so this girl I work with is quite frustrating to me, as i can't understand how someone can be as dense as she manages to be. and this is why i do not share the address for this website with anyone at work, because i dont like this stuff to get around. man, she's hard to deal with. the other day tenet came in to get something to drink and i was talking to him about the class next semester, and, well, she said a lot of dumb things, but he made a joke at the end of our conversation about how we needed to get some greeks into the class. (he had noticed i was irish catholic). i laughed, and didn't think it was anything that you would misunderstand. well, tickle me pink. she managed. she asked me what it meant, and by that time of the day i was tired of dealing with her so i just shrugged. and then laughed hysterically when she went over to the condiment cart and asked him. but then, thanks a lot! she told him i didn't understand either. so now i look like an idiot, just cause i refused to explain it to her. then she tried to defend herself, saying there was nothing wrong with asking. pshaw.

anyway, then today i made a mad amount of tips at my coffee shift. the cashier who came in next commented on how impressed he was with this, and asked me my secret. i said, well...and pretended to pull down my tank top to show a bit of cleavage. What did I next hear? "I don't get it!!" god....i didn't even bother looking.

Also, hahahahaha, the girl I bitched out the other day about never getting off the print station computer in McCarthy came into the store a while ago, and she looked at me...i smiled innocently, feigning non-recognition. She went behind an aisle and quickly walked out about 10 seconds later, glancing at me but refusing to make eye contact. HAHAHAHA. EAT IT. Also, while passing that room in the past 2 weeks since the confrontation, I haven't seen her in it once. Score one for the freedom of the public print station!!