I have been in employment since the tender age of fifteen, and nine times out of ten, been working within a pub/bar environment, therefore, am used to difficult customers. This industry supporting the 'employee is always right' mantra, due to the cutomer always being drunk (yay) one also experiences a hell of a lot of banter (most of the time my wondrously dry wit crushing those foolish enough to challenge me). And it is due to this environment that I believe I have heard this statement more often than any other, the anger-inducing "Cheer up Love". Do you honestly expect me to inanely grin whilst I pull a pint? Who the hell do you think you are, telling me to cheer up? This phrase infuriates me so incredibly that the urge to "cheer up" is truly distant. Myself coming to believe I am a sufferer of "Chronic Bitch-face".
This image explaining all...
Seriously, THIS IS JUST HOW MY FACE LOOKS, so fuck the polite laughter and jog on.
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