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Sunday, 20 July 2008

  • customer service

    i work at tim hortons. for all the non-canadians, tim hortons is like the canadian equivalent to starbucks (personally i find starbucks coffee horrible... but let's not discuss that)

    anyways, i have to say it's one of the worst jobs ever. i've worked in customer service before (at mount tremblant renting out ski equipment, and a clothing store in the underground) but nothing like this. maybe it's because when you are hungry, you get irritated. there are 3 main types of customers where i work:

    1. the english-speaking tourists who try and order in french, when they clearly cannot, just to "impress" us. bravo! you pretend to be bi-lingual! would you like an award? the only time that you should *attempt* to speak french is at a fancy restaurant. they'll treat you nicer for putitng in some effort.

    2. quebecers who talk too fast. i have to say that my dad is one of these people. i understand that french is usually speaken at a faster pace, but it's still comprehendable. please slow your bouche down before i give you a ticket.

    3. families who order meals via the drive through. i'm sure this happens at every fast food place, but tim hortons?! how many bagels, ice caps, double doubles, and timbits do you have to order!! remember that there are only 4 people working at any given time, and we each only have two hands. go to a mcdonalds and order your meals there please.

Saturday, 12 July 2008

  • fq: what are five things you hate?

    only five?

     

    1. people who stand in the middle of the hallways at school to "talk to their buddies". SERIOUSLY?! unlike you assholes, i have classes to attend and grade averages to keep up. so either gtfo of my way, or i will push you. i have zero tolerance towards hall-blockers, and i do push them. 

    2. when you only have one item and are paying with cash, but the dick-head infront of you has 20 in the 10 items or less line. the cashier who just got hired yesterday lets him pay there instead of the lane he's suppose to be in.

    3. people who don't signal. i don't give two shits if you are in a turn lane, s-i-g-n-a-l! how motherfucking hard is it to lift your finger off the wheel and flick a stick? people are unpredictable (i blame the fact that they are allowed to formula their own ideas), but at least give me a heads up when i'm doing 120 on the highway and you decide that my lane looks more appeasing.

    4. che guevara t-shirts.

    5. texting. i never want a cellphone, nor will i have the use for such a pathetic piece of garbage. i barely even use my home phone. it's one thing that people use msn, yahoo, aim, etc to communication, but it's a whole other thing to text and a cellPHONE. it's a phone for a reason! they were invented to call people! stop walking like a drunk in the middle of the sidewalk when i'm trying to pass you because you are too busy "txtin ur bff" about how you two are going to get together and drink blonde hair dye.
       

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Friday, 11 July 2008

  • the peach trees

    water rushed into her lungs, spilling in every cavity her body had. she gasped for any chance of any, only to make the muffled sounds of screaming. for a brief moment, she shut her eyes. all that bullshit about seeing your life flash before you? not an ounce of truth to it.

    i can't say for sure what she saw, but i can tell you the sight she got once she opened her eyes. a rugged figure, a man no doubt, pressing her head further into the blue water of the deep pool. was this her garden? yes, she could make out the peach trees she planted two summers ago. her once peaceful pool with calm waters had turned violent. kicking rapidly, she took in her last gulp. bubbles of agony rose to the surface. the man let go of her fragile neck as rose to the surface. the garden resumed it's zen as she floated to the breeze of the august wind.

Thursday, 10 July 2008

  • to the girl on the stm

    every other day i take the subway to see my closest friend. i hop on at cartier and exit at sherbrooke. you usually get on at henri-bourassa, and exit at mont-royal. you're always reading a book, most of them by gilles archambault. you always sit in the same spot, and i make an effort to do the same. i like watching you, you seem pensive and quiet; the qualities i enjoy in a person.

    do you know those people who you just can't stop staring at? it's not because you are attracted to them, there's just something about them that you could stare for hours and never be bored - captivating people.

    you seem like the type who would have an xanga and blog intimate poems (all in francais of course). maybe i'll make a mental note to leave a post-it containing my username on the seat you sit in :)

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