic phonecall from me, and you played chaffeur that entire day. I know you didn't agree with me, but you put up with me.

Years later, you came to me because of another phonecall... that took a lot of guts.

I'll always be thankful, thanks to you.

Thanks to you, this year I got to come home for Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you!

Turn the Page

Wow.. today is my final day at a job I've devoted my entire professional being to for the past year and a half. I've been with this job through the entirety of this blog, since I moved into this house and through 2 failed relationships, and as much as I'm excited to be done, I still feel a little let down and sentimental about saying the goodbye. People were calling me all day yesterday, telling me to stay in touch, and wondering if there was any particular reason I'm leaving. It almost makes me wonder if no one ever just quits this company on good terms and just needs a change.

I know a lot of people think I'm nuts for not having something else lined up before I quit, but in truth, it doesn't bug me in the least. As long as rent gets paid and I have ample food for myself and the 'furchildren', I'm certain everything will be ok. And honestly, I think it actually makes a whole lot of sense for me, because for the past 2 weeks I've been excited about 3 things:

1. Corey coming home
2. My final day of work
3. Going home to see my family

Now Corey's home, my final day of work is today and tomorrow I get to see my family.. what incentive do I even have for coming home?

And now, I'm procrastinating instead of finishing laundry and packing like I promised Wayne I would. I should... have another coffee.

Ow, Ow, Ow

I don't know how I did it but somehow I feel asleep last night with my jaw in a perma-clench. Maybe it's the stress of not being AS done my Christmas shopping as I'd formerly hoped, or stressing about work, my final paycheque not being big enough for everything to be covered, but in any case, I woke up this morning with a severe case of 'lock-jaw'.

It took my about an hour this morning of working my jaw open so that I could form legible sentences, as opposed to the grunts my dogs received prior to work.

The day wasn't so bad, although the burger I had for lunch took me an inordinate amount of time to eat (she who usually ravages food like a starving Ethiopian), but then I got home.

Things weren't so bad for the first bit, but by about 10 I was tired, and ready for bed. I slathered on some Extra Strength anbesol and crawled into bed with a book. 2 hours later, I crawled OUT of bed and to the phone.

I called Corey, who was in Nisku visiting a friend, to see if he was going to be home soon to make a quickie run to a 7/11 for some Tylenols since I have NOTHING in my house.

Yes.. I am the Queen of 'No drugs' -- I suffer through migraines, do hot compresses for sore muscles and aches, but RARELY pop a painkiller. So you've got to know this is a doozy.

He informs me he's still in Nisku, almost 45 minutes away, but tells me he might have something in his room. He directs me to his cabinet where he tells me to look for a small prescription bottle.

So do I take one?

No, no.. don't take those, they'll kill you, see the other bottle with only 2 pills?

One of those.

Ummm, no. Those might kill you, too.

Charming.

Anywho.. it turns out the boys on the rig tapped his source of regular not-going-to-kill me meds, so I wander the house looking for something, anything to solve this pain. I think, at this point, I should have an emergency stash of dope hidden someplace just for opportunities when it doesn't seem dumb for me to get stoned.

Then I spot it. Remnants from when DHW and the boys were here.. a small bottle of children's tylenol. Laugh if you will, but remember, desperate times call for desperate measures.

So here I sit, drinking Bailey's and smoking like a bandit waiting for the bubblegum goodness to sink in. And I pray.

Ryan's Birthday (ALL PHOTOS)

Calling in Sick

Limped through my day at work, literally counting minutes until I went home, and desperately wishing they'd just take pity on poor voice-less me and send me home. Natch. They want the biggest bang for their buck.

So honestly... they expect me to catch public transit when it's almost -20 outside to go to a Medicentre, etc, to go get a freaking note to prove what they already witnessed with their own eyes yesterday?

Bunk. If I valued my job and wasn't leaving in a week.. well, I think I'd still tell them to shove it.

Quite honestly.. the only people who can acquire a doctor's note are those well enough to make it into work.. which I'm not.

Company.. here's my thoughts on your Doctor's note:

My Hit Song of 2005

Apparently...

Your 2005 Song Is

Mr. Brightside by The Killers "It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss" Let's just say you're happy to be done with 2005!

What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?

I Like to Borrow, Too

Grab the book nearest you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says.
"I'm not exactly sure when or where or how I got the nerve,"

Stretch out your left arm as far as you can- what do you touch first?
One of my dining room chairs

What is the last thing you watched on TV?
An episode of Mystery Science Theatre with Wayne last night

Without looking, guess what time it is.
10:45

Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
11:23 -- DAMMIT.. I was overestimating.. where is time going?

