Sweet N' Salty Chex Mix

I purchased the titiled Chex Mix because it made an apperence to me in a dream. You know what else came to me in a dream? My whole fucking job. I dream about my idiot co-workers, ringing people and being in the store during the apoclolypse. It is even more disturbing than the really violent dreams I used to have.

The Chex Mix is on sale right now, for 99 cents a bag. I got a coupon from bettycrocker.com for 60 cents off two. The Purex is on sale too, for $2.99. And I had a Sunday paper coupon for $1-off-one. So I paid $2-something for two bags of snacks and a bottle of detergent.

We try to get out early and I feel like I was dragging behind because I chat too much, but also because I pulled a muscle in my leg.

Ridiculous.

I'm Just Saying

I heard that when the morning crew walked into the store, they were astounded at how bad it looked. And I told the manager on duty that I didn't think I did that bad of a job, but I was willing to take responsibility for what I didn't (or maybe did) do. I also admitted to having a hard time taking another employee seriously. And I defended one of my favorite employees because I think she was a little bullied and high-strung. I also think I over-shared and talked too much.

I stayed an extra hour and seven minutes because the night crew was short. So I worked from noon to nine-thirty seven. So because I stayed extra tonight, I don't feel a whole lot of obligation to cover the shift on the fourth like they want me to.

Disgruntled Employees

With that girl quitting, there is a scramble to cover her shifts. I refuse to be guilted into taking shifts I don't really want. I worked two nights this week without enough people.

Another employee came in and told me we have online coupons that one can attach to one's rewards card! How exciting! The register acknowledged that the member had a digital coupon, then the cashier will say 'yes' to using that coupon. I'm super excited about loading these coupons onto my card.

My transaction went from $48 to $11, which is a savings of 77%. I had to have the cashier change the prices on some stuff because the clearance prices weren't coming up. I pulled my coupons out of my new to-go coupon holder!

Some guy with a really heavy Indian accent called to ask if his Link card would cover a Glucerna purchase. I told him I didn't know. He said he wanted me to find out, and he got very upset when I told him there was no way I could check. He wanted to send someone to pick up his Glucerna, but he wouldn't do that unless someone would tell him if he could purchase it with his Link. Which we couldn't do. I had to transfer him to the manager.

Both the manager and the woman at the front Register got really high strung. They seemed worried about stuff that doesn't really matter. What does matter is me getting a sneak peak at next week and the week after's ad.

The Crazies

I seem to get the crazies at the register.
I noticed this guy's tattoo on his wedding ring finger. Apparently it was his ex-wife's initials. He came to the register with Visine Red Eye relief for "his idiot brother". And when I said he could just get a full hand piece to cover up her initials, he said he would rather take a pair of toenail clippers and clip that chunk of flesh out. Right on.

We were short again today because the girl who was scheduled quit yesterday. And my manager hasn't called anyone. Although the guy who worked mid stayed late.

I stayed up way to late.

Overheard In 1992

My internet wasn't working last night, despite the massive amount I pay. So this is what happened yesterday:

I was in the aisle, ear-hustling a woman's cell conversation. She was telling the woman on the other end that,
"he wanted to get one of them young things, but he's afraid he might have a heart attack"..."uh-uh"...."he probably would, he's old now"...
Later I saw her in Aisle 8, and I overheard her telling the person on the other end that "you can only take so much".
So true.

A woman in her late teens or early 20's came in, looking like a New Kid on the Block. She asked for a cord to attach, possibly, a MP3 player to the steareo. I told her that I wasn't sure what she was looking for because I'm living in 1992. I told her that I don't do all the new devices; I have a fucking flip-phone.  We laughed and joked for a while about our lack of interest and understanding of the new techno stuff. I told her she needed a friend to come in a find her what she needs. Her friend, she said, is like us; she doesn't know anything either. I was able to help them locate some facial hair bleach.

We were short because the girl on the schedule quit. Tomorrow, I will let the woman in Cos know that I want the 8:30 lunch. Maybe we'll compromise and I'll take lunch at 8:15.

Cranky

I was tired and cranky for most of the day. I felt fatigued, despite the oversized travel mug of coffee I had.

My co-worker took at 45 minute lunch, which irritated the hell out of me and the woman in Cosmetics. When she finally walked in she was walking super-slow, like she always does. I told her that coming in that late wasn't cool, that she needs to speed it the hell up, and that we are going to have to make sure that she gets her lunch last so she won't fuck over the rest of us. She just sort of nodded and continued to walk slow. Thats' cool douche, I'll remember that.

You Know B.J?

When I asked a woman if she needed any help finding anything, she asked me if I knew B.J. I said
"No. I do not know B.J."
"Oh, well, he comes in very often. I was thinking you would know what kind of chips he likes. He comes in all the time."
"I do not know B.J. I also do not know what kind of chips he likes."
The woman then used her cell phone to call B.J to ask him what kind of chips he wanted. Because that is much more effective than asking the Photo Specialist. Just saying.

A woman came to the register while I was giving the girl at One her break. She was buying allergy medication and a single-serve juice. Then her sons came to the register. They looked to be in high school. The older boy asked to get Snickers, which were on sale. She said,
"No. Because it's one thing, then another, then another. I can't keep doing this."
"You can't afford 59 cents to get me a peanut butter Snickers?"
"I can. But...oh. Alright."
The other boy wanted Bianca breath spray and when she asked how much it was, they said with some annoyance.
"Its' like, 4 bucks."
"4 bucks!"
"Mom, please."
"Its' just that if I say yes now, then I say yes later then everything adds up..."
She was obviously having trouble saying 'no' to her boys, and they weren't even grateful! I really hope my kid isn't like that. I plan on schooling my son in the use of coupons and how money actually works. I thought about saying something to those little shitheads...but luckily I decided against it.

I worked a nine hour shift today. And it wasn't that bad. But my eye still hurts.