Ever since I’ve got a job (i.e. May), I kept wishing I could sleep in. Contrary to popular belief, chances to do so aren’t as rare as one might think. I even took a brief holiday (2 days right before the weekend), to finally manage to indulge in said longing.

Naturally (i.e. ironically) I slept even less. As such, it is no wonder that once I’m not busy with work, I can give any sleepwalker a run for his/her money. To solve said problem at work, I took up a ‘Coke diet’: meaning that I pretty much live on Coca Cola these days. Obviously, I cannot drink from the bottle while at work and canned Coke would be much too expensive in the long run. Solution: buy a sodding cup already! This wouldn’t normally be a problem, had my work place not been on the outskirts of the city. Most stores there are small food… barracks, for lack of a better term.

For once, luck was on my side, and I did find a cup: a garish plastic one with some red roses. Then again, when the alternatives are sheep shaped¹, you tend to be less picky. So then, equipped with an even more garish red shopping basket, roughly seven times the size of the cup², I drag my feet towards the cash registry. Being on lunch break, I had over 45 minutes to spare, with the company at 5 minutes feet-dragging distance. So a short napping opportunity cam right on time. Or rather, it would have come right on time.

All of a sudden, the elderly lady in front of me, starts to dramatically roll her eyes, randomly raise her arms, give me meaningful looks and alternately shaking her shopping basket and sighing as loudly as possible. Since I’m equally mean offline as I am online, all this amused me to no end. She did look completely ridiculous: her acting was completely off.

The customer at the front was being served by a deliberately obtuse cashier, trying to settle a difference of 0.2USD.

Annoyed beyond measure, the old eye-rolling lady, plunks her basket on the counter, getting everyone’s attention:

Lady: Could you PLEASE stop all this? We really can’t afford to wait anymore.

The cashier³ was left literally gaping at her. I felt a brief pang of sympathy for her, but since I my professional motto is “my client , my master”, I refrained. She WAS paying after all.

Cashier(stuttering): Well… I look… I… if I explained it to you then… it would…
Lady(pointing at me): This poor girl is waiting for a mere cup.

I promptly proceeded to frantically flail my arms, assuring the shop assistant that I wasn’t anything of the sort… much to the chagrin of the old lady.

Cashier(dramatically): There! And we will leave off 0.5USD.
Customer(equally dramatically): Oh no: I can’t have you end up with such a loss!

The old lady was ready to blow up, most unfortunately she didn’t. And I lost precious napping time: all for the sake of crappy drama! Unforgivable!

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¹ yes, literally.
² a regular tea cup.
³ a woman in her mid 40s, not a teenager.

OK so, the brave thing would have been to leave everything as it is, but I doubt my host would have appreciated it. The post is now password protected and you’ll have to have one hell of a good reason for wanting to see it. I proved my point, at any rate. It’s open again, changed my mind.

And since we’re here, I’ll admit to having been mean to Ashley. While my arguments were right, I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. It was wrong of me to make fun of Ashley’s lack of money, for all that I probably had less when I wasn’t working.

I’d also like to say thanks to Jem for her help this morning. And most of all, I’d like to thank my host: RedHost for having been patient with me throughout my request. And last but not least, I’d like to extend my thanks to Kay, who helped me tremendously, even though I don’t deserve it.

There: that’s the most you’ll see me stomp on my pride. Some things are more important, and some people are not worth the headache. Then again, I got into all this because I ignored her… so… Well, feel free to draw your own conclusions.

[EDIT January 26^th 2008]
Do I even need to say it? You get what you want. Oh yeah, she’s moved to Kawaiipurinsesu, in the meantime.
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For those of you who’ve been regular visitors, you would know that I never start e-drama. I admit to feeding e-drama, and egging the participants on, but I never start e-drama. Why? Free link to the “victim”. However I decided to make an exception this time. After all, if Barbi kept accusing me of starting drama I might as well do it.

Piqued your interest? Then read on for an unrequested review of Mystical Drama (that’s the site’s name, by the way).
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