do i look like i care?

because i really don't.

i know its my job to be polite, and i know that sometimes people have bad days and need to let it all out (hmm, seem to be having one of those right now, hence the blog). but i dont get paid (or tipped) enough to be a therapist. when i ask "how are you", it is really out of obligation, and is pretty much a rhetorical question. respond to me with "good" or "fine" and let's both get on with our lives. don't say "ehhhh life sucks, i dont have a job, blah blah blah" ... what am i supposed to do with that?! cry? offer you my job? because standing there awkwardly doesnt seem to suffice for you. get a blog and leave me alone.

el trabajo.

i like working alone. especially in the mornings. it keeps me busy and forces me to wake up and accept that the day has started and i need to get with the program. i get to keep the temperature where i want it. i get to listen to the music i want. i get to read my book - or blog! - when its slow, without feeling obligated to make small talk.

here's some tips to customers... if you want good service, follow these guidelines.
DON'T pull up to my window on your phone and then get upset when i'm speaking to you. i understand you can get a call two seconds before you pull up, but don't get mad at me because there are people behind you and you're whispering your order to me, as not to upset the precious person on the other line.
DON'T tell me what our prices are. when your $25 prepaid card lasts 2.5 days because you spend almost ten bucks a day on coffee, dont act surprised when your money runs out. 12 shots of coffee a day isnt healthy, you fat lard.
DON'T ask me where another girl is. if you dont like my coffee, then don't come when i'm working. if you want to talk to someone else, then come when you see her car, or call her. i'm not a secretary and i don't know or care where someone is or what they're doing when they're not here.
DON'T leave your ginormous truck running while trying to speak to me. i can't hear you.
DON'T play your music so loud you blow out your speakers while you're waiting for your drink. no one wants to hear your shitty music.
DO tip me lots of money and tell me i have pretty hair