“Stitched Together With Good Intentions”

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In response to VanessO
1. (I probably should forget it, but these things never go away) A person I know promised that we were going to hang out one day. So I was at home getting ready and then I got a text, yes a TEXT not a phone call or ring of the doorbell, saying that the person was not going to go hang out with me, but go to the gym instead. This combined with PMS definitely did NOT go down well. I made it known. But everything is peaches now, and it's behind me:)

2. This one is a waaay back playback. In grade eleven I had a project with a partner for history class. We basically had a song, but had to re-write the lyrics to tell the story of something historical (lol yea I don't really member the purpose). So I did my part of the lyrics and the lunchtime before class my partner came up and said that they didn't do their part. So I did their part as well. Then presentation time came around. We had to sing our song infront of the class. My partner got some instantaneous stage fright and I was forced to SING the song infront of the WHOLE class BY MYSELF. Don't worry that friendship is terminated.

3. This one isn't friendship related. Most people who have worked with anything involving customers will symmpathized with me on this one. So I work in the deli, and one day I have this oh so very pissy mood customer who orders meat. He wanted like 400g of geno salami. Background info: 30 slices = about 100g. So ya I started cutting and like half way through when my arm is starting to hurt he says its cut too thick and gives me this b.s. additude. So I got pissed off, had to throw out the meat and start all over again. This time I was so mad I wasn't paying attention and I sliced my thumb cutting like half of my nail off. I had to rush to the back of the deli to stop the bleeding. And this was the customers response, "Is there any blood on my meat?". What a DOUCHE! So I had to go to Credit Valley to check if I needed stitches, luckily no.

So there ya go, some of my pretty shitty memories:)

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