ChakatBlackstar

This is something I've noticed in my years of working in the service industry. While teenagers aren't the best behaved of the customers, they are not the worst of them. In fact, far from it. Many of them are actually polite and understanding, or at least straight-forward, no nonsense, types of customers who just want to get in and get out.  The worst customers, are the old people. They don't listen when you try to explain things, they argue over your own policies even though you've been trained more recently then they have, they try to tell you how to do your job and don't have any faith in your skills no matter how fucking awesome you are at it, and they never remember how to run their checks even though they've been using this stupid, asinine, and outdated method of payment since before I was born, and often times expect things out of you that aren't part of your job requirement. I mean, honestly, they will wait five minutes fiddling with their wallet and purse much longer then any normal person does and wait for you to put their bags in their cart. I wanna scream "that's not part of my cashier's jobs. They're not doing it to be nice, they're doing it because you take too fucking long." and the worst part is, I'm pretty sure some of them know they're supposed to do it themselves but don't because they know that the cashiers will if they wait long enough because they think they're entitled to it or something. Good service isn't a right, it's a nicety that we provide to your wrinkly self-centered asses. If it were up to me, you'd all be using the self-checkouts.

And that's another thing, why does everyone have to bitch about them. Not just their performance, I could live with that. But they bitch about their very existence, About how they're taking people's jobs away and other such misinformed bullcrap. Did people bitch this much about self-serve gas pumps? Seriously. They still need a cashier to attend to them to deal with problems, and at my store, I wish we had more because we don't have enough cashiers to keep up with the demand all the time because apparently getting people to actually show up for the job is surprisingly difficult.

Besides, they'll never completely replace normal registers...not before both are replaced by automated storefronts at least, something that will be coming in the next 10-20 years. Basically a super sized vending machine, with conveyer belts that move food items from storage to a deposit where a person can pick up whatever they ordered. Chips, milk, soda, even alcohol thanks to a camera and a person checking the ID by remote. That's right...ID checks will be outsourced. Convenience and grocery stores will eventually be replaced by them, leaving only clothing and electronics stores...maybe.

I do love arguing with people, especially those who argue against LGBT equallity. Yet, anytime I seem to make enough progress, the bastards I'm arguing with suddenly block me. The worst part is, they usually do so after sending me a post, and then after I spend who knows how long creating a response, I find out they've blocked me. No chance to reply, explain myself, or post a counter arguement. It's total bullcrap. Why are they so afraid of truth. This latest guy for example, accused me of saying morality shallow, but that's not what I meant at all, but does he want to hear it? No. Well, since I'm ranting to no one in particular here, I'll post what I was going to say right here...partially because I don't want this to go to waste and partially in the hope that hisarcher19 will see it and reconsider his decision to block me.

I'm sorry, you misunderstand me. I'm not saying moral codes are shallow per se, but the people who create them might be. Now, many like to claim that morals are absolute, and there are a few things I'd like to believe are absolute, but the rest is largely subjective. Now please hear me out before you block me or something.

Heh...so much for THAT.

Morality is something that each person decides on for themselves. We can try and claim we all have the same morals, but the truth is we don't. No one has the exact same concepts of right and wrong, fact and fiction. Even Christians, who follow the bible will have different concepts of morality. There are even factions of Christians who would condemn your own asexuality as eschewing your moral duty to god to get married and procreate. They would condemn you as selfish, self-centered, and immoral. Based on some parts of the bible, they'd even have a case. You could also point out that some parts of the bible support indefinite abstinence when one can in fact resist "natural urges".  Christians have an entire book to dictate to them how one should conduct themselves in a moral manner and you STILL can't all agree on how to act. So if all these different moral codes can be developed from a single book, then how can we explain why they're different? Simple: everyone develops their own morals. You might be inspired by the bible, but so are 90% of the people in prison, yet clearly you have a different code from them, correct? So, if each moral code is different, even from the same source of inspiration, then one can ultimately conclude that a moral code is as shallow as the person who creates it, correct?

Now sure we may have some differences, but I'm sure we can agree on a few moral absolutes. Unjustified murder is bad, forcing oneself on another person's body to any degree is wrong, stealing in a non-emergency situation, no talking in the theater once a movie starts, for example.

Okay...things aren't quite as bad as they first appeared. Apparently what broke was some sorta ball joint and the current estimate is about $250 instead of a thousand. I'm not sure how long the repairs are going to take though. Luckily the towing costs are covered by insurance and the people at the church were all really nice about it so...things are going to be tight, but not as bad as "Royally fucked".

The suspension in my mom's car, the only car we have that's reliable enough to get to my school and back home again, broke just as I was pulling into town. I turned off the highway, then I heard a grating noise, kind of like I was dragging something so I pulled into the church parking lot just a few hundred feet off the high way and take a look, and saw nothing, so I called my mother for advice and she told me that if she got out there and the car could've still made it home she'd be pissed. So after getting almost yelled at I give up and decide to go for it, what's the worst that could happen? Then as I pull out of the parking spot I parked in the car shuddered and suddenly it wouldn't move and even neutral didn't do anything, and I find my self stuck at the entrance to the church parking lot. I climb out and find the front left tire at an odd angle with that part of the car putting it's weight on it, the suspension clearly broken. Now unless we have at least a 1000 dollar repair job, a car that needs to be moved, and no way for me to get to school in sight, and if we don't have a solution in 3 weeks I'm going to be kicked out of those classes, which most importantly includes animation 1, which I need in order to take animation II next quarter, which I need for the last Multimedia capstone being offered at my school...ever. Which means I'll have to go to Visual Communications which means I'll be spending more money to get a degree if I do indeed choose to continue pursuing this massive pain in my ass. Right now, the only ways it could be worst would be if the car had been totaled, or if I had died. Well...that or both of them obviously.

This is like the one Jenga piece that makes everything come crashing down. I just don't know what to do. I've got no cards left to play, everything's out of my hands now.

stole this from someone on FA and thought I'd cross-post it to all my other journals

***"I'm sorry"***

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough moxie to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'