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So the other day, I woke up feeling refreshed and happy. That would slowly dwindle as the day progressed.
School Conspiracy
It is the week of finals for my school, thus it is also textbook buyback week. If you can get there early enough on Monday or Tuesday, your book could be worth a lot. If you can not do this, most of the books the store needs are already there, so the price drops. It has been like this since the beginning of time and yet no one knows this until they are physically told by the clerk, even though it's on BIG GREEN SIGNS all over campus, not to mention emailed to us and on the school's homepage. Some gems from my short stint in the bookstore.
SC: But, I paid like, $400 for that book. *waves around a very thin grammar book that I am attempting to sell back as well. It was used, like mine, which means he only bought it for about $60, just like me*
Clerk: I'm sorry, no you didn't. Plus, the more books that come in, the more the price drops.
SC:Fuck you then you old hag! I'm going to the little trailer out on the highway then!
Every quarter, there will be a green trailer sitting across the highway from the campus's main drive that buys back textbook, for more apparently. I had already visited them, and realized, no no they don't. They actually buy them back for far less then the bookstore does. But I said nothing as he stormed out. I can kind of understand if you really did buy the book brand new for a lot of money, but you should still not blow up at the clerk for it, she doesn't make the prices. I actually did it one time, though I didn't blow up AT the clerk, more of at the bookstore itself. Had a math book bought brand new for $380, when I went to sell it back, they offered me $16 for it. I got mad and what not, but the next quarter I sold it to another student for $150, so it all worked out. I even apologized to the clerk and we have become great friends.
Kids say the worst things!
So, I live with my boyfriend and few other roomates in a somewhat lovely neighborhood (see my thread called "neighborhoods"). Well, my bf is getting ready to head off to class, while I am getting ready to head to my hometown bought 15 minutes away to help my parents with certain things. I'm standing beside my bf's truck in the driveway, giving him a kiss good=bye when I hear a snicker behind me I turn around to see 3 black kids, sitting on bikes, laughing at us. A fourth boy, who seemed older but dumber than the rest, sat glaring at us. I tell them to shoo, this wasn't a free show, laughing. The other boys start peddling away, laughing as well since we knew most of them. the older one stayed. He then straightened up and said "Fuck you towel head" to my bf. I'm surprised by this, as is my bf and the kid's friends. They stop and look back at him, then us, knowing something bad is about to happen. I'm sure if his father hadn't came around the corner then, shit would've went down. He comes up and grabs his son's earlobs until he gets off the bike.
F: You apologize to these people right now!
S: Why should I! It's because of his people that we are in a war and don't have money.
F: *face starting to turn red* Who in hell told you that?!
S: *kicks imaginary rock while mumbling about the news and what not*
F: It's not "his people" as you put it who is responsible for this, it's the terrorist. Just because someone looks like they might be muslim or middle-eastern, doesn't mean they're a terrorist. This young man is nice and you had not reason to say anything like that to him!You are going home right now and sitting in your room. No tv, no exbox, no nothing! Get going! *son speeds off, friends speeding off the other way* I'm sorry about that, I have no idea where he gets that stuff from.
BF: It's cool.
Theatre+Drama= new exciting job, maybe.
As I'm heading across town to hit the highway I take to my hometown, I stop for a bite to eat. My cell rings and it's the movie theatre that I applied to. They want an interview. Yay! So I finish eating and head over to the theatre. When I get there, there is a lady with 3 younger kids arguing with the ticket guy. Apparently, she'd been cutting him off everytime he tried to explain the R system. For Ohio, if the movie is rated R,you have to be 17 years old or older to see, unless a parent of guardian is there. Well, all she heard was no one under 17 and started going off on the guy. He couldn't get in a word edge wise. He tried getting his manager, but everytime he even moved, she started cussing up a storm. So, I felt I needed to step in.
Me: ma'am. *pause, she's still ranting* ma'am! *still ranting* MA'AM!!!
Finally she turns around.
SC: What the fuck do you want you little bitch?!
Me: Ok for one, there's no need for name calling, and two, stop bitching for one minute and listen. He's trying to tell you no one under 17 is allowed-
SC: this is ridiculous! I don't-
Me: STOP interuppting!. *shuts her mouth* No one under 17 is allowed, UNLESS they have a parent or guardian. Are you the parent or guardian of these kids?
SC: *nods*
Me: Then it's fine.
She pays for her ticket and goes in. I tell the ticket guy I was here for an interview. He fetches his manager and we fly though the interview. As I was leaving, I heard the ticket guy tell the manager about what happened. He seemed pleased.
