Okay Snarky’s Brain, I indulged in some serious retail therapy in an attempt to knock myself out of this temper tantrum from last night, so why am I STILL cranky?
Such a pain in the butt.
But I’m going home on Sunday!
I’m really kind of excited to surprise everyone,
I have officially hit that point on this vacation where my cousin just needs to shut the fuck up.
Of course, I’m probably only stating this now because of how much I’ve had to drink tonight, but I’ve really been feeling like this all day.
All hail the return of cranky!Snarky,
Captain Cubicle popped up with a song lyric for me to Google!
Haha it’s been so long.
I think the fact that I’m so stressed and confused and cranky these days (courtesy of not knowing what the hell to do with Spike and the fact that I’ve been on a Pinky-themed misery memory train today thanks to another segment of Life Lessons with Supe, see
Post #544) that I’m taking more entertainment out of this than I should, but I don’t really care.
Oh my goodness.
It doesn’t even matter that it’s a song I know (Lady Gaga, Marry The Night, fabulous song by the way).
He really has no idea how happy he just made me,
Posted in Snarky Letters Tagged Captain Cubicle, Confused, Cranky, Entertainment, Favorite, Game, Google That Song Lyric, Happy, Lady Gaga, Life Lessons, Marry The Night, Pinky, Spike, Supe
I hate when people post about what their semester GPA is.
It’s just brag-tastic and annoying as hell.
And yeah, finals week is making me really cranky,
Are you all so self-centered that you don’t realize/care that there are other people trying to get to their drinks too?
Especially when you come right from the register to stand in front of it when you know your drink is not first up.
Snarky gets really annoyed when dealing with stupid people before she gets her breakfast.
You look like a rat, and that offends me.
Also, your feet are gross.
Please go away.
Snarky has been sitting through nearly two and a half hours of poetry, and I am quite cranky,
Okay girl taking my order at Starbucks, I’m damn sure I told you I wanted a TRENTA, not a venti.
There’s a marked difference between sizes, and if I’m going to pay the extra money for the larger size, I actually want to receive said size.
Seriously girl, all you’re doing is giving more work to your already overworked coworkers.
In case you didn’t already notice, I’m pretty sure they all hate you.
I hope your days are numbered,
Stupid frat boys that think they’re cool.
And spend the entire time talking about their sorority girl conquests.
I need to be at LEAST halfway through my breakfast to even think about being able to suffer through that.
Especially now that they’re talking about what they’re going to make the pledges do tonight.
This is SO not my day,
P.S. Now that I’ve heard what one of the two frat bros has ordered, I’m even less amused with humanity: A venti orange blossom tea, not overflowing so he doesn’t burn his hand.
There’s a girl in two of my lit classes, and it occurred to me the first day that we went to elementary school together for a couple years before her family moved out of the district.
She’s still dumb as a post.
If she asks for the homework assignment one more time, not two minutes after the professor announces it, I’m going to chuck something at her.
Suffice to say, I’m not in a good mood,
Just because it’s slow, and there aren’t a lot of people in line or waiting does not give YOU any excuse to be slow.
I was WAITING, somewhat patiently even, for my drink, and it’s not like it wasn’t finished.
No, she just HAD to leave it with her instead of bringing it to the other side so the other barista could hand it to me.
I’m thirsty here!
Not having a good morning, and all I want is my breakfast.
Is that too much to ask?
Posted in Snarky Letters, Starbucks Snark Tagged Annoying, Barista, Breakfast, Cranky, Early, Impatient, No Excuses, Slow, Starbucks, Too Much To Ask