grrrr...

So, today, I started out with some hope. I put some spare ribs in my brand new slow cooker and headed out to a job I don't really like, but I knew that it was taking me somewhere...even though it's taking me very slowly and probably on some detours.
One hour into the job, I get a complaint. The same complaint I hear EVERY DAY. "Your employee, Mr. So and So was really rude to me. He was giving me nothing but attitude and I don't really appreciate it all!" Awesome. I get a complaint from at least one customer everyday about this guy, and today I've had enough. I made my first write up. Well, second actually. The same guy earned another one for leaving tasks on the checklist undone even though he checked them off. You want to really get under my skin? Leave the cream in the dispenser sitting on the counter overnight. My blood will boil and you will feel my wrath. So, my co-manager, who is really kinda my boss, because she hired me, gave him two write-ups today. He gave me attitude like nothing else. He didn't give her attitude, but he will soon learn the error of his ways.
Ok, shake it off, Libby. He's just an idiot.
Then, mass orders for cakes.
Then, armies of customers coming in for way too much food.
Then, the cake decorator yelled at me. My rock hard facade is slipping...
And then, the icing on the cake, Mr. Super (and Paranoid) Liberal comes in. He yells at some of my employees and then demands to see the manager, me.
"How can you justify almost $6 for a cookie!?"
(Stock answer)-"Well, sir, as you can see, these cookies have each been hand iced and the amount of detail that goes into them..." He won't let me finish.
"Detail? Yeah, right, those are mass produced. I can see that clearly!"
"Actually if you look closely, each cookie is hand decorated"
"You know McCain is going to bring us a nuclear war. How can you have cookies of him? Does part of the profits go to the parties?
I think, do they need more money? From a small business? "No, the profits go to the store."
"How can you justify that?"
"It takes quite a bit of time and skill to make those cookies."
"Skill...yeah..."
Dude you are in a bakery. Get the heck out if you are going to mock the skill of bakers. Idiot.
"Yes, quite a bit of skill."
"You know, it's the type of economic inflation that McCain is going to bring that makes those cookies so F*#%ing expensive. Do you know what inflation is? (don't insult me, dunce) When he's president, they are going to be twice as much. I don't care how much North Shore people make (it's a lot!) and I don't care how much I make (probably too much), you can't charge that much for cookies. Who's decision was it to make them so much? Did you decide to make them that much?"
"The owners actually decided on that price."
"Well...(stammer, yeah that's right the owners, now get out) That's just not right. McCain is going to bring nuclear war on us and..."
"Sir, we are selling cookies. This isn't a political debate." I had to say something. Even though it was pansy-ish.
"Well...F this, F that. I'm stupid...I'm a cheap penny pinching liberal, even though I've got too much money..." As he walks out the door. (paraphrased)
"Thank you, have a nice day" My passive aggressive side comes out a bit...
The next guy in line hesitates as he slowly orders two simple things. The tears are knocking down the gates, but I finish that order and head straight for the bathroom. I cry, but that doesn't help. He's doomsday talk about nuclear war, and economic downfalls would normally make me laugh. I would have laughed in front of them. But, it was his attitude towards us that bothered me most. Or course, my body was reacting to the build up of the hoard of incompetent men I'm forced to be surrounded by and the general suckiness of my day. But, when I become a pastry chef and a baker, am I going to have to come up against that all the time? He clearly doesn't think much of the working man. He doesn't know anything about what we do. And, he clearly can't tell Biden a part from McCain. I know he's an idiot, but I've been working SO HARD at motivating myself to stay at this (almost) thankless job and I've gotten too many of these idiots.
Is it all worth it?
Should I even try?
Should I even get out of bed again?
So that's how my day went. The night part was better. I'm eating spare ribs now...Mr. Super (and Paranoid) who?