FML

If ever there has been a time to vent and release some pent up rage, now is that time. I have been fairly bursting at the seams today to scream until my voice is ragged or throw something heavy at a pane of glass just to savor the satisfaction of watching it shatter.

Needless to say, this has been an awful morning. One of the worst I have had in months; I'm not relishing the idea of continuing this day unless it involves me and a fabulously comfy meat mattress and possibly a torrid affair with the guy who played ♥Prince Caspian.♥
I feel like I'm stuck in one of those A Series of Unfortunate Events books and bad luck is chasing me wherever I go. From the runny/stuffy nose that came out of nowhere this morning to the douchebag in the hoopty truck who wouldn't get out of the left lane on the interstate, it seems that today is just not my day.
Work hasn't proven to be any better, considering that even just now I unscrewed the cap from my bottle of water and said cap bounced onto the counter and then launched itself so far behind the computer that I can't even reach it. The little things like that just add to my chagrin, not to mention the CUSTOMERS THAT MADE ME WANT TO STRANGLE A SMALL DOG.
Jeremy and I call them richers, a term for obviously wealthy people who are so far up their own asses its absurd. They can be overheard at restaurants and other public establishments telling one another about the fabulous vacation they just took to St. Bart's or Switzerland and how quaint the local customs were and how much they missed their little Shih Tzu Muffy SO much because the mean people at the airlines said she couldn't ride with them on the plane. You know, the kind of people who have major entitlement issues because they think the world owes them something on account of how much money they have.
Generally these people make me furious because they all have the same haughty, puffed up countenance and wear their stupid cardigans around their shoulders. They fairly ooze self-appointed superiority and despite their obvious fundage they are the biggest tightwads to walk the earth, a combination which makes for a very unpleasant sales experience for both of us, because they want free phones and they damn well better not have text messaging on them. Admittedly I take some satisfaction in delivering the news that we don't offer free phones, but they could certainly try our website if they would like, knowing always that they'll reply loftily about how technology illiterate they are and something about having servants take care of computery-type deals FOR THEM.
An older couple of this pedigree were some of my first customers of the day, and I found my distate for their attitude settled upon me almost immedietely. The next half an hour spent attempting to unlock the thinking portion of their brains was futile to say the least, and the cocker spaniel that they thought to bring into the store with them probably realized that it had a much higher level of common sense than its owners combined, which is most likely why it whined piteously the whole time.

I hope their phones topple over the edge of their schooner while vacationing in Brazil, because they didn't want insurance on them, and I would devour an opportunity as delicious as informing them that the replacements will be $250 apiece.
I'm clinging desperately to the hope that watching the two episodes of Gossip Girl I have recorded will put my mood right... Chuck Bass usually has that effect on me. Ahhh- if only the richers that I helped had a wickedly attractive smirk like him, I could stand the pointed distate for Middle classers such as myself that dare not let them have their way.

I think that that rant was quite sufficient enough to temporarily quell the burning desire to shake someone... for now. As for the next four hours of my shift, I can't make any promises. Let's just hope I don't make the papers tomorrow for mass homicide.

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