Bevendre

This weekend’s been awful.
Friday Batman vs Superman gave me a rage headache the likes of which I haven’t had since Shyamalan’s The Last Airbender (BvS is not a terrible movie, but it’s still pretty freaking bad).
Saturday was an 11 hour shift on my birthday followed by my parents passive-aggressively reminding me that I’m lonely and socially inept.
Today was another 11 hour shift, on Easter, while my extended family gathered for Easter dinner, and to celebrate mine and my brother’s birthdays, all while I had to cut out my lunch break because of shitty scheduling and a bad turn of events for a coworker.

Fuck me.

Remember, when dealing with someone in customer service to be polite and considerate.  They are there to help you, and make shopping or using their company’s service easier.  They are not trying to cheat you, and know what they’re talking about more than you do.

In summary: Shut up, stay calm, open your ears and let me do my goddamn job!  I’m on your side, I’m here to help as much as I can, and that’s a lot fucking easier without you screaming at me that you know how my job works better than I do.

It’s my birthday today, and every mention of it the past couple days has effectively been a passive aggressive way of saying “Get the fuck out of the house already you mooch”, or “isn’t it about time you had a social life?”

I love my family sometimes.