Pattie

Excerpt from work:

Satan Woman gets off her carousel horse before the ride stops.  Way before.  I jump on to tell her to sit back down (nicely) and she nods, but ignores my request.  I ask again.  She sarcastically nods and stays standing.  I think, fuck it, and jump off.  As I do, I hear "Jesus, I thought I took my job seriously".  Hackles up, I look around and she's rolling her eyes.  Lovely.  So, I wait until she gets back on with her little kid and walk right up to her, put my arms on the horse's head and lean in, smiling that really really toothy-type smile.  "Yes, I do take my job seriously.  We've never had an accident here, and it's my job to make sure that continues.  Asking people to stay seated is part of that job.  Have a nice day."  Turn on heel, walk away.  Smile.

Oh, and we had a little creature in today as well.  I honestly believe it was a demon in a child's body...but who knows how much difference there is sometimes.  This one was about 9, unattended, and obnoxious.  One of those that makes you want to kill those who bred her, you know?  Anyway, this little hellspawn proceeds to throw her stuffed dog off the moving carousel several times, swing off the ponies, refuse to cooperate with me when I tightened her belt, throw her jacket on to my head, yell, scream, and fucking lick my arm when I went to check her belt again.  It was that moment that I snapped and turned in to the Carousel Dragon.  Snarling that being annoying was not, in fact, going to get her rewarded with anything besides immediate removal from the carousel shut her up...for a few minutes.  At least...it worked until she stole the brass ring from the bucket.  Good lord.  I hate my job so much.  And yes, immediately after work, I started looking for a new one.  I'm done, and have had enough of this.  No more kids, perhaps not even ones of my own.  Anything to keep me from becoming one of the demon parents, and my own spawn from being a horrorstory kid.

Oh, and to top it off...people who are supposed to be my friends are, in theory, people who want to hang out with me, right?  So...why did I sit at home all weekend, except when at work, after I asked people to call and let me know when things happened?  And happen they did, as I found out today.  Fuck.  You.  All.  Oh, and especially fuck that little blonde-headed growth that seems to have become attached to my boys.  Vapid little beast...and penis-led savages who drool after her.

Eh.  I think I'm going to do something drastic and fun.  Why?  Because I can.

Current Mood: pissed off