The Others

Life at the Register is so much easier when I'm getting along with my coworkers. And when I have good pockets.

My feet hurt so bad today. And the pain was in my heels and the surrounding area. I'm off tomorrow and I think I'll get new shoes.

I spent a few minutes in my aisle and I noticed a non-Hallmark or Shoebox card. On the outside it said:
"The Democrats stole your cake!"
and the inside:
"They distributed it among people who were not fortuante to have birthdays."
Or something very much like that. My manager and I thought it seemed aggressive. I have no idea where or from whom it came.

Hallmark Letdown

We got super-busy right after lunch and until I left. I hardly had a moment to sit down. Yeah that's right, I have myself a chair up there. I need one. The bottoms of my feet become unbelievably sore.

The Hallmark people came in and set up the display like how they wanted. They took down a portion of the Taylor Swift display, because they can. I always feel a little stupid when they come in because my department is slightly disorganized, the boxes are hard to get to and they always seem to come during a crisis. We discussed the fate of the Hallmark aisle, and things are not looking that good. I just wish that I was scheduled in that aisle a little more often. It is much to hard to keep running back and forth between Hallmark and One.

I wish that when I called for a manager, one would answer. Because me not being able to get my break today was kinda rough.

Thumbless

I lost my notebook. Which is (was?) one of those dinky Mead ones from Aisle 7. I wrote everything in it. It is part diary/ part mind-saver. I'm envisioning a Harriet The Spy scenario that is starting to make me nervous. Luckily I had just spilled a bunch of water on it so it looks kind of raggedy.

This Asian guy came in and bought some smokes. I noticed he was missing one thumb, in addition to the thumb-joint. I spent some time thinking about how he may have lost that thumb.

I Get By

I get so tired! My feet start hurting (just the bottoms) and my 1/2 starts moving around a lot...and the whole situation makes me tired. I wish I could work 1/2 days, but I cut my hours from 40 to 32 already and how will I afford my Groupon Goods if I don't work full time?

I was in the Hallmark aisle. I know I irritated the forigen guy because I told the manager I would take my lunch at 1:30. And he goes,
"What time I go? I go to lunch?"
"Not at 1:30."
Apparently he got to work before I did, but he should have gone way earlier. And whatever, he never "hears" my pages and I'm freaking preggs, k?

Someone touched my belly today. And it was freaking weird. But I was too tired to be aggressive.

Note to the New Girl:
Even if your sister screws you over, figure out a way to make it to your first day of work.

Not Last Night But The Night Before...

I have been without internet for the past few days. Yes, I could have gone to my mother's, or the library. And I might have, if this had been a term paper.

The Day Before Yesterday:
My boss thinks it is a good idea to schedule the second shift Register One at 5:30 pm and my end time at 4:30 pm. I asked someone to cover for me; after standing around an extra 10 minutes, I usually figure it out. As I was thanking and leaving the gentleman who was standing in, I yank my water bottle off the register. I had not screwed the top on all the way and almost succeeding in dousing the poor boy. I managed to locate a roll of paper towels and finally got the hell outta there.

Yesterday:
One of my favorite co-workers told me he felt like was a piece of meat. He was being bossed around by three ladies, and I believe he was the only male on duty. We had him doing our heavy lifting and grunt work. I told him to grab the boxes that were "eye-level". Given that there is about a foot height difference between us, this might be poor instruction. Besides, the boxes I really needed were at shin-level.

Today:
I had an opportunity to be difficult to a customer that was previously very rude to me. I heard her talking shit about me, and I pretended I didn't hear. I also pretended I didn't know what she wanted when I absolutely did. My fave co-worker gave her the same blank stare I did. Thats' what happens, bitch.
Two people bought pregnancy tests today. One woman told me she "didn't really even know the fool". She was very annoyed but didn't seem too stressed. I gave her good vibes. The other woman was just standing there on her phone while her man (wearing a grey t-shirt with a multi-colored cat face wearing giant multi-colored sunglasses) bought it for them. He is just over 18, which I know because he smokes American Spirits Light Greens. Good luck to them. I wonder if either of them saw me as a sign. I would.

You Can Spend A Whole Week In The British Museum

I spent the whole day on the Cos Wall with the Telzon. The last few minutes of my shift were spent gossiping.

I missed some previous posts because I haven't gotten my internet set up at home yet. Very disorienting. And many of my days blend together.

Counting Cards

I spent a few hours sorting Hallmark cards by price point. While I was hunched over on the stool,  it felt like my half was trying to bust through my belly button.

The tension between me and that girl is kind of high. But apparently everyone else feels the same way.

English, Please

I think, although I cannot be sure, that the new guy is also the new Shift Leader. I know that he works hard, and he made a good impression on a few of managers, including the store manager. Good for him. The problem I have here is that the man does not speak fluent English. I watched him answer a request for a raincheck and he had to have another employee translate what the customer wanted. I don't mean to be closed-minded, but that is ridiculous. I believe that management should have a firm grasp on the English language, if they are to be employed in this country. My pregnancy better be the only reason I was passed over for this position.

Same Old, Same Old

One of my regulars let me know that I was gaining weight. No shit, Sherlock.

I ha(d) (ve) terrible heartburn.

My heels have started to hurt a little past the halfway mark of my workday. Two of my coworkers have said I should drag a chair to the register. They are sure no one say anything; I am not as sure.

Lyrics

"Another day, another doller
another bill-collecting caller."

Technical Difficulties

When I got in this morning the registers were down. Apparently my boss tried to update all the registers at once, and at 7:30 am, which is only a half hour before we open. Our registers were down for about two hours. For a little while the registers in pharmacy were working, but they shut themselves down. So me and the boss rung people up with two Telzons, one calculator, and a lot of patience. I think we did pretty well.

I got myself a planner for next year (or whenever, because its one of those that you can write the dates in). It was $7.79 on clearance. I thought about buying it last week, so when it showed up at my register as overstock from someone else and those ladies who were looking at it didn't buy it, I decided I should get it.

The Crazies

This woman came in and overpaid me. The change machine gave her her change and she refused to take it. I asked if she wanted to take the 17 cents out of the 37 cents she gave me and she looked at what she was giving me, looked at me, and said
"That is 17 cents. And that is all you are getting. I do not get any change."
The last time I tried to give her money back ($1) she told me I was stupid and that my lip ring made me look foolish. So I did not argue with her. Today I detected a faint English or Irish accent. I also noticed she wore houseshoes out and had a terry-cloth nightgown under her coat. Her hair is cut in a pixie and her glasses are oddly outdated. Something about her doesn't feel right.

Two people asked me to ring their stuff up seperate when they realized they didn't have enough for both items at once. I tried to tell them that ringing seperate would not help their lack of funds, but one person was slow and the other was a child, so they had me do it anyway. Just to check.

A lady told my manager and I that she pays $1.50 extra each month to have her phone number unlisted, so she did not want to give us her number to get the store card. She said she is never shopping here again. But that the store by her house will give her the discount because they know her. (This is probably not true).

Those middle-school bitches who are so rude to me got kicked out of the store today. By our new EXA. I told him I had been trying to do that for years. Yes sir!

It would be awful not to be able to trust your own mind. Or would it be worse to think you could and have people contradict you? 

Friday and Today

Friday:
Thank goodness I wore waterproof mascara.

Today:
I unwrapped and read a lot of Christmas cards. I felt very sentimental. I think I'm ready for the darkness and the snow.