i have a coins purse as well

I think cashiering is one of the most difficult jobs - dealing with the public (and often rude people), handling money, and on your feet all day. Not to mention the low pay, too low for what is required of you.

Please don't tell me that. I'll have coins purse nightmares now. :laughing:

- I always wipe cutlery on the back of my hand after inspecting it when taking it out of the draw. Stems from an irrational fear of finding hair in my food/on my cutlery

- I often have walking races with strangers in the street. Sometimes I set the "finish" line too close and the challenger is quite a fast walker so I end up almost sprinting to protect my undefeated record :cool:

- I always have my phone on silent. Started doing it on the way home from college as I didn't want to draw attention to myself on the bus and it's carried on from there. I miss 99% of texts and calls because of this

- I sometimes cuddle my pillow to sleep and pretend it's a beautiful woman

- I sleep with a night light or lamp on as I am scared of the dark

- If I'm in a public building and in a corridor, I sometimes do a funny walk/dance/dry hump the air for a few seconds because nobody can see it. I don't know why I do it but I just do. I have never been caught

- I am petrified of having my ears 'folded' by other people. Like with their hands (think of bending your ear over so the top touches the ear lobe.)

- I absolutely love it when I get a spot; love it. I can't think of many things I enjoy more than popping a particularly large spot

- I love sneezing. Sometimes before bed I roll tissue up and insert it into my nose and rub the inside of my nasal canals until I sneeze. I do this repeatedly

- I never eat anybody else's cooking and haven't done for about 6-7 years now. This includes family members and restaurants. Finding a hair in my food can put me off eating for days

- Every time I use the bathroom, I open the window and have a little look outside for a couple of minutes. I saw a car crash once

- I always wear two pairs of socks with shoes, even in summer. Shoes are just uncomfortable with one pair of socks

I have a strong compulsion to steal parking tickets off of cars before the owners find them.

I always tend to check if i have my phone on me
i have to have the music on when people are over

This reminds me that when I'm in a car, I imagine a line going from me to either side of the road. If the line is going to the left side of the road and a car comes up to the left, then I have to move the line to the right in order to keep it from being "broken". And it always has to be touching grass. If it hits a driveway it also gets "broken". I had to force myself to stop doing this when I started driving so that I didn't get into a wreck.
I do the same thing. Except I make funny faces in front of a door I'm about to open, and then when I open it I immediately stop.

I thought I was alone.....about the alarm...

I have a thing for quarters... I dunno, you can leave a hundred dollar bill sitting in the same room as me and I wouldn't touch it, it would be there when you got back, but.... the leave a sock full of quarters in my care and homie don't play that... they will be all gone ALL OF THEM!

I never use an alarm. It's rare that I oversleep and I figure if I do then I needed to.

Your friends need to find a bank with a better interest rate.

I lash out when people call me by the wrong name

I can understand during the time when payphones were everywhere and/or you could find a decent arcade but in this day and age. Why are you hoarding quarters? lol :rofl: Do you have a big pretzel jar full of quarters?



I have this annoying habit of waking up right before my alarm clock goes off. The time varies a bit sometimes it will be 5 mins before or 15 mins before but my body wakes me up prior to it unless I'm in a fucked up nightmare then my alarm is my saving grace to pull me out of it.

I click my nuckles when I'm bored or nervous.

I'm a lot nicer to people who can actually pronounce my name properly (this usually only applies at work - not sure if I hate my job or I'm just a sociopath).

Those who can't... well, let's just say they never get free stuff, discounts, coupons, or a non-bitchy print shop lady.

exotic names are the best. I am fairly good at pronunciation so i look forward to them.

I have a lot of things I'm called by, and it's like dude, I told you can call me this or this or this, but not this. I was specific. Don't be a ****ing *******.

so yeah I totally agree.

Yeah sucks when that happens.

You know me too well, Princess

But of course Hermiola. :drummer:

That's Salayna to you mister

Salayna is ever so fitting.

Except it sounds like Salami
which is what people call me if they can't ****ing pronouce "Salome"
Sal OH may

:rofl:

Exactly.

And usually, you can tell who wants to know you by what they call you after you tell them specifically what they can call you. If they keep screwing it up, they're bad news.

Yup, this is a technique I use in my work too, dudes keep calling me Goddess and ****, I'm like, nopeeee

Oh my god, that shit would not fly with me.

Sometimes I have these middle-aged male customers that show their delight by calling me a "good girl".

... the sheer homicidal rage that boils within me every time this happens could have fueled a goddamn incinerator during the Holocaust.

Meh, I run a successful sex hotline myself, and all my female customers like to be told they're worthless other than for food preparation and sex and should stay in the kitchen. And I'm all, "For once, you're realistic."

Editing my post 'cause Pedestrian got a little uncomfortable.

I'll add this, though -

I won't drink anything carbonated. It just feels weird.

I always step on the brake when I'm starting the car. I also have to be sure that the wheel is in the absolute upright position wherever I park.

I really ought to start making final decisions about what is an appropriate post before I post it. Alas.

http://24.media.tumblr.com/3a7339774...q8ywo1_500.jpg

If you got messages like this all day long I think anyone would domme up.

I prefer my imaginary sexline to be more discriminatory in nature, since my little lambs love it. There's a niche for everything.

The other day, I told this black chick that if I ever put my junk inside her, I would cracker.

:rofl:

So mad.

It totally never happened. ;)

Nah, it's alright. I'm not ashamed of the post, I just thought better of sharing it.

At my job today, I emailed this guy about a project I was supposed to get from his department yesterday and he was all like, "I'll probably have to to you later today." And I was like, "Okay."

How dare you bring that sort of class into this thread?

Sounds like my job. Today one of our developers ran a script on one of the databases to shrink the log file, and it broke my log-shipping configuration, so I had to tell him not to do it anymore. He was like, "Ok."

Also, we had margaritas, because the CEO is out of town. And I just so happened to buy a mini fridge to put under my desk, so there was a place to keep the gallon cold... because this guy, Kyle, we can't trust him... and we know he'll tell the CEO... so I had to sneak the gallon of margarita in an empty box, and individually pour margarita for my boss and 2 other co-workers.

I felt like a bar slut, to be honest.
Not part of my M.O.

What is it with Kyles? I had a roommate named Kyle who used to always skimp on beer money, but never skimped on telling us all about how hot he thought his mom was and how all his friends wanted to bang her.