Happy Black Friday

Yesterday (Black Friday) I was sick, we were short, and I dropped a gallon of Arizona Tea off the counter, which then exploded. Not such a great day.

Jack Sprat and his fat wife came to the counter while my co-worker was leaving and I was coming in. She (the woman) had something hidden under her arm, and she waited til my co-worker left. For a second I thought it was a gun. Turned out to be a vibrator (disguised as a 'personal massager').

Pretty sure I'm going to call in sick today because I feel icky, and I have sick days, and my workplace is germy.

Happy Thanksgiving

I saved 84%, so it is a good Thanksgiving.

But after midnight, our soundtrack started playing Christmas songs, which seemed a little forward.

There is a women with a mental disorder who comes around. She calls periodically, and when she does, she directs one question towards me. Then she starts on an ongoing conversation with the folks that only she can see. And hear.

I was walking around the aisles, putting up our tags for our 4-day sale and as I was walking down aisle 7, I started blinking a lot, to clear my contact. And I collided with a guy who grabbed my shoulders, instead of letting us chest-bump. It totally scared the hell out of both of us.

I have to clean the bathrooms in the evening, but when I walked into the men's room tonight, I smelled pot! Two guys had just left, and there was weed in the toilet. Apparently, they had just shared a blunt. Seems a little ridiculous that they have no where else to go but the bathroom. Or maybe they were fiending so bad they couldn't wait.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Leggings Are Not Pants

I will say it again...leggings are not pants. I don't care how great your ass looks, I need for you to wear real pants. Or wear leggings appropriately.

My co-worker makes me mad. I feel like if you work, then work. Don't half-ass it and leave a bunch of shit for everyone else to clean up. If you are too tired, then don't work two jobs. Don't leave stuff around the floor. Answer the pages. Why bother even coming in if you're going to be an hour late and leave a half hour early? And what is up with not helping any of your co-workers? Goddamn, she makes me mad.

The door won't lock. It fell off the track and we couldn't get it back on, or lock efficiently. I left ten minutes late, but I refused to wait around to figure that out. Especially since my manager didn't want to call anyone from the rotary (is that the right word?)

That's A Lot Of Money

People spend a lot of money at my store!

A women in a local pizza place uniform came in late at night, and spent almost $80. She was alarmed about the amount. But she bought a bunch of single-serve bags of chips, a bunch of stuff not sale...it seemed like she got a big tip at work and then went crazy at my store.

I wouldn't have been at the register if the other girl hadn't gotten sick. So we were short tonight.

Some folks who looked like they might still be in high school spent $50 on candy, pop, and Arizona tea. They looked like hot messes, and they were alarmed at the amount.

Our store has a card, and having that card is the only way to get the sale price. And yet some people still don't want the card. I just do not understand how people can spend so much, and buy stuff not on sale...

Meanwhile, I saved 68% on my transaction.

A Lengthy Transaction

I was rung up and voided three times. The first time, my Similac check didn't go through, because my coworker couldn't figure out which numbers to punch it in. Then my manager came over, and said that the check has to be entered in before the coupons. Which isn't true. So when he voided out my transaction, rung me up again, and tried to enter the check in first, he realized, as I stated, he was wrong. Then he rung me up again. And he misheard me when I said how many Hershey Kisses I had, so my coupon didn't go through. I made him put it through, because I knew it was valid. When I looked at my receipt, I realized he didn't charge me for one of my Kisses and he put through a coupon that wasn't actually valid. So we had to post-void it, and then re-ring it. Finally. I saved 38%

While in the aisles unloading totes, my manager came up to me and told me to switch with the guy at One because he is better at unloading totes. Which is true. But as I was about to agree, my manager also said he wanted me to switch because men are better at unloading that women. I found it odd and offensive that he would even bring up gender. I told him I thought he might be going to Hell.

While at the Register, I got a few questions and comments about my lip ring. One guy, with very obvious dentures, made a comment questioning how and why I would do that to my face, and I think I might have been so friendly, I threw him off. He seemed to regret his tone, and he tried to make nice. Then he told me he really liked my eyes, 'they are kinda scary!' and he seemed to regret that too. He let me know that he was really tired; he had just finished a 13 hour shift. He had to come back in because he forgot something.

We got out kind of late because my manager was dazed and confused. 

Bales of Cocaine

Twice today, a group of teenagers came in and left us with a cloud of weed smell. I think the pot that people smoke today is stronger than what I knew when I was a teen.

I rushed over to the Hallmark aisle to blow up the balloons. I was pleased I had the time to do that. But then I had too much time, because after the balloons, there wasn't another project for me. So I puttered around the photo department.

I need new pants for work. I can't go on like this.

There Is A Coupon In Your Shoe

Somehow, I got roped into taking a passport picture instead of doing my ad tags or puttering. I was dealing with a serious Type A lady. She was really nice, the nicest A-type I've ever encountered, but she was very exact and obviously needed perfection. I took her picture eight times. She had to look at each one, and analyze her hair, and make sure everything was right. She finally settled on one. She asked if we had special lighting or a different area to take the picture. We do not. I noticed that she was wearing a blue and white vertically-striped button-up, a pair of light jeans and loafers. While I was ringing her up, she showed me her driver's license to show me how good that photo was. It was quite good; she looked awesome.

When I got to work, it was noon. And it was about 60 degrees, even though it is November. The sky was cloudy, tumultuous; there were tornado watches and flood warnings. The rain came down hard, then lessened, then came down hard again. There was a brief moment of sun. And then, before I knew it, the sun had set, and the temperature had dropped.
I told my husband to call work if the tornado watch turned to a warning, because I wasn't going to die at work, or be without my family during a crisis such as that. I thought of the end of the world, but also of the movie The Mist.