You know what I hate? People who come into the store where I work and just wait expectantly. Because obviously I must know what they want by now, right? I mean, okay, sure you come into the store fairly often and always get the same thing, fine. That much about you I can usually remember. But d'ya know how many people come in every weak or every day or every minute and buy the same frakking thing? Many, many people. And d'ya know how much of my rather shoddy memory I want to devote to remembering everyone's orders? Somewhere in the vicinity of NONE AT ALL. God. Do these people not get that I hate my job? And yes, I do remember what some people get, but that's usually because those people are nice and pleasant and talk to me like I'm an actual human being, they don't just stand there with their self-importance fairly oozing off of them and making stupid comments about how they know I can get it if I just try. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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Okay. I think that's gotten it out of my system for now. In other, much happier news, yay for the finding of apartements! Gotta focus on the positive.