I'm officially done with my exams, I can only cross my fingers and pray I didn't fuck up. I'm so done with school it's hard to keep motivated. Which is why when this bitch came into my vision I was immediately annoyed.
I was hanging with a few friends in Erickson Hall last night when we decided we needed to run to get food so we can continue our last minute cramming. I went up to the front desk to get my card, and a few people were in front of me. In the process another friend entered Erickson and asked me how I was, and I answered politely and asked of him as well. Take note to this last sentence.
It's finally my turn and the chick at the front desk kind of just stares at me. I try to tell her my last name so she can look up my card before she interrupts me with a "HI. HOW ARE YOU?"
Now if any of you know me well, I already get highly irritated when interrupted. Even if it's just a small interruption, if you try to put your words above mine I will smack you shit-less, don't test me. Nevertheless I remained calm and answered, "Good. My last name is..."
And she interrupts me AGAIN. She decides to pour her obnoxious emotions out to me, saying "I really hate it when people just come up to me and ask for their card without speaking to me, like I'm not a person. It annoys the fuck out of me. I usually don't give them their card until they answer."
Bitch, you know what annoys ME? Cunts that think I give two shits about their feelings! Bitch it's your fucking job to give me my goddamn card, it isn't your job to sit here and try to converse with people who DON'T want to talk to you. Maybe if you weren't a sloppy whore people would stop to talk to you and you wouldn't be crying to me right now. Then I say...
"Honestly, I don't really give a shit. I work in a computer engineering field, I offer a service. People approach me for said service, not to converse with."
Again, this bitch has the nerve to ask me the question again! That's when I let shit go.
"Give me the fucking card. I have places to be."
When she finally realizes that I'm about two seconds from pouncing back there and shoving the card down her fat throat, she hands me the card. But it doesn't stop her from throwing in a snide comment after handing it to me.
"Politeness is a virtue, you should work on that."
I turned around and said "I already answered the fucking question, STOP BEING A BITCH."
What I really wanted to say was "Fitness and cleanliness is also a virtue, you should hit the gym you fat cunt." But I figured she'd cry and kill herself over her shitty, friendless life.
Apparently the chicks' name is Ryan? Ryanne? Some attempt at making the name Ryan feminine? Who knows. All I know is if she crosses my path again, I'm ripping the hair off her head and forcing her onto an elliptical. Bitch better not get it twisted!
Labels: bitches, poor service