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edenfalling) wrote2008-10-06 08:59 pm
edenfalling) wrote2008-10-06 08:59 pm
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a bunch of random stuff strung together in what loosely approximates a thought process
I am alive and mostly well, though this is the time of year when 'mostly well' can tip into 'deathly ill with a cold that might as well be the flu' at the drop of a hat, so... *sigh* Also, the air has gone bone dry practically overnight, so even though I am using lots of hand lotion and hanging sopping wet towels on my drying rack (the poor woman's humidifier! look, no electricity! evaporation does it all for you!), my skin is threatening to crack open at the edges of my fingernails and on the backs of my knuckles, and those cuts sting like burning.
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Work is okay, if occasionally annoying. On Friday night, I had two college girls come in around 8pm. After showing ID and spending five minutes poking around the tobacco room, one tried to buy some el cheapo cigar-like things with a credit card. I told her we were cash only.
"But I paid with a credit card last time I was here!" she protested.
"No, you didn't," I said. "You literally couldn't have -- we don't have the machine to scan or process credit cards. We never have."
She gave me this LOOK, as if to say, "I know you're lying to me! I know you secretly hid the credit-card machinery just before I came into the store, so that you could laugh in my face! And you have the nerve to accuse ME of lying!" Then she muttered to her friend and they huffed out while I was doing the spiel about "But we have an ATM in the back if you'd like."
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Okay, so that's a rather fanciful translation of a facial expression, but really, I was not trying to make her life difficult or impugn her honor or whatever she thought I was doing. We do not take credit cards. We never have taken credit cards. Therefore, she could not have paid with a credit card. This is not an accusation; it's simply the truth.
Ugh. I hate entitled college students.
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In other real life news, my mom has decided to come up and visit me Friday 10/17 to Saturday 10/18. This happens to overlap Ithaca College's fall break, though it occurs just after all the Cornell students get back from their break. Oh well, any reduction in the number of people looking for restaurants will be helpful.
In random news, apparently the Decemberists are coming to Cornell for a concert on November 9th! I have liked them for a couple years now, since I heard Vicky playing some of their music and asked her what on earth she was listening to. She proceded to enlighten me. *grin* Anyway, I have bought a ticket!
Finally, in writing news, I have chapter 12 of "Secrets" sitting open on my desktop, but every time I look at it my brain kind of freezes up and I have no idea what should happen next. It's like I'm having a mental flinch reflex, and I cannot figure out why. Very irritating. I may try rereading the whole story from the beginning -- again -- in an attempt to resettle myself into the flow of the thing. *sigh* I do love the story, it's just that by this point I am so sick of it as well. Which is all the more reason to buckle down and get it done at last, but... yeah. Mental flinching.
*procrastinates more*
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Work is okay, if occasionally annoying. On Friday night, I had two college girls come in around 8pm. After showing ID and spending five minutes poking around the tobacco room, one tried to buy some el cheapo cigar-like things with a credit card. I told her we were cash only.
"But I paid with a credit card last time I was here!" she protested.
"No, you didn't," I said. "You literally couldn't have -- we don't have the machine to scan or process credit cards. We never have."
She gave me this LOOK, as if to say, "I know you're lying to me! I know you secretly hid the credit-card machinery just before I came into the store, so that you could laugh in my face! And you have the nerve to accuse ME of lying!" Then she muttered to her friend and they huffed out while I was doing the spiel about "But we have an ATM in the back if you'd like."
...
Okay, so that's a rather fanciful translation of a facial expression, but really, I was not trying to make her life difficult or impugn her honor or whatever she thought I was doing. We do not take credit cards. We never have taken credit cards. Therefore, she could not have paid with a credit card. This is not an accusation; it's simply the truth.
Ugh. I hate entitled college students.
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In other real life news, my mom has decided to come up and visit me Friday 10/17 to Saturday 10/18. This happens to overlap Ithaca College's fall break, though it occurs just after all the Cornell students get back from their break. Oh well, any reduction in the number of people looking for restaurants will be helpful.
In random news, apparently the Decemberists are coming to Cornell for a concert on November 9th! I have liked them for a couple years now, since I heard Vicky playing some of their music and asked her what on earth she was listening to. She proceded to enlighten me. *grin* Anyway, I have bought a ticket!
Finally, in writing news, I have chapter 12 of "Secrets" sitting open on my desktop, but every time I look at it my brain kind of freezes up and I have no idea what should happen next. It's like I'm having a mental flinch reflex, and I cannot figure out why. Very irritating. I may try rereading the whole story from the beginning -- again -- in an attempt to resettle myself into the flow of the thing. *sigh* I do love the story, it's just that by this point I am so sick of it as well. Which is all the more reason to buckle down and get it done at last, but... yeah. Mental flinching.
*procrastinates more*