can't remember my dreams much, other than that i was roommates with... i think it was the original beastmaster. i also had a really cool stage in my bedroom closet, which i could use to perform on, should i ever get around to cleaning my room.
mahna mahna.
i was going through posts from years past, to see what i was doing each year on this day. so far, nothing overly exciting. i did come across this post from 2003, in which i talk about bleeding through a tampon in khakis and customer pet peeves. the customer doing that (leaving their stuff in their cart) must be a seasonal thing, because i haven't had it in a long while, and they suddenly seem to be coming out of the woodwork. this year, however, unlike three years ago... well, my attitude hath changed. before, i would come around the counter and put the stuff up there for them. now? i give them a flat stare until they do it themselves. (unless very old or otherwise obviously unable to do it for themselves with ease, of course.) i actually made it almost a full minute yesterday, blinking back and forth between a couple in front of my counter until the wife finally sighed heavily and thwumped her stuff on the counter. i'm all about going the extra mile to exude Extreme Customer Service; however, i am not your lackey, and they're freaking PENS. they're not heavy. you'll survive.
aww, this day back in 2002 found me dealing with Cheap Bastard! my VERY long time friends will remember him - handsome neighbor who asked me on a date, ran up my credit card EIGHTY BUCKS at a hick bar, made me margueritas, and came to my freaking door the next day to get the tequila i had in the house to refill what he made me. oh, how i was a different person then - i never would have allowed it to get to this point NOW.
mahna mahna.
i was going through posts from years past, to see what i was doing each year on this day. so far, nothing overly exciting. i did come across this post from 2003, in which i talk about bleeding through a tampon in khakis and customer pet peeves. the customer doing that (leaving their stuff in their cart) must be a seasonal thing, because i haven't had it in a long while, and they suddenly seem to be coming out of the woodwork. this year, however, unlike three years ago... well, my attitude hath changed. before, i would come around the counter and put the stuff up there for them. now? i give them a flat stare until they do it themselves. (unless very old or otherwise obviously unable to do it for themselves with ease, of course.) i actually made it almost a full minute yesterday, blinking back and forth between a couple in front of my counter until the wife finally sighed heavily and thwumped her stuff on the counter. i'm all about going the extra mile to exude Extreme Customer Service; however, i am not your lackey, and they're freaking PENS. they're not heavy. you'll survive.
aww, this day back in 2002 found me dealing with Cheap Bastard! my VERY long time friends will remember him - handsome neighbor who asked me on a date, ran up my credit card EIGHTY BUCKS at a hick bar, made me margueritas, and came to my freaking door the next day to get the tequila i had in the house to refill what he made me. oh, how i was a different person then - i never would have allowed it to get to this point NOW.
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I'm friggin, huges as... like.. a semi truck, and I STILL manage to take my own damn groceries out of my own damn hugely deep shopping cart... somehow.. i can HARDLY Reach and yet, even if couldnt do it ... I would bring someone with me who could instead of expecting the CHECKER to get it out for me. OMFG.
man, I hope you get pregnant someday by the by.. its stuff thats hard to explain unless you've been there..
being limited by the bulge in your stomach.. like.. really limited.. cant lean forward, takes 3 minutes of grunting to get up from the couch limited.
wow.
as for cheap bastard, And I think the trip to the pawn shop would have been a big clue to me that this guy needed 'help' in a lot of subjects. He probably pawned his keys for an extra 50 dollars. (what do you need keys for when your broke?)
i also HATE the people who will put their merchandise on the counter and instantly wag their money under your nose, as if you were able to miraculously psychic-ly ring up their stuff before they got there.
or, even worse, when you're finishing up with one person, and before they have even got their receipt, the person behind them almost steps between you and the person in front of them, shoving their merchandise into your hands. grr. rude jerks, the lot of them.
My biggest hate would probably be the customers who want special treatment above everybody else. I spend part of my time at work in the photo lab (I work in a computer store) and when it's busy and lots of customers are queueing up, you get the inevitables who want their photos printed first and I just want to smack them. Sadly I think the managers would frown upon it.
our old store manager, scott, was your typical store manager. a bit egotistical and cocky, and could be a real jerk at a moment's notice, totally cool at others.
i was doing paperwork in the cash office, and he comes in and says "there's this woman out there being a total bitch about something, and she let her kid SPIT a graham cracker at me."
i talked to a coworker later, and she laughed so hard that she cried, retelling the expression crossing scott's face when the kid went "PFOO." and the graham cracker hit him in the chest.