Out of My Face


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Ok, this is truely annoying.

Here I sit at my little desk, looking cute, trying to do my job and refraining from yelling at the obnoxious people on the phone or from trying to choke every last person who comes in.

This, rather large, lady came in to pick up her pay-check. It is clearly posted to pick up your check, you MUST have ID. Well, she waddles in, and acts all huffy and important, I asked her for her ID, and she was like "You know me, you don't need my ID."

Erm, yes I need it, and no I don't know you.

So she glares at me "You have been here four weeks! WHY do you need to see my ID??" I stared right back at her beady little pig eyes, "Ma'am I cannot give you your check without ID."

So she storms out, and proceeds to rifle through her car for the next fifteen minutes. She doesn't get ALL the way into the car, just partially, so her large rear is waving in the air, passerby's staring.

She finally marches back in, and shoves it a inch and a half from my nose. "Now! Take a good look! I don't want to have to do that again!"

With the sweetest, most delightful look I can possibly muster, I said "Ma'am no ID, no check."



She didn't body slam me, but glared fiercly and cussed her way out the door.


That wasn't the first incident like that, and I don't understand why people have to be so RUDE! Please be nice to the poor little people like me!


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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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