Solace


My name is Lynzie and I am fucking fabulous. Yes, this blog is named after Schala from Chrono Trigger, thx.

27; Bakersfield, CA, USA; cisfemale; white; asexual and panromantic; extremely liberal; feminist.

This blog is full of nerdiness and social justice and food and cats. Mostly I reblog stuff, but sometimes I post pictures of my cats, sometimes I post what I made for dinner because I fucking love food, and every once in a while I rant about something or other.

People often ask me what my fandoms are; I don't really get into fandoms, but I'm a big fan of The Legend of Zelda series, RENT, El Hazard, most of Squaresoft's games from its Super Nintendo era, and I have a love-hate relationship with Glee and Ragnarok Online.

Not Homophobic, But...
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sarrrasaurus replied to your post: so yesterday this guy makes an order for delivery…

lol it’s so obvious when people haven’t worked in any retail or restaurant jobs. like the assholeishness that people subject retail and restaurant workers to BLOWS MY MIND. i have to lecture my parents to not be assholes every time i go eat w/them.

tbh I’m still not convinced he wasn’t faking it.  He was just so over the top.  I’ve worked…  a lot of retail/restaurant jobs, and no one has ever come close to this dude, lmao.  I just can’t.

But yes, it is absolutely true that you can totally tell, and it’s not even just with those jobs.  It’s basically with everything.  I used to be a bagger at a grocery store, and part of my job was to collect the shopping carts from the parking lot…  and now I always make a point of grabbing carts from the parking lot - especially ones that are blocking parking spaces - to bring into the store rather than taking one from the “normal” place.  I always tip generously, I’m always polite, I’m always understanding even when things get royally fucked up, etc etc…  and there is nothing more embarrassing than going somewhere with someone who doesn’t follow the same rules.

I went to the Salvation Army with a friend a few months ago and she was picking up clothes, holding them up to her body, and then just tossing them back over the racks as though it was no biggie, and when I went to pick them up and hang them back up she was like, “Why are you doing that?  It’s their job to clean up after us.” and I just about lost it on her.  :(

SO UH
POINT IS
BE NICE TO PEOPLE GUYS
THEY ARE JUST DOING THEIR JOBS TO THE BEST OF THEIR ABILITIES
DON’T MAKE IT HARDER ON THEM THX 

so yesterday this guy makes an order for delivery
and, apparently accidentally, gives us both the wrong address and the wrong phone number

hopefully this is obvious but if you give us both the wrong address and the wrong phone number you’re probably not going to get your pizza until you call us and ask where your pizza is

it’s nothing against you.  it’s just that, y’know, we don’t know where to bring the pizza.

so when you call corporate to complain - saying that our service is terrible because we didn’t get your pizza to you in the time quoted - you’re being a really big douche.

and when the second driver (me) brings your order to the correct address, you probably don’t need to be a huge douche to her, either.

i probably sound upset but honestly this is hilarious to me because this guy was just…  way over the top with how pissed off he was.  if i didn’t know better i’d have thought he was parodying an angry customer and laughed.

i get to his house and ask, “how are you?” and he goes, “terrible.

i hand him a bag full of extras - a free 2-liter, a few extra ranch and marinara dipping cups, a handful each of crushed red pepper and parmesan cheese packets, and he just rolls his eyes at me as he takes them.

i hand him the pizza and then start to put the credit card slip on top of the box and hand him the pen and he goes, “oh, you’re going to make me sign for this shit, too?  fuck.” and stomps away to put the pizza on the table.

he then proceeds to make a show of underlining the giant 0 he put on the tip portion of the slip.  while he’s concentrating on drawing all over the slip his cat comes up behind him and is clearly trying to sneak outside, so i ask if the cat is allowed outside, and he starts screaming at me to stop looking into his house …  and then tells the cat to get back inside.

he then hands me the slip and slams the door literally in my face.  if i hadn’t taken a quick step backward i would’ve had a broken nose, no joke.

PIZZA IS SRS BSNS GUYS

and today i brought a free pizza to the people at the gas station and they practically kissed my feet

so

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Fuckin’ hipster bacteria.

Joe and I are legit guffawing over this. I fucking love headline writers.

oh my god rofl

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