Awesome Customer Bath

[tsukikage]

I wish ruby would automatically increase in font size when you increase the main text's size...

I should stop reading comment threads in abortiondebate. It's so full of bullheadedness, stupidity and arrogance. Of course, I notice the bullheadedness, etc., of "their side" more than "my side", but I definitely see it on both. I wish there was some way to screen these comms for people who actually want to discuss a matter rather than hit others over the head with their ideology until they have a concussion. Then again, I lean too far in the opposite direction - soaking everything in, too afraid to voice my own opinion in fear of not being able to word it well or whatever. Not to mention my strong sense that a lot of ideological questions don't have an answer once you start poking at them deeply enough. So I decide to turn matters of policy into matters of ivory tower consideration and not do anything at all.

But yeah.

Stupid essay continues to be stupid, but I'm not really doing very well in prodding it along.

And since I know I'll never post it if I don't do so now, Thursday morning at work. Wednesday night I got 5.5 hours of sleep, and was very tired when I started work. (Well, I was very tired the whole day, which is besides the point.) So this customer came in around 11 or so and saw me yawning in front of him, and joked about whether he should buy me some coffee, and I replied that some tea might be nice. So he asks me to put him together a half-pound (pound?) gift box of things that would be soft enough for an old lady to eat, and says that he'll be back. So he leaves the store and I put together a gift box for him, and he comes back with two cups in his hand. I assume one for him and one for whoever he's with, perhaps the old lady he's giving the box to. As I fix his order (I had forgotten to ask if she would want dark or milk chocolate, and had guessed the wrong type) and ring him up again, he places the cup on his side of the scale. I start to wonder, but decide not to show any indication of my thoughts since I don't want to embarrass myself. (I did, however, make sure to give him a bag with handles as a sort of pre-emptive appreciation that could easily be dismissed.) As he leaves, he says "Here's your tea.", and my jaw drops, half out of actual shock, and half intentionally to express the shock I would have had if my mind hadn't already gone there, and said "Thank you very much!" as gratefully as I could. Pretenses aside, I was seriously happy. I couldn't help but smile for at least the next hour of work, and it even made the second half of my double shift more bearable. The best part? There wasn't any creepiness or flirtation in it at all. I think it was just someone trying to make a lowly retail worker's day better, or at the very least trying to pay it forward. In any case, I need to find a way to pay it forward myself.

The other day a customer had one of those head massager things that look kind of like octopi... I don't know what you call them. But suddenly, for the first time in at least a year, and definitely for the first time since I saw him in person last... I really missed being with Patrick. Not so much in general, but there was one specific memory of running that massager over his head while he had his arms wrapped around me on the couch, enjoying it immensely. He always loved having his hair and scalp played with. Looking at some of his flickr pictures he linked me to today, I also was reminded me of how I miss his family. Apart from who their son was, I had often thought it would be nice to have them for my in-laws...

This Code Geass icon? Is awesome.

And this review of part 3 has got to be the best take on the series I've read so far. (Granted, it's the only professionally written review I've read, so that's not necessarily saying much, but I have a feeling I'd have to look awfully hard to find better.)
That said... I want my copy of part 3 already!!! *wibbles*

Comments

[jadeejf.livejournal.com]

Heh- your thoughts on that community seem pretty similar to a conversation Carl and I recently had about how these days we're just really turned off by strong opinions in general- like as soon as someone comes out swinging with their opinion and doesn't seem remotely likely to listen, we both tune them out, because it's so irritating. Which kind of kills the whole function behind debate. So ... I share your frustration in a sense...