My bank is located on Easy Street

Checking account balance in the morning: $6.51

So I hate to complain about work, or the unfairness of the capitalist world...but this is MY blog and I can do WHATEVER I want.  /sass

Today, I was taught my place in this world. Not really, but apparently a customer thought so. You see, I normally cannot stand customers at work, but I never say anything. I just complain in my head. Today though, I got really upset.

So 4 hours into my shift, and my manager tells me I can go on my 30 minute break. It's required that I take a full non-payed 30 minute break if I work more than 6 hours, because I am a minor. I make my way over to the customer service area, where I am supposed to use the customer service computer to clock out for my break. There is only one person in line to check out with the other cashier, so I don't feel like I'm leaving at a bad time or anything. As I'm hitting the "Start Meal" button on the time clock, I see a customer come up to the customer service counter. I try to make eye-contact, so I can see what he needs, in order to page another employee to help him, so I don't waste my 30 NON-PAYED minutes. He pulls out his phone, and starts talking, and doesn't make any look my way, as if he needs any help. I head out the door, pulling my apron off, without another word.

After a much needed Starbucks fix, I return to work, and spend the last 15 minutes of my break sitting in the break room texting. My boss interrupts my texting conversation by coming into the break room to ask for my side of the story in what was apparently a situation while I was gone. This unnamed man on the phone apparently told my boss that he had asked me for help, and I had responded telling him that I was already on break. He also apparently got super pissed off about it and was complaining to my managers, because you know, he deserves to be SERVED!

I of course denied this crazy man's claims, and my boss "just wanted to hear my side of the story." It's almost funny how this man felt the need to express his feeling of superiority over the working class. And it brings me back to my hate for capitalism, and the American phrase "The customer is always right." It all boils down to buyer is to be taken in higher regard than the producer or the worker. In other words, the higher the class, the more important. And this line forms the basis for capitalist America. I almost went home more than bitter, but then I was handed my paycheck, including last quarters bonus.

Checking account balance at night: $360.11

How to be successful, and stuff

(Two blogposts in one week?!?! Oh no!)

This past semester of school, I was taking a class called Theory of Knowledge. It's sort of like a philosophy class, where we spend the majority of class questioning the validity of any statement, and question where it is we gain our knowledge and opinions. Being a non-traditional class, finding a way to succeed took just a little longer than usual. In striving for an A, I found a secret to success, which I've decided applies not just to TOK, but to real life.

The 4 simple steps to success in my TOK class in life:

1)Learn the rules.
2)Play by the rules.
3)Pretend you don't know of any rules.
4)Wash, Rinse, Repeat

**These steps may not (probably don't) apply to anyone's life besides mine. I just thought I'd stay true to the title of this blog, and share how I "Fake it 'til I make it".

Not forgery and deception...

So partly to be daring, and partly because the 85 degree weather was making me nauseous, I went for the ice cold shower tonight. And boy did it make me think.

You see, as a high schooler, I get the "What do you plan to do with your life?" question as frequently as the next of my friends. And I always just grumble some "I don't really know yet" response. But the truth is, I do. No, I may not have some career mapped out for myself, because with this economy, that would be pointless. But I do know that I want to be able to be happy, whether life hands me steaming showers every morning, or ice cold ones every night.

I don't mean to bore anyone with my low aspirations, but complacent happiness has just been a lifelong goal. Or maybe I'm missing the point...



I don't foresee constant blog posts from myself. The thought of boring anyone with my banter worries me, and honestly, my life is too boring to live up to my high expectations of a blog post.