I think I’ve had an altercation with a grand total of 100 customers (or more) since working at an optometry practice for nearly over two years. 99.9% of the customers who had took their anger out on me were at least over the age of 40. What does that say? They have no respect for younger people whatsoever. Sorry, but I’m actually not a child anymore, so don’t treat ever me like one, assholes.
They bitch and moan so much about the prices of their glasses or contact lenses or some dumb bullshit I was never held accountable for that it’s starting to make my nose bleed.
In order to help my boss to keep the business growing, I have to be nice to them. I have to respect every word that comes out of their damn foolish mouths. It’s the best policy when you’re dealing with a shitty customer, so yeah I can accept that. But what if you have to deal with them all the time? What if it feels like you have a multiple of people screaming in your face everyday and you’re not allowed to react to it?
At some point, it will eventually set the trigger off of you. I have reached to that point today, and boy did it feel ever so delightful to be able to release the wrath of Tiff.
You see I had a mean customer today, and I’m a really nice person to work with, I really am. He wanted to buy contacts for his daughter, so I was generous enough to write out a complete chart of what he would be paying if he would get X amount of boxes, and what the insurance would be covering for.
He didn’t understand my chart; so again, I was generous enough to go into full, precise detail of what the chart meant. After seven-ish minutes of lecturing him, he looked at me with a, “Are you retarded?” expression and accused me of ripping him off.
Whoa, whoooa there buddy. I just work here, I don’t make up the prices you fucking worthless piece of nauseating diarrhea shit.
I kept my cool and I tried to give him my reasonable explanation.
That didn’t work. He was furious and now demanded to get the contacts for FREE. So this is where I blew up. C’mon, who demands free stuff when that person is acting like shit towards you? I couldn’t ask for a better time to pop. My boss was out of town, and some fresh doctor was filling in, so she was pretty much working for me.
We were fighting back and forth. And all you heard from me was:
“HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO BREATHE? I DON’T OWN THIS PLACE. I’M NOT THE DOCTOR NOR THE BOSS. I JUST WORK FOR HER, I FOLLOW THE RULES, SO WHY ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF RIPPING YOU OFF? WHY DON’T YOU ACT YOUR AGE AND GENDER? I DON’T HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO GIVE YOU FREE STUFF. WHY WOULD I GIVE YOU FREE STUFF ANYWAY? WITH YOUR ATTITUDE YOU DESERVE GETTING RIPPED OFF FOR A LIVING. TRY WHINING TO MY BOSS ABOUT ME. TRY IT, SHE CAN’T STAND YOU EITHER.”
Btw replace all periods with a gillion of exclamation marks.
After our tiff (HA!), we were nice to each other. That is until he told me he wanted to call the office Saturday, but we were going to be closed on that day (not sure why), normally we open, so I had to inform him about that.
And you know what he does?
He rolls his eyes, shakes his head at me and gives out this snobbish laugh as if he was disproving the business for not opening on that particular Saturday.
What a complete jackass right? Everything was ok between us again, until he had to stir up a round two. Yes a round two, which I will not go into much detail, but what I will say is that after that incident, where he shook his head and laughed, I responded by mocking his laugh and then sarcastically said, “yeah pretty hilarious huh?”
And then all hell broke lose. Fuck that guy.
I’m going to give my boss a two weeks notice when she comes back from her vacation. I can’t handle all of that mess that has been building up in that place anymore.
I was inspired (by The Strangers and many other countless slasher movies that are composed of nonsensical victims who pull off the the same old, typical miscues that have lead most of them to their death) to write the howtos of surviving a slasher film.
Do not SSS.
If you happen to bump into your killer by accident never ever stand, stare, and scream (SSS) all at the exact same time. It’s impolite and makes it much easier for him to kill you. When victims, without much awareness, are suddenly face to face with their killer, it is expected of them to SSS for a duration of 5-10 seconds before dashing off. Unfortunately, most of them never make it to the running part.
