I cut the tip of my finger off yesterday. Yep, spent the entire semester cutting up crap for my graphic design class, and the moment I try to make christmas cards I cut the tip of my finger off with an xacto knife when my hand slipped on the ruler. Had to go to the emergency room because it was still gushing blood after 45 minutes. They wrapped it nice and....big. So needless to say, I can't type very fast right now.
I go to work thirty minutes after I get home.
Most customers were nice, sympathetic, gave me a laugh. One woman, one of the I'M IN THE BIGGEST HURRY EVER type customers, decided to trade some shit in, get credit on the card. Now, trading stuff in means I have to type in name, address, DOB, name of first born child, all sorts of info. So what does she do when I'm halfway done?
"Ugh, can't you type any faster?"
I looked at her, looked at my hand, held up my hand, looked at her. "No."
WTF, bitch. Screw you, I'll touch you with my bloody sausage finger.
I go to work thirty minutes after I get home.
Most customers were nice, sympathetic, gave me a laugh. One woman, one of the I'M IN THE BIGGEST HURRY EVER type customers, decided to trade some shit in, get credit on the card. Now, trading stuff in means I have to type in name, address, DOB, name of first born child, all sorts of info. So what does she do when I'm halfway done?
"Ugh, can't you type any faster?"
I looked at her, looked at my hand, held up my hand, looked at her. "No."
WTF, bitch. Screw you, I'll touch you with my bloody sausage finger.
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