With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Panic! at the Disco is playing on my PC.. and Summer killing the stuffed bear with the bell in it

When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
About 15 minutes ago.. chasing the dog to tie her up before she escaped.

Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
ivillage.com -- I was checking out my horoscope

What are you wearing?
Black slacks, a pink and white button-down blouse and a leather wristband

Did you dream last night?
I did, although I can't remember what it was about. I remember something about a labyrinth, and trying to save my Christmas tree from some sort of inevitable doom, but that's it.

When did you last laugh?
About 5 minutes ago, I was telling mom how the chinese grocery store a few blocks away does everything.. laundry, cuts keys, sells porn.. and she cracked a joke about them selling tiger gallbladders and black market steroids.. and then it struck me... I wonder if they do?

What is on the walls of the room you are in?
The Green Day calendar Ryan bought me for Christmas, a cork board with bills I have to pay on it

See anything weird lately?
Summer nonchalantly laying on top of Lincoln while she chewed in the toy she'd just stolen from him.. made me reminiscent of childhood fights I'd had with my siblings, when I'd steal their toys and chew on them. Err...

What is the last film you saw?
I guess you could classify the episode of Mystery Science Theatre I saw last night a film, or maybe Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders, the film it was clobbering.

If you became a multi-millionare overnight, what is the first thing you would purchase?
A great property with a good sized house

If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would it be?
Less political correctedness... make using tact mandatory instead. Or something.

Oh, and pass a law which prevents dogs and cats from being bred for and sold from pet stores.

Would prevent dumb people from impulse buying the cute puppy in the window, only to abandon it 6 months later when it chewed up their Jimmy Choos.

Do you like to dance?
All the time -- for any reason, to any song, with my dog and by myself.

Candy Cane Lane, et al

So I put in my notice at work yesterday, and I'm not even sure how to summarize how relieved and yet how nervous it all makes me. Maybe after the barrage of resumes I sent, and the phone calls I received back, that was as good as my job-finding luck will get. Maybe I'll end up grasping at straws looking for something (ANYTHING) to pay my bills and rent. Hey, there's a Mickey D's within walking distance...

I'm not sure how everyone has taken it yet. I just got transferred to a new branch, and my new manager and my Regional have both been nothing but civil since I made that phone call last night, but apparently right after I dropped my resignation, my Regional called Tammy and wanted to know if she knew.

I don't really care, though. I need something more stable, less catch-phrase of the day, something mature. I know that sounds silly for someone with no formal education to say, but honestly, I'm worthy, dammit!

Ryan called tonight and wanted to know if the dogs and I wanted to hit up candy cane lane, so we went for a nice little 20 block walk to go see the lit-up houses. It was nice, but I'm going to agree with his friend, Bonnie -- it just doesn't seem the same without snow.

It's warmed up to a +20 over the past few days -- just my luck.. I'm working.

So anyway, if I had a nickel for everytime someone asked me if Summer was a puppy, because 'aren't Siberian Huskies supposed to be bigger?' or if Lincoln was a purebred because 'Aren't purebred Huskies supposed to have both eyes the same color?' I'd have enough to, well, buy a new pair of socks, but hey, still a lot of nickels!

Linc got really tired after about 8 blocks, but he was being a trooper through and through, and Summer developed a crush on a Malamute Cross male that was walking in front of us for a few blocks, so I think the kids had fun. Me? I'm just freaking tired.

Pax.

80's Music Quiz

The Fiction Bible

No, this isn't going to be a long drawn out explanation on why I think the Bible is just a wonderfully bound novel revered the world around. Although I sort of do.

It's amazing growing up in the Catholic faith. Catholicism is a religion, which I've realized in recent years, is based on the idea of idols. The Catholic church, the crucifix, and the aforementioned book often called 'The Word of God'.

All man-made.

I've come to the consensus recently that I could not be classified as a religious person, but am in fact, just spiritual. I can believe in the idea of a Supreme Being, Holy Entity or even Multiple Deities, because I see the conscious patterns and structures in the natural beauty everywhere in the world that makes me realize it was no accident.

That's enough to make me a believer.

But I can't believe in something that reveres and worships brick and mortar, and it's representation, instead of the everyday beauty and miracles that surround us.

Has anyone ever looked closely at a flower or a single snowflake and been amazed by how deliberately the patterns are made and how beautiful and seamless the entirety of it's creation is?? Or am I the only one?

I also can't practice a religion which I find has the most rigid of dogma's and shoves it down the throat of willing participants the world 'round every Sunday?