For fucks sake turn around!!!!!
Save the hug and kisses for later.
The killer kidnapped your best friend, Tina, and by breaking into his remote, shabby house of torture you managed to find Tina alive, but tied by a tangling web of cords. Whatever you do, do not give her a hug nor say over-sentimental things to her such as, “Aww I’m so glad you’re alive!” and “What did he do to you? I sure hope you’re ok!” Just shut your fucking mouth and untie her as fast as you can before the killer pops out of nowhere and catches the both of you guys.
Never lean against the door you’re hiding behind.
So you didn’t take my last advice and now psycho over here is chasing after you, but you managed to lock yourself in a room. Do not use yourself as a barricade to hold against the door and if you’re physically drained from playing all of that cat and mouse game, rest on anything except for the door which he’s probably standing on the other side of.
Never check if your killer is dead.
You found a loaded gun in the room that you were hiding in, and as soon as the killer was able to break through the door with his wooden axe, you’ve managed to shoot a couple of rounds at his chest and now he’s knocked out cold on the ground. You want to know if he’s dead right? Of course you do, but first off, never ever walk up to his body and give him a modest kick in the rib just to check for any sign of life…that is unless you want him to grab your ankle and then have him tear it off with his mouth. If you want to be 100% certain, just take his axe and behead him. It wouldn’t hurt to chop his limbs off either and maaaaybe he won’t come back for a sequel.
So there’s my compact list. Isn’t that easy or what?
For the very first time, I actually feel very bored with my life. No I’m not depressed; no I don’t need to get laid. I’m just bored and for once I feel the need to step outside of my safety box and take some chances.
The one thing I fear the most is being older and looking back at the things I should have done when I was young enough to do it. That is definitely one of the worst feelings to have. Regrets. We’re young and totally capable of doing anything we want to right now, so take full advantage of your youth.
So here’s my game plan and I’m absolutely serious about this:
Since I’m always living in the “safety box” and never in my life have I ever taken any risk–gawdamnit I’m going to take some fucking risks! I’m going to quit my job as an optometric technician (of two years) for good. People actually go to school for that position and I heard that it is hard to get an optometric technician job even if you have a certificate or a degree for it, so I’m about to leave a good job (though a very stressful one as well).
Next, I’m going to focus more on working my portfolio and my freelance work as a web and graphic designer. My current client is actually the model and Internet personality, Raquel Reed, who was featured on my last layout.
I’ve also applied for some magazine internships, but that I’m not too crazy about. If I get it, awesome, and if I don’t, I’m still awesome.
And finally, this is completely surprising and random of me but I’m going to audition for some paid and non paid acting gigs and see where it takes me. My intentions are not to get on the silver screen and become this high payed actress; I’m just going to participate in some low-budget, indie films just for the love of acting.
I got the chance to watch The Strangers today and there was really not much reaction after watching it. If I had to give a grading for the film, it’d be somewhere along the lines of a D.
There were a few scenes that left chills at the back of my neck (ie the way that the film was shot suggested that the masked figures could have been anywhere), but it did not make up for the awful and utterly predictable overall story.
Personally, an excellent (but rare) modern day horror film would not rely on people or random objects bursting out of dark corners, unexpected loud thumps and other things that would drive the audience to jump in surprise and fear. Any horror movie can do that.
The Strangers is the epitome of “jump out” scares. One or two times is okay, I can take that, but to have that reoccur over and over and over again is just distracting. There was not one single moment where I was relaxed during the film, since there was always a silent moment and then a sudden BWWAAAAHK!!! Following by piercing screams of Liv Tyler. Let’s just say I was less concerned with the movie, and more concerned about not looking like a pussy.
And finally, another reason why this film gets a D grade is because the protagonists repeats the mistakes that victims in generic horror movies always make. Basically, they’re retarded and fail at my list of what NOT to do in a horror movie (future post).
