Today I realized something about my entire social circle in their senior year:
Everyone is cracking.
Well, probably not everyone. But being acquainted with almost all of the IB 12 portion of the school, I can reasonably say that with a month left until IB exams and with nearly three years of IB behind us, a good portion of us have borderline given up for the last intensely academic month of high school. People who for years had these intense desires for achievement are gradually learning to half ass everything. I spend my days surrounded by apathetic students who just want to get out of there because we're counting down every day that gets us closer to leaving high school.
This realization that we're out of here soon is doing weird things to people, as everyone has already applied to universities and scholarships and all that's left is a waiting game. Some people are on edge because they have too much on their plate and have little motivation to deal with any of it. Some people are sentimentally hanging on to everything they've stood for in high school but most people are 1000% done and ready to move on. There's just some downright weird things happening.
I'm personally trying my hardest to shirk school responsibilities while making plans for after May 9th, the day of my last IB exam. From then until mid-June, I'll have three classes: Journalism, Photography and Law. I'm positive I won't be caring much by then, nor will I need to because I'll practically glide through those sad excuses for courses whether I show up often or not. That leaves plenty of time for actually having hobbies again. I look forward to this.
Only around a month left.
Hearts,
Julianne
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Barista rage.
Baristas have a reputation of spending a lot of time being annoyed and having a lot of feelings of injustice. I mean, when groups containing multiple baristas get together, we thoroughly enjoy bitching about people. People do treat us badly occasionally but I think that we just take it too personally sometimes.
We've learned some little passive aggressive tricks to make us feel better when we feel wronged but can't show public rage. For example, there's this family that doesn't speak much English that comes in and lets their kids run wild and every time they make huge messes in Indigo and our store. They somehow manage to cover half the store in crumbs every time. Their 8 year old boy consistently gets a cappuccino and I decided a while ago that he doesn't need that caffeine so I gave him decaf. I was slightly berated by my supervisor with some sort of ethics thing that if someone pays $5 for a drink, they should get exactly what they order. From what I hear from elsewhere, though, decafing is subtly commonly practiced by quite a few people. I was basically told I'm better than that. But my inner small child tells me that it feels good to be passive aggressive sometimes.
There's a larger store ridiculously close to ours and I know a lot of the people who work there. Since they have more customers and a drive thru, they have more opportunity to perfect passive aggressive justice. My friend Shawn told me about getting annoyed at people, especially around Christmas, who got gift cards in the drive thru, which in all honesty is kind of a dick move. Since he had freedom to grab whatever card he pleased, he often went for the "Thank you teacher" one. This became widely practiced to the point that they completely ran themselves out of "Thank you teacher" gift cards.
Other times, though, people are just a little annoying. Like when people stuff garbage into the bottom of ceramic mugs for us to dig out. Or camping out in the cafe around close as we mop around them. Or returning drinks with really vague complaints such as "It just doesn't taste quite right," especially regulars that do that over and over. Or when someone complained on an online survey that our drinks are too expensive like we could actually change that.
We all just get really sick of people after a while.
Hearts,
Julianne
We've learned some little passive aggressive tricks to make us feel better when we feel wronged but can't show public rage. For example, there's this family that doesn't speak much English that comes in and lets their kids run wild and every time they make huge messes in Indigo and our store. They somehow manage to cover half the store in crumbs every time. Their 8 year old boy consistently gets a cappuccino and I decided a while ago that he doesn't need that caffeine so I gave him decaf. I was slightly berated by my supervisor with some sort of ethics thing that if someone pays $5 for a drink, they should get exactly what they order. From what I hear from elsewhere, though, decafing is subtly commonly practiced by quite a few people. I was basically told I'm better than that. But my inner small child tells me that it feels good to be passive aggressive sometimes.
There's a larger store ridiculously close to ours and I know a lot of the people who work there. Since they have more customers and a drive thru, they have more opportunity to perfect passive aggressive justice. My friend Shawn told me about getting annoyed at people, especially around Christmas, who got gift cards in the drive thru, which in all honesty is kind of a dick move. Since he had freedom to grab whatever card he pleased, he often went for the "Thank you teacher" one. This became widely practiced to the point that they completely ran themselves out of "Thank you teacher" gift cards.
Other times, though, people are just a little annoying. Like when people stuff garbage into the bottom of ceramic mugs for us to dig out. Or camping out in the cafe around close as we mop around them. Or returning drinks with really vague complaints such as "It just doesn't taste quite right," especially regulars that do that over and over. Or when someone complained on an online survey that our drinks are too expensive like we could actually change that.
We all just get really sick of people after a while.
Hearts,
Julianne
Friday, March 29, 2013
Easter weekend.
- My grandparents are over for the weekend and no matter how much I love them, I'm so sick of my family trying to be painfully wholesome. We went bowling at 10am on a Friday. I had to get out of bed for that.
- A boy I had a crush on in 6th grade in Kenya got accepted into Harvard. I'm kind of patting 12 year old me on the back for having good taste.
- Yesterday I felt like a really average person after my really average IB English oral commentary so I tried to make myself feel better by eating mac and cheese, followed by buying guitar strings and sewing a skirt. Those were my honest to goodness attempts to prove to myself that I can accomplish things.
- Doctor Who tomorrow night. I'll probably spend Sunday bitter and muttering curses upon Moffat.
- I love this five day weekend because I needed this.
Julianne
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Don't party on school nights, kids.
In the past six months, I swear that I've watched one of my friends/also shift supervisors gradually transform into Ke$ha. Last night I closed with her, she opened this morning and in the brief time between that she went to a house party and got trashed. Today she kept complaining about how much her body hurt because last night (1) she slept on a couch and (2) she also fell down stairs three times. And yet this isn't nearly as bad as a night a few weeks ago when she broke her friend's toilet with her sexual exploits. I think that moment solidified her immunization to shame.
It's especially funny because she's nonchalantly trying to pull people down with her. She asked me what I was doing tomorrow and I replied that I going to school and then working the evening. She then casually went "So, probably not time for acid?". Firstly, 'partners in work, grocery shopping and LSD' isn't the sort of friendship I'm sure I can handle. And secondly, tomorrow is a freaking Monday. As someone who doesn't do parties or abuse substances, I still believe that partying should be confined to weekends. I get annoyed at people who let it leak back into Thursdays and forward into Mondays. You just don't do that. Thirdly, I can't help but feel that she's getting a bit of initiative from Reeves to corrupt me into a replacement version of him (he's more determined than I originally thought about this matter, I'm honestly a little frightened.) Most people she tells about her exploits are really impressed that she's a functioning person in society.
Pro-tip: Stay in school, only party on weekends and probably try avoiding substance abuse with your supervisor. My common sense has spoken.
Hearts,
Julianne
It's especially funny because she's nonchalantly trying to pull people down with her. She asked me what I was doing tomorrow and I replied that I going to school and then working the evening. She then casually went "So, probably not time for acid?". Firstly, 'partners in work, grocery shopping and LSD' isn't the sort of friendship I'm sure I can handle. And secondly, tomorrow is a freaking Monday. As someone who doesn't do parties or abuse substances, I still believe that partying should be confined to weekends. I get annoyed at people who let it leak back into Thursdays and forward into Mondays. You just don't do that. Thirdly, I can't help but feel that she's getting a bit of initiative from Reeves to corrupt me into a replacement version of him (he's more determined than I originally thought about this matter, I'm honestly a little frightened.) Most people she tells about her exploits are really impressed that she's a functioning person in society.
Pro-tip: Stay in school, only party on weekends and probably try avoiding substance abuse with your supervisor. My common sense has spoken.
Hearts,
Julianne
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