Can I accept a religion which asks you to accept and revere the beauty God has created in the world, but one which pegs you with the stigma of following a 'pagan' lifestyle of you prefer to revere this in it's natural surrounding rather than in 'the house of God'?

I don't want to start out a long drawn out debate on this subject quite yet. Unless you bring beer -- I can argue quite efficiently when pleasantly inebriated.

But here's some more food for thought to back up my belief in the possibility of multiple deities, as opposed to one true 'GOD'.. why are Western Christianity based religions the only religions which believe in only one Supreme Being, while historically, religions around the World have worshipped more than one God or Goddess for different seasons and different reasons?

Is it no mistake that the ideal modern day image of 'God' oft displayed in religious/historical texts and many of our minds bears an uncanny resemblance to another 'God' throughout the history of these many polytheistic religions?

Could it be that we often picture the primary God of the Greek pantheon himself-- Zeus?

God - 'Creation of the Heavens' - Michelangelo

Depiction of Zeus and Goddess Hera.

Flamesuit On

My Year as it Appeared

I know a lot of people that write Christmas letters to their friends and family as a way of condensing the entire year's happenings into a neat little package instead of feeling guilty about not staying in contact the entire year and doing NOTHING. I chose to take sloth to a new level and just blog it and hope everyone eventually stumbles on it.

Herein are the details of my entire last year to celebrate a year's worth of blogging!

So Wayne, the guy I met online at a Social networking site in the Spring of '04, and then leaped into a living situation with only a few months into dating, turned out to be a complete cheating nimrod. I heard a lot of 'I told you so' and 'I had a bad feeling about him', but it will never cease to amaze me how many people crawl out of the woodworks with these sorts of sentiments, but just smile and ask when a wedding is impending when you're in the situation.

Tact is one thing, but honesty a completely different thing. The next time I'm with a bad news guy, I want everyone who feels that way to stand up and simultaneously shout 'WASTE-OF-SKIN-ALERT!'. Anything short of this may go unnoticed by me, I warn you.

We officially broke up this spring, although there were breakups this time last Christmas, in January, February, March, etc. In any case.. it's finally done.

Summer finally and officially achieved her Championship with a Best of Breed win in Camrose, Easter weekend, under a lecherous American judge.

Not sure if it was Summer's flawless movement or my bouncing boobs that did it, either way, it doesn't matter. I was too broke to pay for any more entry fees. In reality, she finished her championship February in Calgary, but we all counted points wrong.

While in Calgary, I got to see Tobi, who is doing well, although still immensely disappointed in me for not moving down to Cowtown with her, and pursuing the Wayne thing. I understand why now.

I also finally got to meet Erik, whom I had been talking to online for well over a year by that point, and the three of us enjoyed a fabu Vietnamese meal.

I took over my own branch in January, and proceeded to 'clean-up' all the questionable accounts this old 'manager' left behind for me. Much fun.

In February, I finally got to experience a helicopter in all it's glory. 'Good Wayne' and one of the pilots at Delta took me up for a quick burn. Great experience and I'm ever so thankful to have the chance to do this!

April, the company I was working for was bought out by one of the biggest corporations in Canada. It was a painful transition, and my delicate composure was officially frazzled. I resigned my position and moved to work under another manager at a different branch.

May, I went to the Green Day concert with Ryan.. which was fucking amazing! I know you're not supposed to bring cameras or recording devices, but I captured 2 videos, 1/2 the concert on my handheld recorder and took a ton of pics. Also bought a few T-shirts and Ryan bought me a program. Hella good night!

June, I hopped the big grey dog back to DC to watch my not-so-little brother graduate from High School. I cried, mostly because I graduated years ago and still don't know what 'I want to be when I grow up'.

At the end of June, Dickhead Wayne finally moved out of the house, and back in with his ex wife.

July, I rekindled something with an old flame from pre-DHW. It was beautiful, it was romantic, it was -- short lived. Sadly he had his own issues to work on, and we parted ways one final time.

August, I lived. Nothing interesting happened, except I had a garage sale in hopes to liquidate Wayne's possessions into something a little less IN MY HOUSE. He sent his ex mother in law to confront me, and apparently there was some agreement. Read more.

September I scheduled a week off for holidays, and went back to DC for some much needed R&R with Summer. Ryan drove me there, and we had a great weekend. He headed back to the city on Sunday, and by Tuesday, my landlord was calling because DHW had broke into my house and get whatever was left of his instead of coming 5 days prior when I was home and we had planned for him to come. End R&R time, and begin panic mode.

I've drawn the conclusion the EPS are a bunch of donut-hole ingesting morons.

Come back to the city and cover the basement with the dirty dishes Alex left in the kitchen while I was gone. He moves out an hour later.

