Movie Fenrir is here!
He's pretty hot, for a man. :} Also, when I saw this entry, Tweak said, "Voldemort for President!" which I found ironic. And highly amusing.
Oh yes, some annoyingly long-winded man accosted me at work today to spread his love for Ron Paul and ranted about localised governments for about ten minutes. I stared at him flatly the entire time, and he finally went away. He could have been talking about any candidate, and I would have reacted the same. I am at work. I do not care what you have to say to me.
Also, work related: I finally did what I have been longing to do since day one. I have heard so many complaints that the self-check outs are going to take cashier's jobs, and since I don't run a register (I am teh boss, I don't have to!) I do end up overseeing the self check outs, so I have even been told myself many a time that they are going to take MY job, which just drives me crazy because um, no they aren't. Finally, the other morning (it is always bad for me to deal with the public in the mornings), an old man got in my face and said, 'You're all going to be out of a job thanks to these things!' to which I said, "I don't care."
I have wanted to say that for one year and nine months. I don't care.
He blinked, and looked at me, startled, and asked, "What?"
I shrugged, and repeated myself. "I don't care." It was lovely: Simple, effective, to the point, and said with utter certainty. I relished the syllables flowing off my tongue.
As you can imagine, I expected further comment, but to my surprise, he turned away, grabbed his reciept, and left with a flustered expression.
I DON'T CARE, I DON'T CARE, I DON'T CARE! HAHA! I did a victory dance.
And then I stole a cup of coffee from the karaffe Contractor Services puts out for the customers*. Take that.
*Most stores, the people who work at Contractor Services make the coffee. At this store, the head of the department (who is a man), doesn't think men should have to make coffee. Management has tried to make my department do this, and thus make it my responsibility. I, however, am not his secretary, peon, mother, or wife, and he has learned that someone from his department WILL make the coffee, or the coffee does not fucking get made**.
**And when some asshole associate walks up to me and the first thing out of their mouth is, 'Did you forget to make the coffee? Where's the coffee?' he gets clubbed with the fucking caraffe***.
***Not to mention, it's FOR THE CUSTOMERS. How dare he get snotty with me because I didn't make the coffee and thus he could not have some, when he isn't allowed to drink it in the first place?