Oh yeah, all good things do come to an end. Love it when your family TOTALLY sticks around, step family is the best right? THEN the immediate family cocks up my weekend - next weekend - so as a result my partner is not happy with me! GOD I F'KIN LUUUUURVE HOW SPECTACULARLY BADLY MY WEEKEND ENDED, YEAH!!!!
So from the 8th October to the 8th November I gave up Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Vine, basically everything bar my email, tumblr and YouTube! I have 8days left and it turns out I should’ve given up giving a shit. Shame it took me a month to realise this.
Just told my sister what "Special Snowflake Syndrome" is, she laughed at the name then we both realised how sad people are these days. It really is a shame that people think they're elite without good cause. We're all just animals that wear clothes and use technology instead of our teeth to get into food. What's the deal?
Why do people always use the “adam and eve” argument when they are trying to justify why they think it’s wrong to be gay? I mean, Adam and Eve committed the first sin and caused the downfall of all mankind after them. They’re not exactly what I would call role models.
I don't believe that utter dick is a listener to the radio station I work with. Un-fucking-believable. Genuinely not cool, that has pissed me off no end cause NOW i have to be nice to him on my official accounts.... Jesus, you sure know how to mess with a gal.
If you don't have anything nice to say then fuck off cause I sure as hell don't wanna listen to what you have to say.
Really hate fucking smartarses trying to rain on my parade, if you don’t understand what I’m writing abd wanna take the piss out of my aspirations then seriously just fuck off cause you’re nothing more than a bit of DNA stuck together anyway.
/SCREAMS AGGRESSIVELY WORST is being like aw yeah gonna draw and work on stuff then ONE THING SETS YOU OFF and suddenly you’re all WOW I FEEL LIKE SHIT N ANGRY and I FEEL LIKE SHIT ABOUT MY ART TOO and suddenly you’re whole excited drawing time is out the window like an overzealously flipped pancake and just— just—! —JUST!!!
Is a massive cunt, and I don’t use that word often, but she genuinely is. Mind you the boss is an absolute dickhead aswell. I get to work, got up late so already feeling a bit shit, but I get in, do the usual “opening up” routine then boss comes downstairs and it all begins. First my uniform is not good enough - I ran out of my smarter stuff so had to opt for a long sleeved tshirt and slim legged trousers - so my day is started with an insult as he then told me I looked like I was going to the gym, maybe I shoulda walked out and gone to the gym after all, but when you have no set uniform and when you ask you get told “just wear black” how can he justify his words? ESPECIALLY when we’ve had other staff come in wearing jeans, dresses and ridiculously short skirts! So I take it, I ignore it, i get on with my work. Then my colleague doesn’t turn up for 11 and is an hour late, not mad at her at all. We weren’t busy and i was more worried she was ill. SO she gets in at 12 and I’m still taking orders to the kitchen when boss pipes up asking if my colleague couldn’t face him and proceeds to yell AT ME because she was late, logic? None. So 3pm comes and the other colleague arrive, aka boss’s ex, and i offer to stay till 3.30 to clean stuff up so she has less work later, very kind tash thankyou i hear then 10 minutes later i get yelled at by this same girl over a fucking teapot because a customer did not ask for one yet expected one, I’m sorry when you say a cup of tea since when does that mean teapot? SO she yells i bite back, colleague fucks off again. Then i finally go home. Now I’m not raving over a teapot, that shit means fuck all to me BUT what i am raving about is her messed up attitude. She treats me like I’m below her and yes I’ve not worked in a restaurant before, but the last two Mondays i have done my entire 6hour shift - that’s food orders, taking food to customers, drinks, deserts the lot - ON MY OWN yet she still continues to be a cunt to me. I’ve decided, in the most none egotistical way possible, she’s threatened by me. I’m not saying I’m prettier than her but my customer service trumps hers at work, I’m older than her and ofc she thinks being boss’s ex she’s got one up on me and she hasn’t because she’s petty and i can see why he split up with her, age gap my ass. I’ve tried to be nice and work as a team with her but she isn’t having it, and to be honest so be it! I don’t want to be her friend hell i don’t even like working with her, but if she continues to bite my head off infront of customers all she’s gonna do is get herself a complaint because pathetic people don’t deserve to work with the public, and i know for a fact i do deserve to serve those people that come through our door. No wonder the daytime tips are better, most of our regulars are my friends who I’ve seen through all my jobs and a lot of them have admitted they won’t come in on my day off which says a shit load. Anyway, moral of the story is come at me bitch, you’ve got nothing on me if you think being someone’s ex gives you status.