Mid-September, Tammy, my new boss, finds herself in a scary living situation and her parents and I do a quick E-move into my now almost empty house. Her, Jeremy, the animals and I live happily for September and October.

Tammy finds her own apartment, moves out, and I scramble to find a new roommate for November 1st.

Pam, my neighbour across the alley suggests a guy that she works with who is hard pressed for a place to live. I oblige, let him move in, and then am still finding I need to scramble to come up with the entirety of rent when the moron fails to pay and then pulls a disappearing act.

I threaten to kick him out, and finally on the 15th of the month he comes up with rent and half of the money for utilities. Then he tells me his mother is in the hospital back in Sudbury and he has to go home to be with her. I find out the day after he left that he got canned from his job.

Also, at the beginning of this month I have an emotional breakdown, and my Regional manager makes me take a week off for stress leave. It was brilliantly scheduled as Corey was coming to Edmonton to look for work that week anyway. He is capitivated by the city, and makes plans to move in sometime in December.

The day before he's scheduled to go back home, good Wayne asks us to accompany him back to Dawson. It works out perfectly, since Corey will save money on a bus ticket back, and I'm always up to have a visit with the Fam. I attend the Grande Prairie dog show, get all sentimental, and mom talks me into taking a puppy back home. I go from being Bridgit: owned by Summer and Onye to Bridgit: Owned by Summer, Onye AND Lincoln. Happiness and lost shoes ensues.

I finally get transferred to the new branch, and after day one am so freaking frustrated that I'm ready to throw in the towel and just drop my resignation early.

So here I sit, early in December, snow is finally on the ground and I look back at the year and think --

Fuck.

Despite all the drama, my life is really boring.

Best wishes to all, I hope everyone makes the most of the next year to come. :)

Not bad for Paint?

I was playing around tonight while I WASN'T sleeping and I came up with this:


I've seen some amazing talent with graphics lately, and I really wanted to try my own hand. Not bad for your basic Paint program huh?

On Sunday...

I sit here at my desk looking around at the branch I've basically called home for the last 7 months and it's hard to believe that today is my last day here. Call me a sentimentalist, whatever, the fact is I grow connections to everything in my life, and I hate goodbyes. Even to the branch that always smells like Subway, with the hanging sign that is bound and determined to decapitate each and every employee walking into the staff room.

I'll miss the fights 'Pumpkin' and I have had about what radio station to listen to (every weekend I was here, I switched to the modern rock Station Sonic, and he was an avid 96X pop music listener).

I'll miss Tammy talking to herself in the corner like madwoman, not realizing that Kyle and I have gone silent and are now raising our eyebrows in uncertainty of whether or not today is the day to commit her.

I'll miss my Tim Horton's ladies and the fact that there were 3 of them who looked astounded if I ordered anything other than an Extra large coffee.

I think I'll even miss handing my empty Red Bull cans to the alley bums, just so they could do something besides ask to bum my cigarettes.

I know Emilia and Abra will both be awesome people to work with, but I'm still apprehensive.

Hell, Tammy and I shared a house together. It's hard not to grow connections to someone when you've seen them at 8 in the morning with bad hair, glaring at the cappucino maker and wondering why it's not more instant. I'll always remember laughing at the idiots on Blind Date when we were both supposed to be sleeping, and our 80's fashion show for the guys.

And Kyle.. I think Tam and I both had apprehensions that anyone else could ever fill Princess' flaming gay shoes, but Kyle became the happy medium in the branch. Goofy enough to get my obscure Family Guy references, but hardworking enough for things to get done around here.

I think they're both going to be mildly upset that I'm taking 6 of my best clientele to their competition, but I'm not sure I could cope without Ron coming in every weekend with my mid-afternoon coffee, going 'Mornin' Smilie, I brought java!', or mildly neurotic Anna worrying that she's going to be an old lady eating dinner at Denny's by herself on Christmas Eve.

Well.. cheers to one chapter ending and another beginning.

And Corey informs me there's only 11 days until he comes home from work again! YAY!

You know you're a dog person when...

The sound of any liquid hitting the floor two rooms away at 3 a.m. Is enough to launch you out of bed; but otherwise you can sleep through a ringing telephone, the alarm clock, earthquake tremors, etc.
(Especially with a new puppy in the house!)

