Animal instinct.

I think it's all in us - animal instinct. We're protective over our young, our possessions, and ourselves. It's human nature to want to ensure that we live long happy lives.

Anyway, I've rolled off my original point.

So ya, my animal instinct acted up this morning when I was happily serving a customer at work, and I went to the cash register to cash in the money and once I went back, my spot was forcibly snatched away. Together with my pair of tongs and my position of servitude at that time.

I disliked her at that very moment. (I mean, I sort of did before that too, due to other encounters.) Anyone in their right minds and being brought up with proper manners (no, I am not blaming her parents, I am blaming her for not learning it right) would know, you do NOT just come in and take over. No one does. Not even the boss of the bakery. So who in the world are you to do such a thing.

And at normal times, you had the guts to just STEAL my customer. I mean, I get it, you're bored, people ignore you, blablabla, but when I asked someone what they wanted and they say what they want, you do not help me answer them back then proceed as if you were there all the time.

Sudden deja vu. I seem to have bitched bout this other person who've done this before.

But yea. And coincidental as it might be, people I dislike tend to have the liking of sweeping my feet. As a pretty superstitious Chinese girl, I have an inborn dislike towards having my feet swept. And as Murphy's Law states, she did sweep mine today.

And the dislike scale increases rapidly.

I also tend to dislike people who like to demand things of their employer. It is also a known fact that when you state your availability times, the employer has every right to decide when you're working, and whether you even are working in the first place.

In struts aforementioned girl and complains how come she is only allowed one hour of work, when in fact she's got the horriblest timetable. True, it's not her fault. But heck, if you know you do not have the time to work an extra job, don't!

P.S. She's working in another restaurant, which I have come to associate with bitchy waitresses. Oh, how coincidental again!

She's got an hour here, an hour there, and she expects to be working on all THREE of her available hours. Like, for real??

I think sometimes, when we're handed oranges, we should just be happy and not demand for apples. (Analogy thus said cause I prefer apples to oranges.)