All in all, it’s an alright movie. The plot is pretty much straightforward, no twists, no turns…go figure.
Why is that I have this sick borderline obsession with horror movies (well the good ones at least) yet I can’t for the life of me finish a survival horror video game?
I’m telling you, man, give me the scariest movie out there and some buttered popcorn, and I’ll have an easy time going to bed after watching it. But give me Resident Evil or Silent Hill to play, I’d be shitting and pissing my pants at the same time within the first minute of playing it.
Yeah, so I admit, I’m a baby. But one of the things that I favor about myself is that I’m always trying to face my fears so that the fear I am confronting could hopefully be no longer a fear!
So a little while ago, I decided to man up and buy myself a game called Dementium: The Ward. It’s a first person shooter type of thing, and as far as I know, there’s this guy (me) that finds himself in a disgusting abandoned hospital where most of the walls and floors are riddled with blood. He tries to go room to room to search for any kind of clues to unlock the mysteries of the hospital, while killing any frightening looking zombie-ish creatures that tries to pop out and attack him.
Yeah it’s a pretty mind-fucked game. When I try to play it, my heart feels like it’s hammering out my chest and every part of my muscle starts to become tense. I can only play one minute a day of it, literally. There’s not much signs of improvement yet…this kind of stuff takes time to adjust.
So I recorded a quick video of myself playing Dementium just to satisfy some curious minds on what the game is like.
Who wants someone easy? A person who you find attractive yet seems virtually impossible to woo means a delectable challenge waiting to be beaten.
The most awesomesauce guy I had ever met by far had high standards and never wanted to show an ounce of interest in me (a turn on, spankyouverymuch). I eventually completed my assignment by winning his heart because I had done the same to him.
But it didn’t end there, we continued to talk because everything about us just worked. One of the crucial things that made our DATING (he was not my boyfriend) relationship so thrilling, addictive and weird was our attitude of “I’m too good for him/her” towards each other. Both of us were “too good” to make the first move, or we were “too good” to divulge how we really felt about each other, so we’d actually wait for one of us to initiate some love-related shit (’cause you can only hold in so much). And when that did happen, it was always like a huge relief since we seldom open up. You know that feeling when you’re significant other holds your hands for the very first time? Yeah, it’s kind of like that. It’s nice.
I was discreetly working for his affection and attention while he was working for mine. And little by little, we were slowly opening up to each other. I really think that’s what kept our relationship together so interesting and unpredictable.
We don’t talk anymore, due to distance, but I’m sure we’ll meet again in the future.
But the bottom line is life is boring without having challenges and nothing good ever comes easy. =)
Alright, it’s official, the Wii owns every other game console out there in the universe. Video games, in a nutshell, are fun-there’s no doubt about that, but they’re notorious for causing severe inactivity and weight gains. To avoid potential health problems, we cannot simply reduce the amount of game time, as some of us tend to mix up “a few more minutes” for a “a few more hours.” If we can’t get away from the problem then what do we do? We channel it to something good, we channel it to the Wii Fit! Word on the streets says they’re already sold out too just after one week of releasing it.
It’s an actual game that involves actual bodily activity. It comes with the Wii Balance Board which functions as your handy dandy controller and personal scale. My only concern is that the board is white, pure white. Can you possibly imagine the countless numbers of filthy looking footprints that are going to be attacking that thing by the end of the month? Gross.
Yeah it’s kind of like DDR, except you don’t have to move in retarded-like motions and the game offers a range of activities that’ll help you get into better shape activities such as yoga, snowboarding, stretching, jogging, et cetera.
I don’t own one yet, but I think I’d purchase one in a heartbeat if pole dancing were one of Wii Fit’s fun-filled physical activities. I mean-what better way to enhance your upper body strength in a creative way than a good ol’ pole dancing lesson?