The whereabouts of all your important legal and personal documents escapes you, yet you know precisely where to locate the file that includes all the vet records, breeding records and registration papers.
(I think my most recent bank statement is under Summer's Canadian Kennel Club New Champion certificate with the rest of the dog papers)

You buy vitamin supplements for your dog and administer them daily, but consider yourself fortunate if you remember totake your own more than twice a week.
(And I wonder why I get sick if someone sneezes in a half mile radius, while my dogs maintain constitutions as strong as bulls)

You justify the addition of a significant other in your life so you can have someone to hold the dogs when you're out walking in town and want to run into a store to buy coffee or an ice cream.
(They do help, although I can make do)

You watch simply awful movies because your breed is either featured in a cameo scene or there's a 3-second camera shot during a crowd scene.
(Hmm.. the movie 'Homeward Bound II' comes to mind.. I saw a Toller! And guess who noticed the Sibe puppy in the laundry basket in 'The Sixth Sense' first??)

You've memorized you dog's pedigree at least 5 generations back (including coat colors, kennels, and personality descriptions)--but know next to nothing about your own parentage.
(I honestly tried to disprove this one, but quite frankly, my family tree cuts off at Great Grandparents)

Your dog brings a dead bird/squirrel into the kitchen and generously gives it to you with a big doggie smile. You say "For me? Thank you." and take it for granted it is just another day
(Squirrels I draw the line at, although I am maintaining a rapidly growing collection of random yard garbage)

You meet other people with dogs, and remember their dog's call name after 30 seconds, but don't get the owner/handler's name until you've met them 2 or 3 times. (At which point you know the dog's registered name, lineage, show history, and probably only the first name of the owner/handler) OR You can only remember people by associating them with their dog
(Hahaha.. I'll admit it, I know a lot of people as 'Bruno's Mom' and not as Marie, especially in show circles. It's usually "The girl with the really nice Irish Setter bitch?")

You have your dog's picture on your office desk (but no one else's)
(And whenever a client or coworker so much as mentions a dog, I have to show off my 'kids')

You have nose and paw prints on all glass surfaces and you leave them there because cleaning them seems so futile at this point.
(Back door, front picture window, and front screen door have a custom Summer paw painted mural, and I *thought* about cleaning them, but then how would people know a dog lives there? I mean, aside from the Husky hair woven into the furniture, and the food.)

You don't work late or socialize after work because you have to get home totake care of your dog.
(It's great having a new puppy, now I don't have to blow drinks after work off for "I'll be washing my hair", it's a totally valid excuse! "Puppy needs out, sorry!")

You buy premium quality dog kibble for your dog, but live on take-out, frozen pizza, and blue-box macaroni and cheese yourself.
(Or Lipton Sidekicks! Bonus points because my dogs eat steak more than I do!)

Hahahahaha.. Dogs are great!

In the Spirit...?

Kyle's Art Deco Tree -->

Tammy and her 'We're-Dreaming-of-a-Tropic-Christmas' Tree -->

<-- What the actual tree looked like in the beginning. Tra-la-la-la-bah-humbug.

Providing a Service...

doesn't make me a servant.

We're all consumers, but I don't think everyone has worked in the service industry, but for those lame-ass customers who HAVE, grab a brain! You know what it's like!

If I appear closed, and I appear to be closing, then I'm probably closed. Just because I haven't locked the door yet doesn't make me open for business still.

Telling me that you know it won't take long, doesn't make me want to help you out after hours any more than I already did. In fact, it probably hurts your chances of me doing you a favor.

Are you doing my job? No, you aren't, because if you were then you'd know that you walking in my door 16 minutes after closing time, and acting like a jerk because I won't help you is not only extremely disrespectful, but also stupid on your part.

Put yourself in my shoes.. if you were working in customer service, and someone walked in your door while you're in the middle of cashout and required something that would take an additional 1/2 an hour of your time, would you want to help them? Additionally, would you want to help them if they act as if they know your job description better than you do?

On another note.. what part of 'Company Policy' do people not understand? You can stand and scream at me, the front line staff, because you feel our policies are unfair and impractical and you can be sure I'll march out the front door as soon as my shift is over and give the suits who write my (meager) paycheque a piece of my mind in your honor.

Natch. I'll probably make the new guy deal with you the next time.. y'know.. the one who is agonizingly slow and DUMB.

Write a letter, make a phone call, but yelling at me, you're likely going to regret when you now have to go completely out of your way to a different location because you embarrased yourself by being a hothead.

And.. patience is a virtue, people, have it if you can. I am one person, I promise. Huffing, puffing and glaring in my direction doesn't ensure that I'll leave the customer ahead of you, or drop what I'm in the middle of doing to help you. I greeted you when you walked in, I know you're there!

If you are incapable of waiting 2 minutes for service when everyone is busy, why do you insist on coming during peak periods?

Whew.. rant ended.

Bad day at work.