debacle
05 April 2003 at 9:11 am

i am tired.

this is because i fell asleep at midnight last night to the sweet, sweet sounds of sleepless in seattle and woke up at 5am to pick aaron up from work (my choice). instead of napping for a few hours, we stayed up and had Super Amazing Fabulous sex and talked about shrooms and happiness and love. it's all interconnected, see.

speaking of shrooms, that's what i will be doing tonight, wooo! o, memories of college...except maybe this time i won't freak out and think i'm in hell.

i am slowly but surely learning to hate my job. some customers are amazingly rude. my first customer came in and asked for our policy on cashing checks from other banks, and i said that if you don't have an account here we won't cash them, and he totally guffawed like that was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard. fuck you, buddy.

and yesterday there was a hold on a check and this guy growled, "that's ridiculous, give me those back." was that really necessary? a simple, "if i take them to my home branch, they will remove the hold, thank you for your help" would have sufficed. come on, people. a little help.

but then there are the customers who go out of their way to thank me for suggesting they upgrade to a platinum account, or the ones who apologize for being rude when they weren't (by comparison), or the little kids making twenty-five cent deposits and they're so excited.

but either way, work sucks my ass. and not in a good way. obviously.

driving to pick up aaron, there were ducks. in the middle of downtown seattle. getting ready to cross the street. on denny. tell me: is this normal? i'm going with no. it was one of the most depressing things, because very soon they were going to be very dead. when i was on boren trying to turn onto denny, the male duck was sitting in the middle of boren and refused to move. sigh.

when i told aaron about them, i made it into a story: look at those ducks! it's an old married couple visiting the city for the excitement...but they're totally grumbling with each other. he's asking why she always wants to come to the city when all she does is complain about the pollution and the noise and she's saying he's lost his sense of adventure.

that made it a little better.

and then we were talking about funny slogans for generic mountain dew: safeway's mountain breeze is "feel the breeze" or something, qfc's citrus drop is "pop the drop," and some store in the midwest had mountain lightning's "ride the lightning." i said that the latter would be a good slogan for michelle's ex-boyfriend, who apparently tends to jump the gun, erm, in the sack. it took him a while to get it, so i will elaborate: he comes lightning fast. there we go. joke ruined.

and i feel like poo. but i'm wearing my $20 glo jeans that cost $60 anywhere except where i got them. yay me!

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.