Hey friends! We haven't shot the breeze in at least two months. This is partially because I have no idea in what manner one should shoot breeze. Bullets keep flying right through it and I'm never sure if I'm doing it right. Vat of jello, fine. Kiddy pool full of guacamole, ok. Then we'd have something to shoot stuff at as well as conversate about. Yes, I just said conversate.
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Thanks to a friend who knows what's what (who wrote a book; go get it because it's one of my favourites of 2011), I found this guy named Guante today. It's not a HUUUUGE secret that I spend about 32+ hours of my week serving the general public of Toronto a certain type of beverage with a certain popular symbol stamped on a certain kind of partially-recyclable cup. I have spent the last 4 years of my life doing this in some capacity, and prior to that (throughout high school, university and college) I was serving the general public of St. Catharines as a cashier at a grocery store.
People have been telling me for years that it takes a 'certain kind of person' to stay in a customer service or retail job. They're right. We are the perfect combination of friendly, over-achieving, pacifistic problem-solvers. We apologize when it's not even close to being our fault, we smile when we want to strangle you, and we pretend it doesn't bother us when you decide you're in the mood to pretend like we're not human beings. I have a ton of friends, loved ones, and a mother that work to make people with no manners happy on a daily basis. What they do (and what I do) matters to me, a lot. Just so you know.
I liked this.
