Baby!

I was busy closing and doing my thing, when two women with teeny-tiny new babies (with their weird-lookin' faces and odd-shaped heads) came in wanting a passport. I spent about an hour and a half with them. I was trying to get these babies faces, with their eyes open and both their ears showing. It was awful. The mothers weren't getting my hints about me needing to finish closing, or me having a lot of anxiety about taking their crazy pictures. The camera's batteries went out, and they still wanted me to keep going. I finally told them I couldn't do it anymore. They looked at me like I was crazy. They totally threw me off. I struggled to get all my shit done.

One of my co-workers turned out to be good to work with.

Day Three

We had no Cosmetics again today. Which was fine, because we managed to get out early.

My toes kept getting tingly and weird and painful. So yes, I need to make an appointment with the podiatrist.

No Cosmetics, Again

This woman had me print out one 4x6. I couldn't tell if she was trying to be difficult, or if she just couldn't print her own stuff. She had me print out homemade passport prints. (We offer that service for considerably more than 33 cents.) They looked like they might pass, but possibly not. Being the frugal mom I am, I suppose I should appreciate her effort.

One of my regulars came in, drunk. He told my manager that there were two kids outside soliciting for a non-school. My manager did nothing, so I went outside and told them they couldn't be on our property doing that. Then my regular started talking about how bad-ass I am, and how he doesn't like people fucking around in his neighborhood. He showed me his lighter, which was also a mini-knife. I was a little concerned about him busting that out at my register. And he also said that him and his business partner said that I look like Danielle from that t.v show, American Pickers. Right on.

My manager brought in some Polish candy, which I can get down with.

I spilled some laundry detergent in Aisle 7.

While I was facing Aisle 8, I noticed some bizarre packaging on a product called Zanfel. There were three faces, a before, middle, and after-product-use face. The first one was of the model weirdly puffy, in the middle one he was slightly less puffy. And the last one he looked relatively normal. The cream was for an outbreak of a rash from poison ivy, oak and sumac.

I saved 55% off my purchase of M&Ms and Oxyclean Stainfighters.

B.F.A

I was color-correcting a passport photo, and my customer asked if I had a photo background and/or schooling. Yes, I do! Thank you for noticing! He suggested I get a studio and do weddings and baptisms, like his friend. I probably wouldn't get my health insurance.

An old co-worker stopped by! Unfortuantly, when he did, I was trying to work on something for my present co-worker, who was off the clock, I had a passport to do, and there was a woman who was needing help upload her photos from her phone. So we really didn't chat.

For some reason, my manager didn't schedule someone in Cosmetics, so we were one short today. We got out only seven minutes late. The same situation is happening tomorrow, and I'm dreading it. We're "trimming the fat", I guess.

I got a few comments about my bandanna, which I wear frequently. But people acted as if it was totally something new.

I got my flu shot today. And the band-aid I got was super-cute. And my arm hurt for a few hours.

The Following

I really like the following of crazies I seem to have. There is a couple who comes to the photo kiosk to print their anniversary pictures, there is the pale guy who drinks a lot and has crazy conversations with me, and there are the various weirdos.

Parent's Night

Yes, that was me who "reorganized" the cases of Arizona Tea. And it was also me who popped a can of Mucho Mango. So yes, I am responsible for the stickiness that has occurred.

While I was sweeping, I found a crunched up piece of paper. It was blue, with child's writing, imploring the reader to come to Parent's Night. It made me kind of sad, the way I found it.

We were so busy at the end of the night. And because of a register melt-down, we didn't close until 12:10. And I may or may not have forgotten to close the door.

I have a lot of resentment built up because my manager does not seem to realize how much work I actually put in. He also leaves little messes all around the store that I clean up for him.

I feel that if a person has a part-time job, she should work at said job. She should be able to do what is required of her, because she is at work. It does not make sense to come late and leave early and ignore your co-workers pleas for help. But evidently, some people are allowed to do whatever the fuck they want.

Sundown comes at 7:30ish. Pretty disappointing.

Freaky Eyes

My eye doctor appointment went much later than I thought it would, so I went to work with my eyes super-dialated. It was hard to read the WIC numbers, and look at people's change. One of my co-workers said my eyes were really freaky, and to not look at her. And I rung up these two Koreans, one of whom asked me if we took Korean money.
"Not today", I said.  "Although I my eyes are still so dilated I might not know the difference."
He asked me if I should be wearing sunglasses, and I said that it seems to be getting better. He disagreed.

Our manager yelled at me and one of my fave co-workers! We apparently were talking too much.

I couldn't get into my employee info part of our website. This is turning into a great source of frustration for me. I need to know what is going on with my health insurance, profit sharing and 401(k). How am I supposed to manage my freaking money if I can't even navigate the website?!