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Sisters, severys, and slapping.
So. First off, karate pops are one of the best moving items I've brought into the servery since we lost Jones Soda. Only, apparently, today people made a bit of a mess with them.
They have now gone the way of the Jones. Even though they make us money hand over fist, and people really like them. I got called in to talk to the principal (barely after lunch had ended, btw). Effective immediately, I'm not allowed to sell them. Not even the ones that we have left. No warnings to the people in question. No warning at all, so that people have the chance to correct the behavior, because they do not realize what it is going to cost them. Kind of like what happened with Jones Soda. Actually, I'm not even allowed to say that they got taken away. Which, it seems to me, kind of defeats the purpose.
Which is one thing. Okay. She didn't have to get mad at me. I do not control the actions of our entire school.
My sister and her friend have decided that they want to run the servery.
::Bashes head against something::
For those of you new to the program: My sister and I do not get along. Some (many, in fact) say that she deserves a good swift kick in the head. She's not a very nice person.
They're just after me and after me. I told them as nicely as possible that I think that they wouldn't be the best for the job. Because, honestly, I'd be very, very afraid if they managed to land it. Because it's not like this is an appointed position that requires a good work ethic. Or, you know, morals. Or the ability to count and organize.
So they go to the principal, behind my back. To get her to talk to me on their behalf. It's not even like they've been particularly nice about it. And they're going around and twisting my words to try to get me outed.
::Smacks her head against something again::
They have now gone the way of the Jones. Even though they make us money hand over fist, and people really like them. I got called in to talk to the principal (barely after lunch had ended, btw). Effective immediately, I'm not allowed to sell them. Not even the ones that we have left. No warnings to the people in question. No warning at all, so that people have the chance to correct the behavior, because they do not realize what it is going to cost them. Kind of like what happened with Jones Soda. Actually, I'm not even allowed to say that they got taken away. Which, it seems to me, kind of defeats the purpose.
Which is one thing. Okay. She didn't have to get mad at me. I do not control the actions of our entire school.
My sister and her friend have decided that they want to run the servery.
::Bashes head against something::
For those of you new to the program: My sister and I do not get along. Some (many, in fact) say that she deserves a good swift kick in the head. She's not a very nice person.
They're just after me and after me. I told them as nicely as possible that I think that they wouldn't be the best for the job. Because, honestly, I'd be very, very afraid if they managed to land it. Because it's not like this is an appointed position that requires a good work ethic. Or, you know, morals. Or the ability to count and organize.
So they go to the principal, behind my back. To get her to talk to me on their behalf. It's not even like they've been particularly nice about it. And they're going around and twisting my words to try to get me outed.
::Smacks her head against something again::
Hrm...
Re: Hrm...
I swear, one of these days, I'm just going to kick the girl. All thought, having you do it is ever so tempting...
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She's not a very nice person.
I've gathered that. ;-) I would come up there to strangle her for you but I doubt my parents would approve. Not to mention the little problem of transportation...
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I bet we could even make a party out of it...