Arsehole Customers, 21, and Rantings

A few things.

Firstly, I went to see the movie 21 tonight. It was good. Starred Kevin Spacey and Lawrence Fishbourne. It was a fun popcorn flick, with a nice happy ending with everyone left happy and justice satisfied. Not breaking any cinematic conventions or making anyone's career, but it was fun, and for that, I give it a 3.5/5.

Secondly, I cannot stand arrogant customers. At my work (I work at a cafe) we close at three on a weekend. We have this one bloke that comes in all the time, knows our hours and whatnot. Fairly frequently, he shows up at 5 minutes to three and wants lunch, and wants to sit for half an hour and eat it. Which is very annoying when you want to pack up and go home. Frequently, I have to ask him to leave. Today, I had to kick out about 4 tables of people around 20 past three, one table of which was his. I used my colloquial "Sorry folks, I'll have to kick you out 'cause we are all going home", which is usually quite fine.

About a minute after this, the guy comes over casually, and says "Blake, I come here often, and thats twice now you've spoken to me in that manner. I don't appreciate being told I'll be kicked out of a place." So I apologised, and he left. And all was well.

But. I've been thinking. SCREW HIM! He has no right to do it week after week, and expect me and the other staff to cop his arrogant arseholery. It's not on. If he can't hack a colloquial expression and take it in the jovial spirit it was given (difficult to maintain, given how much we were all put out - did I mention he came in after we had shut the gates and stopped taking customers?) then he needs to grow a cock and harden up.

While I'm in the ranting mode, why is it that people assume that everyone working in customer service industries are idiots? I'm freaking on my way to a bloody Masters degree, looking into PhD studies in literature, and this is after snobbing an Economics/Commerce degree and leaving a Traineeship in Accounting. I'm not a retard, and I really hate pricks thinking my intelligence is knee high to a sparrow's anus because I work in a cafe to pay my bills while at Uni. Chances are, whatever they are doing is nothing to what I'll be up to in 5 years. Bugger the lot of 'em. Besides, didn't they work to go through uni? No? That's because they didn't go to uni... aww. Screw them.

Have a nice rest of the weekend. Blake.