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Quit yer bellyachin'!
Posted on 2008.12.09 at 18:55Current Location: Comfy chair
Current Mood: mad
Current Music: Elvis -- Here Comes Santa Claus
One thing I hate about French salespeople is that, if they are serving another customer, they never say, "I'll be with you in a moment," so you never really know if they've noticed you are waiting or not. They quite literally ignore you. It's very annoying, but that's just the way it is. Not all salespeople are like this, of course. Just most of the ones I've had to deal with in all the years I've lived here! Then you've got the people who come wandering up while you are patiently waiting for your turn, and, the second the salesperson is finished with the first customer, they barge right in front of you. My jaw nearly drops to the floor every time this happens. I need to be more pushy. I need a bigger mouth. Yesterday we went to the pet store to buy goldfish, and we waited twenty minutes -- yes, twenty minutes! -- for the salesgirl to finish serving a customer who seemed to be buying one of every fish in the store, and I'll be damned if a man holding a tree trunk didn't try to cut in front of me!
I'm so tired of my Monday ballet class, which is at a different ballet studio. I only take the class because I've been taking it for years. A habit, I guess. Anyway, I feel like I'm the only person in the class who can count music. I am constantly being told that I'm "late," when I know I'm not. The others ignore the music and dance like they're in a hurry to finish the exercise; they finish before the music and stand there for three counts doing nothing. I don't know why the teacher doesn't say anything. Maybe she can't count music either? All you have to do is to know how to count to eight! Yesterday, after suffering through an hour of this, I got really annoyed, raised my hand and said, "Should I dance on the music or do like the others?" It was rude of me but I couldn't help it, I thought I was going to explode, and you know me, I *never* speak up. So now the girls are mad at me, I can tell, and I feel bad, but I can't disregard the music, I just can't.
I'm finished whining, I've got it out of my system. Getting the Christmas decorations out tonight, if I'm not too lazy. Which I am, of course!
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. ~ Robert Browning
I'm so tired of my Monday ballet class, which is at a different ballet studio. I only take the class because I've been taking it for years. A habit, I guess. Anyway, I feel like I'm the only person in the class who can count music. I am constantly being told that I'm "late," when I know I'm not. The others ignore the music and dance like they're in a hurry to finish the exercise; they finish before the music and stand there for three counts doing nothing. I don't know why the teacher doesn't say anything. Maybe she can't count music either? All you have to do is to know how to count to eight! Yesterday, after suffering through an hour of this, I got really annoyed, raised my hand and said, "Should I dance on the music or do like the others?" It was rude of me but I couldn't help it, I thought I was going to explode, and you know me, I *never* speak up. So now the girls are mad at me, I can tell, and I feel bad, but I can't disregard the music, I just can't.
I'm finished whining, I've got it out of my system. Getting the Christmas decorations out tonight, if I'm not too lazy. Which I am, of course!
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. ~ Robert Browning