So i may have a fun job of working in the movies along with the highway job. Oh joy.
School Conspiracy
It is the week of finals for my school, thus it is also textbook buyback week. If you can get there early enough on Monday or Tuesday, your book could be worth a lot. If you can not do this, most of the books the store needs are already there, so the price drops. It has been like this since the beginning of time and yet no one knows this until they are physically told by the clerk, even though it's on BIG GREEN SIGNS all over campus, not to mention emailed to us and on the school's homepage. Some gems from my short stint in the bookstore.
SC: But, I paid like, $400 for that book. *waves around a very thin grammar book that I am attempting to sell back as well. It was used, like mine, which means he only bought it for about $60, just like me*
Clerk: I'm sorry, no you didn't. Plus, the more books that come in, the more the price drops.
SC:Fuck you then you old hag! I'm going to the little trailer out on the highway then!
Every quarter, there will be a green trailer sitting across the highway from the campus's main drive that buys back textbook, for more apparently. I had already visited them, and realized, no no they don't. They actually buy them back for far less then the bookstore does. But I said nothing as he stormed out. I can kind of understand if you really did buy the book brand new for a lot of money, but you should still not blow up at the clerk for it, she doesn't make the prices. I actually did it one time, though I didn't blow up AT the clerk, more of at the bookstore itself. Had a math book bought brand new for $380, when I went to sell it back, they offered me $16 for it. I got mad and what not, but the next quarter I sold it to another student for $150, so it all worked out. I even apologized to the clerk and we have become great friends.
Kids say the worst things!
So, I live with my boyfriend and few other roomates in a somewhat lovely neighborhood (see my thread called "neighborhoods"). Well, my bf is getting ready to head off to class, while I am getting ready to head to my hometown bought 15 minutes away to help my parents with certain things. I'm standing beside my bf's truck in the driveway, giving him a kiss good=bye when I hear a snicker behind me I turn around to see 3 black kids, sitting on bikes, laughing at us. A fourth boy, who seemed older but dumber than the rest, sat glaring at us. I tell them to shoo, this wasn't a free show, laughing. The other boys start peddling away, laughing as well since we knew most of them. the older one stayed. He then straightened up and said "Fuck you towel head" to my bf. I'm surprised by this, as is my bf and the kid's friends. They stop and look back at him, then us, knowing something bad is about to happen. I'm sure if his father hadn't came around the corner then, shit would've went down. He comes up and grabs his son's earlobs until he gets off the bike.
F: You apologize to these people right now!
S: Why should I! It's because of his people that we are in a war and don't have money.
F: *face starting to turn red* Who in hell told you that?!
S: *kicks imaginary rock while mumbling about the news and what not*
F: It's not "his people" as you put it who is responsible for this, it's the terrorist. Just because someone looks like they might be muslim or middle-eastern, doesn't mean they're a terrorist. This young man is nice and you had not reason to say anything like that to him!You are going home right now and sitting in your room. No tv, no exbox, no nothing! Get going! *son speeds off, friends speeding off the other way* I'm sorry about that, I have no idea where he gets that stuff from.
BF: It's cool.
Theatre+Drama= new exciting job, maybe.
As I'm heading across town to hit the highway I take to my hometown, I stop for a bite to eat. My cell rings and it's the movie theatre that I applied to. They want an interview. Yay! So I finish eating and head over to the theatre. When I get there, there is a lady with 3 younger kids arguing with the ticket guy. Apparently, she'd been cutting him off everytime he tried to explain the R system. For Ohio, if the movie is rated R,you have to be 17 years old or older to see, unless a parent of guardian is there. Well, all she heard was no one under 17 and started going off on the guy. He couldn't get in a word edge wise. He tried getting his manager, but everytime he even moved, she started cussing up a storm. So, I felt I needed to step in.
Me: ma'am. *pause, she's still ranting* ma'am! *still ranting* MA'AM!!!
Finally she turns around.
SC: What the fuck do you want you little bitch?!
Me: Ok for one, there's no need for name calling, and two, stop bitching for one minute and listen. He's trying to tell you no one under 17 is allowed-
SC: this is ridiculous! I don't-
Me: STOP interuppting!. *shuts her mouth* No one under 17 is allowed, UNLESS they have a parent or guardian. Are you the parent or guardian of these kids?
SC: *nods*
Me: Then it's fine.
She pays for her ticket and goes in. I tell the ticket guy I was here for an interview. He fetches his manager and we fly though the interview. As I was leaving, I heard the ticket guy tell the manager about what happened. He seemed pleased.
So i may have a fun job of working in the movies along with the highway job. Oh joy.
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