Pole dancing could be an extension of Wii Fit, given that it might get in the way of other activities (parents might not be too happy about watching their little girls swinging around poles either). You can separately purchase a pole, a Wii Pole, if you will, and somehow have it join to the Wii Balance Board.
I’ve been seeing a lot of that rugged look on guys lately. You know, the ones that looked like they just attacked a huge fucking bear and drank python blood for three consecutive months? Ok. Maybe not. But I’m talking about guys who grow out their facial hair. I don’t know if it’s because they’re too gotdamn lazy to shave, or that it’s a trend or maybe a combination of both, but I like it.
Mustaches and five o’clock shadows are sexy and can be very manly and manliness equals to hotness; they give your face more of a personality. Not only do they look great but also they feel great. I must have tough skin since I know for a fact that most women find it rather painful to kiss a man with rough facial hair, whereas I take pleasure in stroking and caressing my cheeks against the jagged stubbles whilst my hands…and I’m stopping before this turns into a sex tape.
Moustaches and beards are excellent for concealing any imperfection one might possess such as unwanted pimples, wrinkles, fat, herpes and the like. Should a hairy guy shave, he will lose major points in the attractive scale.
A man needs his mustache just like a woman needs her makeup. When you take away his mustache, you’re also taking a piece of his dignity and the X amount of asses he could’ve tapped if he only had the stache.
Obviously, I am speaking in general (ie: some may look good with or without it), but I’ll give you an example of a guy who needs facial man hair to win the gals…and American Idol in this case:
David Cook.
He’s not that bad looking, sort of cute actually, and that’s because he didn’t shave. And look he’s crying! Wah! Crying takes away a lot of man points, but with the help of the divinity of his facial hair, we really don’t care that he’s shedding happy tears.
Now here’s a photo of him with little hair.
Don’t mind the watermark (“Not for public use” FUCK YOU!!)!
Since David seems to be a kind, gentle soul (whatever that means), I’ll try to be nice and only apply one word for the photo above, “NO.”
Since TODAY is the LAST DAY of school, I’ve decided to celebrate by putting up a new layout for this site! Wooo! Yeah, that’s my kind of partying, making layouts on photoshop and all, pretty gnarly huh?
And to all you fashionistas and lovers of fashion out there, I’ve a got an amazing website that you might want to check out: Lookbook.nu
An international social experiment for lovers of fashion and purveyors of style…inspired by the internet phenomenon that is “What are you wearing today?”…and streetstyle blogs like the sartorialist…LOOKBOOK is a new kind of online community where real people share the art of their look and get inspired by original styles from every corner of the globe.
In order to register, you need an invite code, fortunately the creator of the website was kind to make a personalized one for me to give out to you guys. So if you want to join, just leave me a comment and I’ll email you with the code. Yes? YES!
My lookbook profile is here if anyone wants to stalk me there.
And since we’re talking about fashion, I’d like to mention that I use to breathe it 24/7, but now that I’m doing things and I’m in places that does not acquire tasteful attire (like home lol), I rarely go shopping and I’ve stopped reading fashion magazines. Though, the thing with fashion is that it’s another form of art, or it can be, thus I’m still addicted to Project Runway and I’m still very much inspired by the creative blend of outfits that I see some people wear, I just don’t think it’s necessary to update my wardrobe anymore, unless I turn into a lardass, which is a whole nother story. Anyways, sign the fuck up!
So research shows that we are subconsciously more attracted to people with symmetrical faces. I am not one of those people, but if I did have a well-proportioned face it would look something like this:
The left photo is based on the right side of my face, and the right photo is my left side.
After some careful deliberation, I’ve decided that the left side is my good side…yeah that’s the crip side. HA!! I crack myself up sometimes. Ok not funny. Anyways, it’s kind of adorable, in a freakishly Star Trek kind of way, but check out the raunchy photo on the left! Shit guys, you’re telling ME that I’d get laid if I’d looked like that?
I think I’ll pass and stick with my original, asymmetrical sex face.
