Breakfast makes me barf.

You do know what me being back at work means don't you?

That's right. Bitch blogs. Working while at school never really brought out the bitch blogs because the people down at PNS were generally a 100 times more likable, tolerable and nice. Here? I already want to pull my hair out. Surprisingly enough it isn't the customers that are the current source of my disdain, its the fellow employees. One in particular. We will call the person in question "Breakfast." Don't ask why.

Breakfast. Ohhhh Breakfast. I hate Breakfast. Both the meal and the person. Breakfast is the thorn in my side, the gum on my shoe.

People at work live in fear of Breakfast. I live to put fear into her. Ok not really. But wouldn't that be awesome?! Seriously though. I might not call it fear but I would call it caution. It's always "oooh Breakfast is in tomorrow, we better make sure this is done" or "Oh Breakfast will complain if you don't do that..."

That alone would not make me have such a loathing feeling towards Breakfast. It's Breakfast's general attitude I do not appreciate. If she was obviously bitchy, you know a yeller or something like that then I could take it. But she isn't. She has the aire of niceness but underneath that there is vile side.

What's her biggest crime? She treats me like I'm stupid. I am not stupid. Especially when it comes to work. I have been a cashier for six years. I know my shit. This lady treats me like I'm some newbie and that is where she went wrong.

I'm really tempted to say sometime "When you talk to me like I'm a moron, that pisses me off and I want to make a scene" and say it in that fakey nice tone she uses.

Do you want examples? Oh, oh have I got examples and the number of times I've worked with her is three.

Dear Breakfast, how have thee scorned me? Let me count the ways. 1. You say things like "do you know what facing is" to me. 2. You ask me if I know how to make my IPM go up. 3. You talk to me like I'm a second grader. 4. Routine tasks that anybody who has been there for a month knows, you give them to me in painful detail.

What really tricked my trigger, what really got my feathers ruffled though was today when I got there the register I was going on needed a new drawer. She had it all ready and in her hand. So I put my hand out to take it. Every other time I have done this the person have given me the drawer since it isn't like you gotta do anything to put it in. Not her. The way she said "I'll take it" made my skin crawl.

Later I did get a little bit of satisfaction when I gave her some appropriate 'tude. I think she is starting to get the hint that while everyone else might ask how high when she say's jump. I'm more likely to give her an eyebrow raise and then walk away.

....right.

In other news...there isn't any. Well I do have a dream to share...might as well do it.

So let me set the scene. There's a hospital that's in the middle of a field. And there's some people there, Detective Flack from CSI NY was there. Anyway I don't remember the details of inside the hospital but then Flack and some other people decided to go out and play some baseball in the field. While playing it this truck comes tearing up the road and starts to drive on the field where the people were playing baseball. So everyone starts to scram and the people get out of the truck and start to scream something about being on the reservation and try to round up the people. Flack and what must have been other of his NYPD friends were like shiiiiit! We're cops and we don't have any guns! So everyone is being round up by the pickup truck people when all the sudden Flack somehow overpowers them. Though I don't think he really overpowered him as much as he just screamed NYPD! STOP! So the pickup people sort of froze and then the other people were able to get free. Guess how the NYPD people restrained the other people? No? Licorice rope. Yeah. They made a shackle out of it and tied it to the people's ankles. And then the people in the licorice rope restraint started to sing and someone yelled at them because there was no singin' in the chain gang.

Yeah. Go ahead and say it. WTF mate. I couldn't even make this shit up. Well I could but I didn't. I don't know where the hell it came from. The licorice rope chain I'll attribute to watching Juno and Flack to the TV show but everything else? Yeeeah....I don't know.

On that note, I should really go to bed.