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Alpha Retards and Possible Break-ins.

29 Aug

Had one of those crazy days at work with the worst kind of customers ever today. I had to work with two customers on three different computers at the same time, while on the phone with technical support fixing a third phone, all the while with these crazy women yelling and trying to intimidate and demand credits and free stuff.

Really? Great try. You’re not a valuable customer when you start to yell at me when I am trying to explain you the problem and only doing something for you I shouldn’t even do in the first place. Sorry bitch.

And in the midst of it all, I observe the social effect, that starts with one customer complaining and slowly everyone around starts to complain about things they didn’t need to be complaining about. Probably the most annoying thing about females. They always want to relate, always want to connect. And they do it by finding the smallest thing in common with the person they are talking to.

But, I guess I handled half of the crazy women in the store pretty well. Keeping my cool was so hard, but I managed to have them leave smiling. Except for the alpha retard of the day. Another customer who was waiting for quite sometime comes up to me, rubs my hand, and so genuinely asked me if I am okay. I didn’t realize my hands were crazy cold until she pointed it out.

This wasn’t even as bad. It was the man who had come in earlier during the day that brought out a side of angry in me my coworkers were left shocked and scared, saying they have never seen me like this. I had done nothing except greet him and he just speaks back to me in Polish, I assume that’s what it was, where he did not even ask for someone who speaks Polish. But I went and got my Polish-speaking coworker anyway since all this dude was doing was raising his voice at me and used his body language to show instant frustration with me. And apparently, he could very well speak enough English to have a normal conversation with.

And then he addresses me trying to ask me questions about me like I am stupid because I rolled my eyes at him. Yes, I did that. At that point, I had every right to roll my eyes at him. I snapped back at him with my answers to his questions, and added “thank you very much!” Well, he shut up and left. I had already devised at least 5 kinds of deaths for him in my head in the 50 seconds he addressed me in English when he could have just spoken to me in that language from the start.

Forget the old rule “Customer Is Always Right“. For all I have learned from my experience, “Customers Are Mostly Officially Retarded Thinking They Can Take Advantage Of The Old Rule.

When will they get it? You don’t mess with people who handle your phone service. You don’t mess with them especially if they are me. Me when angry. My coworker came up to me after he was gone and made me breath till I was calm. Even though I was smiling back at her, I don’t know how I got so angry.

Could be the possibility I was actually still tensed from last night. I think my room was broken into. I mean, less think. More obviously that someone was in my bedroom, and forgot to fix something the way it’s always supposed to be. Either because whoever it was left in a hurry and didn’t realize, or left it that way so I would notice. AND… my window is open just a little more than what I had left it at. Considering whoever it was pulled down the curtain I had left barely-balanced on purpose. Everything else in my room seemed in the right place. Nothing missing. Except for the curtain. The horrible mistake of not fixing it back up the way it was supposed to be.

That is why I assume it was through the window. But my window looks out on a 24/7 busy street, and I had gotten home from work close to midnight last night anyway. So whoever it was could not have done it unnoticed. Hence, I have been panicky, and that has made me angry. Nothing is missing, but I don’t know if something is added. With new drawer additions to my room, I shall finally be able to create more space and reorganize and figure out the count of my items -__-


My Inner Mr. Hyde

30 Apr

For a past few days, the easiest feeling to feel has been anger for me. Honestly, it’s like one of the rarest of emotions in me, but when I’m there, all hell is about to break loose.

I am all fake smiley smiley this morning getting ready for work and walking in the rain without an umbrella with tyDi’s music blasting in my ears. I get on the train, watch the rain, try to be sad and relate to the lyrics of the songs playing – which by the way, isn’t hard to do. Nadia Ali’s lyrics at the moment are practically composed of pieces right out of my life.

So when it’s about time to get off the train, there is this huge dude standing in front of me, eyeballing the heck out of me and not ashamed I caught him doing that, and goes on to whisper something to the dude next to him making him turn my way too. Some of the most uncomfortable seconds of my life. I couldn’t wait to run off the train when it finally came to a stop.

I’m highly annoyed. Since last week, these public transit uncomfiness has increased numerous degrees. Strangers approaching with topics of conversation like the night sky being so pink or the moon being so little, being stopped to be told I just missed my train and I have to wait a few more minutes (really now!? I didn’t know that!?), graffiti sketches of guns being shown to me to get my opinion, being holla’d at, told I’m stopping all the traffic, and the friendly convenience store man out of nowhere suddenly using that creepy tone of interest rubbing his palms together… GOODNESS!!!

All time high frustrations. I mean I knew mental disorders were no myth, but I didn’t realize they were this abundant among the Chicago population either. I’ve had some “lost” customers come in at work, demanding to make use of a special offer that expired months and maybe even a year ago, and refusing to believe the promotions really are over. It’s pretty frustrating, and sometimes even scary, dealing with these people. But it’s a job and has to be done.

But for the strangers on the streets or the nice old man at the store I was nice to, who don’t hesitate in pissing me off or scaring the crap out of me, it’s annoying. I don’t know how far I am from making some creep swallow his own teeth.

I have, for a few years now, given myself another name – a part of me that is. The part that is much stronger and wiser and unafraid. And for a few months now, she was suppressed because I didn’t feel like she was needed anymore. But with how situations in my life are working out these days, it’s like my Mr. Hyde is going to come out anytime now. And won’t go away until I have given the world a piece of my mind and am able to go back to being me.

It’s Been A While

9 Apr

Blogging again. From work. Bad idea. But I swear it couldn’t get any slower than it is right now, so why not?

I been gone for long I feel. Waiting for something to happen in my life that is worthwhile, but yet again, only drama finds me.

My “peace and harmony” techno anthem keeps getting disrupted. It’s like there isn’t enough I can do to vent out how drastically my life travels through highs and lows.

On one hand, some aspects of my life start working out, looking good. On the other, I can feel witch nails tearing down what I am trying to build, very much uselessly.

What does this drama involve? Family. Extended family. The ones who never gave crap about my existence, and now suddenly I’m in spotlight for nothing I have done. People need a reason to gossip, and I would ignore it if it only concerned me, but when it involves people who mean the world to me… That’s that.

I don’t know, I can’t pretend to be somebody I am not, it’s just not me. If you can’t accept me, cut me out. I’ve never needed anyone, I will never need anyone. Especially people who won’t listen and just blabber on, passing judgements like they are so wise they can just read me.

And that now applies to these people I once called family. My problem has been I’ve stayed silent when I probably should have spoken up, and now, well, I kind of really have nothing to do with this family. The extended that is. As quick as people become a part of my life, even quicker I erase them.

And probably this blog entry makes no sense cuz I’ve taken several breaks from it to attend to customers, but bottom line, family the kind I have been thrown into recently equals nothing but drama and gossip and talking smack to feel superior themselves. I shouldn’t even let it get to me like this, but the way it was put out to me, mehh.

I am angry basically. I hate drama oh so much but guess it loves me. Things are going to change from now though… Just a few more weeks to my birthday and this one is going to be a new beginning.