Your "AHA!" moments...
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Netzach
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There's nothing about my psyche or temprement *suited* to retail or waiting tables, but I didn't exactly have the option to wait it out.
I had to pull it out of my ass and make it work. I wasn't great at it, but assholes who felt that I should suck their dick harder as part of my job weren't exactly going to get what they wanted. I was pleasant, not a spaz, and hated doing it. Tough shit for me.
Epiphany - I can be flexible enough to get through anything. The cockroach is my totem animal, there's a reason they're the first animal I drew pictures of.
I had to pull it out of my ass and make it work. I wasn't great at it, but assholes who felt that I should suck their dick harder as part of my job weren't exactly going to get what they wanted. I was pleasant, not a spaz, and hated doing it. Tough shit for me.
Epiphany - I can be flexible enough to get through anything. The cockroach is my totem animal, there's a reason they're the first animal I drew pictures of.
Eh, that's what happens when you get most of your news from American sources.
Yes, I know. What's your point?
Do I really have to say it again? I tip. I don't tip for nothing, but I tip.
Yes! Because damn me for thinking people should put in some frakking effort into their jobs! I'll hop back in step with everybody else and pay extra for bad service! Hallefuckinglujah I have seen the light!
I financed myself through my student loan and working part-time at a recruitment firm (the local Reed place) for two years, doing office monkey work. It was unpleasant and it paid shittily, meaning I've left with a ridiculous amount of debt. I assume you've got some crafty insult lined up, so take your shots.
Shankara20
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and I add my
for my USofA-centric perspective - so sorry for just assuming where you are living...
midwestyankee
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My most recent epiphany was to see that not everyone can understand how restrained it was of me to use the term "dickweed."
Netzach
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So honestly, you get such shitty service most of the time? Most people I've had in full service joints are doing decently, frankly if they don't I don't think they last long. I don't tip full amount if someone's a yutz, and I don't tip at all if they're ruining the experience for me, but only very rarely have I encountered either of these things.
You're saying you have to be impressed above and beyond someone doing their job to consider them worth paying. At least when you leave home, as they're being paid somewhat in the EU and I still get the impression tip is more optional and less assumed.
Relax, worse things have happened.
I just remember my dad's always talking about being there, I know he works there and I can't remember the name of the building complex off-hand, so Whitehall.
I have to at least think the service was good. Is that really so much to ask?
Cattypuss
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Seriously, mate, if you want the job you have to get clued up about how it works. You don't seem to really understand what the civil service is or the difference between a Govt. Department and a Ministry. Plenty of people being interviewed for the job will be savvy enough to know. And the interviewers will not miss that point.
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missginger2177
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Alright, I have just had an epiphany. Not a life-altering one, but relevant I think.
No matter how well intentioned a thread may start, this group will find a way to hijack it, or get so far off topic, the title will no longer make sense.
No matter how well intentioned a thread may start, this group will find a way to hijack it, or get so far off topic, the title will no longer make sense.
WHAT difference? I confused the Department of Defense with the Ministry of Defense - not exactly a world-ending slip, considering "department" and "ministry" mean the same damn thing for all intents and purposes - and being in the civil service just means you're working to keep the government running.
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That's how I feel. It doesn't happen to me that often. Especially not at sit down restaurants.
Pfft. Ha.
And the best of luck to you in all your future endeavours as well.
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Okee dokee, epiphanies…
Perhaps the second most important aha moment in my life occurred during one of the lowest points. I’d told my alcoholic, abusive husband I wanted a divorce, he begged me to go to counseling and I agreed – after all, rushing into the marriage had been a mistake, maybe rushing out wasn’t such a good idea either.
We went to marriage counseling. He went to AA and anger management courses; I went to Al-anon meetings. These were tense times, as he always had one foot on the wagon and one foot off. It was at my third Al-anon meeting that the aha happened. These programs use a lot of easy-to-remember catch phrases: “Let go and let god”, “One day at a time”, etc. On that evening, one of the members said, “Remember, every time you point a finger, there are three more pointing back at you.”
For some reason, that one was the crushing blow for me.
