Some people reading these posts may wonder why we all sound so jaded and tired in our posts. We tend to post the big, crappy things that happen to us through the course of our day, but sometimes it is the little things that cause the most damage.
A few weeks ago I came in to work at 7am. Usually i'm not prepared for the morning shift and come in all groggy and pissed off. This morning was different. I'm newly married and this shift was the first after spending two weeks in Hawaii on my honeymoon. Fall had just started, the radio played really good music on the way in and my mood couldn't possibly have been any better or any genuine.
About 15 minutes into my shift i went and got myself some coffee. Our coffee table is along a wall and there really isn't enough room for two people to stand and pour. It is designed for you to pour your cup and move along to the sugar and creamer less than a foot away. I walk up to the coffee table and there is a old man just finishing pouring two cups. (One of those really old men with the wrinkly, fat red noses and a pissed off look on his face (that should have been a warning)). I expected him to move out of the way as i reached and got a cup and started pouring, sort of standing off to his side.
Me: Good morning sir! How did you sleep last night?
Om: That was rude.
Me: Er.. excuse me?
Om: Your mother did a terrible job.
Me: ...
A few weeks ago I came in to work at 7am. Usually i'm not prepared for the morning shift and come in all groggy and pissed off. This morning was different. I'm newly married and this shift was the first after spending two weeks in Hawaii on my honeymoon. Fall had just started, the radio played really good music on the way in and my mood couldn't possibly have been any better or any genuine.
About 15 minutes into my shift i went and got myself some coffee. Our coffee table is along a wall and there really isn't enough room for two people to stand and pour. It is designed for you to pour your cup and move along to the sugar and creamer less than a foot away. I walk up to the coffee table and there is a old man just finishing pouring two cups. (One of those really old men with the wrinkly, fat red noses and a pissed off look on his face (that should have been a warning)). I expected him to move out of the way as i reached and got a cup and started pouring, sort of standing off to his side.
Me: Good morning sir! How did you sleep last night?
Om: That was rude.
Me: Er.. excuse me?
Om: Your mother did a terrible job.
Me: ...
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