So.... I'm only at this job for three more days. Is it acceptable to tell somebody to go fuck themselves? Because I really don't care or get paid enough to deal with these shitty customers anymore.π
Sitting quietly at my desk minding my own.
My boss in her office:
CHLOE WHYYYYYYY ARE YOU LEAVING US? WILL YOU PLEASE STAY? YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU WILL HATE IT. YOUR JOB WILL BE HERE WHEN YOU GET TIRED OF WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING.
I just spent 20 minutes explaining to a customer that there litterally is no way to apply graphics to a window and be able to see both in and out. He threw a fit.
It took a grown man 20 minutes to figure out the concept of the 15 GIANT FUCKING WINDOWS in front of him as we spoke.
My dumb ass spent 5 minutes last night telling my grandma (who has cancer and recently lost all of her beautiful blonde hair) how soft and great my hair felt after washing it the other night.
I didn't realize what I was doing until I saw the look on her face. I'm a dick.ππ
My bosses: Quit telling people that the massage place next door is a whore house.
Me: But it is, their business has been slow lately, and quite frankly their rent is what pays our light/water bill here.. So I'm not exactly sure of what you want from me.. π
Brian used to say things like "nobody in your family will ever love you more than me, you don't need them" then watch my reaction to decide if it was working for him...
Jon makes it a point to see them, and to include them in things he knows will make me happy. βΊπ
Just as I was feeling good about my clean house and adult life, I spilled the bong water all over myself and the couch.
We'll try this again next week.