I hate stupid bitches.

I went into work at the coffee shop last night.
First night I worked since Friday.  I had to take the Max because my car is still completely covered in snow. 
Got to work and it was a mad house.  The T had mentioned that it was crazy so I was somewhat prepared but not really.

On an average day we generally sell anywhere from $50-$150 an hour.  (Lately because it has been so slow the hours  are closer to $30-$50 an hour.)  This summer when we were in the middle of the busy summer travel season the busiest hour I saw was somewhere around $210. 
Last night, our slowest hour was $230ish.  We were staying right around $300-$350.  It was fucking insane.  And it never stopped, we stayed open an extra hour and we were hoppin' right up until close.  My manager had to go stand at the end of the line and turn people away so we could close.

As I'm trying my damnedest to get the front, cleaned up, stocked up and closed up people are still coming up asking if we're open or not even asking, just standing there waiting for someone to wait on them.  This is something that normally happens so I just tell them that we're closed and direct them to the only open place in the airport.  Most people are cool about it but every now and then we get some who can't accept the fact that we're closed. 

It's always a certain type of person who gets annoyed that we're closed.  I hate them.  Not just because they're an annoyance to me as I'm trying to get the fuck out of work but more because they have a sense of entitlement that really irritates me.  I can't even count the times I've had people (and by people I mean skinny blond bitchess) respond to me telling them that we're closed with... "Couldn't you just make me a skinny vanilla latte..."  Quiet often there is a hair twirl or batting of the eyelashes involved. 

It FUCKING DRIVES ME INSANE!!!

If I was a dude, and I was interested in the stupid bitch type, it might work, I'm guessing it has worked for them before thats why they try it with me.  I'm not a guy and if I were (or into girls) I would want to punch thier perfect little faces and then watch them freakout about not being perfect anymore.

Anyway, I need to go write my dad a letter, make a star for our really tiny Christmas Tree and possibly make some cookies with the kid and other stuff but I can't exactly remember what that other stuff is.

Merry Christmas Eve, ya'll.