I’m gonna miss it. I’ll miss coming home and stinking of coffee, so much so that my sister - a coffee addict - was more kean to hug me so she could sniff me. I’ll miss getting coffee grind well and truly WEDGED under my finger nails and me cursing it trying to get it out with the nail brush. I’ll miss all the banter with my team mates, and all the laughs we had and how silly and unprofessional we were behind the scenes. I’ll miss the cheeky customers calling me trouble, and old Joe with his cheeky morning flirting and Decker making my afternoon just that little bit better with his tales of the day. I’ll miss Phil, managing to find me no matter where I’ve worked, and I’ll miss cheeky Kym and his awesome sunglasses he wears like Horacio Kane from CIA Miami. I’ll miss lazy “Massimo 3 shot” man, and I’ll never forget the day Mr “single espresso *throws money at and walks away like a dick”* was nice to me the week before he passed away. I’ll miss that dude who used to sponge off our WiFi without buying anything and his crazy Italian girlfriend who went to morocco without him. I’ll miss “the dude” or the funny Scottish chap who came in and was just such a laugh. I’ll miss the EXCEPTIONALLY cheeky other Scottish dude who always said something rude to me but never meant it with any harm, and I’ll even miss that creepy guy who took one hell of a shine to me because I made him laugh once. I’ll miss Keith from Beartown radio and his “HUMONGOUS mocha and HUMONGOUS bourbon, please.” and all the old guys who came in the mornings ALL having a medium Americano with hot skimmed milk. Hell, I’ll even miss David even though he was an ABSOLUTE PAINNN in the arse to serve a Cortado to and to talk to first thing in the morning, but since he’s decided to develop a “crush” on me at least he was ”pleasant” if it was me on the till. I’ll miss all the regulars and being a part in their daily routines, and I’ll miss the deceptively grumpy Howard who comes in and has two different drinks for the day because his doctor told him he drank too much coffee. I’ll miss the girls from Clintons coming in and taking the Mickey out of Alex, and I’ll miss Joey coming in hungover NEARLY every Saturday and wishing he didn’t have to work. I’ll miss making the drinks and people telling me how nice they were, and I’ll miss all the old folk wanting to kidnap me so I could clean their houses. I’ll miss Ella and Monty coming in after school and turning the place into a playground, and I’ll miss their nan who used to bring them. I’ll miss the gent with the black and golden labradour guilddogs and his misses who always had a smile on her face. I’ll miss Karen giving all the customers cheek and her sticking up for me, and I’ll miss Beccy’s tantrums and Emma’s infectious laugh. I’ll miss Abbie B with her rude questions, and Abbie K being a bit gullable and just laughing with her cause we didn’t know what was going on. I’ll miss Liz treating me like family and Leanne’s poker face every Saturday. And last but not least, I’ll miss that grumpy SOAB Alex, cause even though he barely talked to me and if he did he wasn’t that nice, he gave me the job and all the opportunities that came with it, he taught me to stand up for myself and just ask for shit regardless of the outcome, he taught me that practise does make perfect and that patience is a MASSIVE vertue.
So here’s to you, my beloved Costa Coffee Congleton. I’ve loved every second I’ve spent learning from you, and hope that one day I may return, and you be just as lovely as I remember. Thanks Costa, I owe you one. ♡