Work is turning into a bit of a soap opera. Honestly. Every day when I walk into work I feel like I'm walking onto the set of a soap opera. Who isn't talking? Who had a drama with a customer? Who's in love with whom? Who has that really, really cute guy sitting in their section? Ok the last one was me asking, but still. Nonetheless, it's still quite fun. I find I don't mind hard physical labour (no double entendre please) and I don't mind chatting with people. Who knew that I was friendly? Certainly not me.
The other day I was at work and one of the customers (who wasn't even mine) stopped me to tell me that I had amazingly straight teeth. "Your parents must have put alot of money into those!" He exclaimed. "Did you have braces?" I politely explained that no, I never had braces, but the whole time I was thinking "Is this a really, really, really bad line? Or are you honestly interested in possible orthodontic work being carried out in the southern hemisphere?" I have resolved to avoid being friendly to people who aren't my customers because they aren't paying me. Although even when I am friendly to my customers, they don't always tip me. I mean, really, do you think I'm being nice to you because I like you?? No!! I want your money! Come on! Just because you hear an Australian accent does not, I repeat, DOES NOT mean you can take on Australia's tipping habits. We have a higher minimum wage in my country, for goodness sakes!
Speaking of the minimum wage..... I plan on picketing parliament for a rise in the minimum wage level. Because it's truly appalling. This weekend? Parliament Square? Meet me by Democracy Village, or the Dispossessed, or whatever they're calling themselves this week. Bring placards!!
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