I think I’m getting sick. Blagh.

At the end of each shift at work there’s a time called “debriefing” which generally consists of going outside, letting the smokers smoke, and bitching about our day. It’s also a time where others point out what they saw you did well and what you possibly could improve on. This is called “feedback”.

Behold, the greatest feedback of all time:

“Man I don’t know how you get away with it, but I heard you talking to one of the adolescent girls and you sounded like a late night waitress who knows she’s already going to get a good tip and doesn’t want to put up with her table’s crap anymore at 3 am - your tone was soooooooo sarcastic, like ‘do you want some more coffee and oh yeah, go screw yourself blah blah’. And she didn’t hit you. I was surprised, because if I were a crazy teenage girl and locked up, I probably would of.”

Thank you, Karl.

I guess that’s something I need to work on. It’s off to work for me.