Looking around the room, at my fellow sufferers. I realized two things instantly. First, if I didn’t get my ass out of this marriage, that would be me in twenty years, still sitting in those plastic chairs, dark circles under my eyes, looking ten years older than I was, telling everyone how this was a “good” week because he’d only yelled at me once or twice.
Second, that as much of an asshole as my husband was, I’d married him and no one had forced me to. In fact, there had been plenty of warning signs, if I’d bothered pulling my head out of my ass long enough to look. There had also been no shortage of friends and family who’d warned me against the marriage and, wow, maybe they weren’t all just jealous or mean spirited, maybe they’d actually been trying to help me? Sure, I’d suffered plenty at his hands but I had two good legs, a brain, and people who loved me and would take me in, all I ever had to do was decide not to take it anymore.
I never attended another meeting. I packed up and left my husband the next morning and never looked back. As broken as I was, I wasn’t angry because I accepted my responsibility in the whole debacle. Best of all, with the understanding that I could no longer blame others for my unhappiness, I started thinking more carefully about how to avoid all the mistakes I’d made in the past and start taking care of myself the way I knew I deserved.
This aha moment brought me happiness, peace and forgiveness.
Perhaps the second most important aha moment in my life occurred during one of the lowest points. I’d told my alcoholic, abusive husband I wanted a divorce, he begged me to go to counseling and I agreed – after all, rushing into the marriage had been a mistake, maybe rushing out wasn’t such a good idea either.
We went to marriage counseling. He went to AA and anger management courses; I went to Al-anon meetings. These were tense times, as he always had one foot on the wagon and one foot off. It was at my third Al-anon meeting that the aha happened. These programs use a lot of easy-to-remember catch phrases: “Let go and let god”, “One day at a time”, etc. On that evening, one of the members said, “Remember, every time you point a finger, there are three more pointing back at you.”
For some reason, that one was the crushing blow for me.
Looking around the room, at my fellow sufferers. I realized two things instantly. First, if I didn’t get my ass out of this marriage, that would be me in twenty years, still sitting in those plastic chairs, dark circles under my eyes, looking ten years older than I was, telling everyone how this was a “good” week because he’d only yelled at me once or twice.
Second, that as much of an asshole as my husband was, I’d married him and no one had forced me to. In fact, there had been plenty of warning signs, if I’d bothered pulling my head out of my ass long enough to look. There had also been no shortage of friends and family who’d warned me against the marriage and, wow, maybe they weren’t all just jealous or mean spirited, maybe they’d actually been trying to help me? Sure, I’d suffered plenty at his hands but I had two good legs, a brain, and people who loved me and would take me in, all I ever had to do was decide not to take it anymore.
I never attended another meeting. I packed up and left my husband the next morning and never looked back. As broken as I was, I wasn’t angry because I accepted my responsibility in the whole debacle. Best of all, with the understanding that I could no longer blame others for my unhappiness, I started thinking more carefully about how to avoid all the mistakes I’d made in the past and start taking care of myself the way I knew I deserved.
This aha moment brought me happiness, peace and forgiveness.
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...well, like I'm thread boss or something.
You have my permission to be Thread Boss today. I'll even go get you a fancy hat to wear and everything!
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Keroin
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Does he get a whip or a cane to punish hijackers? Huh?
No, this is a non-violent thread. I am, however, going to give him several squares of bubble wrap to hand out to anyone who is stressed out about the hijacking, and ear plugs for those who do not care to listen to the popping.
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Dude...bubble wrap!!
graceanne
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*blank stare*
Bubble wrap is that stuff used for packaging. You press on the little bubbles, they go "pop" with a really satisfying noise and then you find yourself still sitting there four hours later in a pile of popped wrap. It's like the most addictive thing ever, like coke and heroin and LSD and Coke all blended into one disgusting concoction and pumped straight into your heart
graceanne
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I know what it is. My children use it to drive me batty. So does K. They're required to pop it OUTSIDE cause the noise irritates the crap out of me.
The blank stare was because she's comparing bubble wrap with crops. *shakes head*
