But, we did need the money, so I did it.
My favorite asshat of a customer came in. And as we can expect, he was a total asshat as usual. But, I wrote about it in Dear Customer and I feel slightly better. I still want to start carrying a meat cleaver around with me, and the next time the dude grabs my hand to get me to stay and chat, chop off his fucking hand. I do not like stranger touching me. I absolutely hate strangers touching me in an atempt to block me from moving. That pushes all the buttons and then some. And really, I had his order. I was also being tripple sat, but this happy clownfuck wants to talk to me about some life thrilling event. Sorry, buddy, but I have work to do.
As you can guess, this guy put me in the most lovely of moods for the rest of the night. When I disengaged my hand from his grip, I went into the kitchen for a moment, to grab some rolls for another customer and the manager goes, "Christ, you've got fire coming from your eyes!"
He asked what was wrong. I told him. He rolled his eyes and goes, "Oh no, not him again!"
I do appreciate the sympathy, but for christ's sake, is this guy's business really worth it?
*In with the good air, out with the bad* Okay, let it go now...
I finished the Terry Brooks book, and went from mildly annoyed to more than mildly annoyed. The last third of the book was pretty darned good, except that the book just slam ended. Total build up, and then bamn, book over, millions of things still left unsaid and a note, "Please buy the next book, people!"
I hate that shit. I don't mind when people write sequels, I don't even mind when a book ends with some questions still unanswered, but I strongly believe that each book should have a beginning, a middle and an end. This book had a beginning... a long long long beginning... a middle and a promise to have an end, but I have to buy at least one more book.
I don't think so.
Started Pawn of Prophecy. It's reading a lot faster. But, I'm wondering if I'm missing something. I thought I was buying the first book in the "series" but I'm already scratching my head at times, feeling like I've "Missed something." In a sense, Eddings and Brooks are polar oposites with their writing styles. Brooks goes to annoying lengths to build things up and describe in great detail things I already know, like what a particular rock might look like. Eddings drops you into things and writes like he assumes you know what's going on inside his head.
Except for the kitchen. He did a pretty good job describing the kitchen and the farm. Not too much, but not too little. Yeah, I'm liking this a lot better.
Work tomorrow. I hope they won't ask me to work a split shift.
I should try to write. Try, being the optimum word, of course. I did organize a bunch of names for different races. I cheated, I admit. I used the Baby name inventor. I got the link from someone in childfree. Yes, some of the names it generates are just ridiculous, but some of them aren't bad at all.
Of course, I'm exhausted too, so it might end up being "Read a few pages and go to sleep."
If Goten will let me on the bed...