My Not-So-Clever Blog Title.

This blog is a little rant-y, so if you're not in the mood to hear me bitch and moan, I suggest you move on the greener pastures (in the nicest way possible).

So, I work in the service industry in a yogurt shop for the summer. Don't get me wrong, as much as I want to think I dislike my job, I actually love it. Not the work necessarily, but I've gotten to work with some incredible people. That's not to say I want to be doing shift work for the rest of my life, but all my co-workers get cooler by the day.

That being said, sometimes my job makes me want to take up suicide bombing. Our location is in a very snooty neighborhood with all these stay at home, over-privileged women who have nothing better to do but take their kids to get yogurt and then treat the debate between raspberries and strawberries as a topping as a life and death decision. Example: A little girl and her mom walk in to the store. Little girl is chewing on a Tiffany & Co. bracelet. CHEWING on the classic "Return to Tiffany" heart tag toggle bracelet in sterling silver. I'm not obsessed with Tiffany's or anything...Ok I'll admit I looked up the name of the bracelet for added effect. Anyway, she's chowin' down on this bracelet like it's a piece of Juicy Fruit. I was just the tiniest bit stunned by that.

There are other types of customers that are far more annoying than the kind that let their babies eat $200 bracelets. The foreign customer, for instance. I have nothing against foreign people. America is a huge melting pot. Immigration makes culture, but if you are foreign and you don't speak any English, please do not get sassy with me when I don't know how to say "watermelon" in Spanish. Maybe that's a skill I should develop. I have no clue.

Customer type number 3. Mr. Asks-a-Question-but-Doesn't-Listen-to-the-Answer.

This guy is SERIOUS. He's a business man usually. He uses phrases like "let's get down to brass tacks" in yogurt shops. This dude means business. He is SO incredibly important that he doesn't even have time for the answers to his own questions. He's like the Dos Equis man, but not even remotely as interesting. A typical conversation with him would go something like:

Him: "Which one is your best yogurt?"

You: "Well a lot of people like th..."

Flaming Douche Lord:"You know what? Can I try the strawberry?"

You: "Of course. Is there anything else I can..."

Senor Importante: "Where are your sizes? Are these them?"

You: "Yes, sir. There's small, mediuhhh..."

Dos Equis: "Forget it. Just give me this size (points in the direction of 3 different sized cups) with some chocolate chips"

You: "Sorry, sir, what size?"

Busybee: "What's my total?"

He's usually really fun.

Along the same lines as him is the customer that, despite the line out the door, thinks they're the only one there. My favorite thing in the entire world is when I'm talking to a group of about five or so people trying to get everyone taken care of and someone starts yelling their order at me.

"Can I get a medium raspberry with kiwi on top?!?"

"WHEN I'M DONE WITH ALL 25 OTHER PEOPLE IN FRONT OF YOU, YES."

Makes me absolutely crazy.

That's all I'm going to say about the service industry. It makes me hate people.

Oh, and , in reference to the title of this post, my blog title is incredibly lacking in the creative department. It's really bad. I think, in an effort to seem ironic, I chose to title this blog the least ironic thing ever. Who do I think I am? I don't even know sometimes. If anyone has suggestions, let me know!

Thanks for reading!

-Sydney

PS- I'm going to start doing "Obsessions of the Day". Today's obsession? Diet Ginger Ale.