What I Hate Is...

I don't really hate my job, although I can understand why you think I do. I hate a lot of other things though...
I Hate:
1) When the same people ask me the same goddamn questions over and over:
"I didn't know you were pregnant! When are you due?"
Funny, you asked me that last week. And the week before.
"Are you going to leave work soon?"
Whenever the fuck I can.
2) Being reminded that I am fighting with the leave people.
3) When my managers say stupid and inappropriate things.
4) Being tired almost all day.
5) Having my hips, thighs, and the bottoms of my feet hurt unbelievably, and for most of the day.
6) Having someone comment on me sitting.
7) Having people think I should be in quarantine now.
8) Buying then eating the junk food we sell.
9) Being scheduled five days in a row.
10) Being late. But also clocking out late.
11) The smell of the break room.
12) The idiocy of some of my co-workers.
13) Most, if not all, the comments from customers.
14) Leaving my coupons at home.
15) Paging my coworkers or managers and not getting a response.
16) That woman with the weird smiling tic who complained about my Hallmark aisle.
17) That big, disrespectful girl who always has something to say, but shouldn't be coming in in the first place.
18) Touchers.
19) Customers who need a lot of help. Like, a lot.

Maybe I do hate my job! J/k, I just like list-making. I get frustrated at work, and I try not to think about injustices and stupid decisions too frequently. But I am glad I am employed and I am glad my job is at a place that will possibly allow me to climb. So there.  

Hallmark Coupons

I have only seen one Hallmark coupon in my entire life, and it was a peelie from a Crush bottle during Valentine's Day. Speaking of Hallmark, that was where I spent my entire day. Which I was stoked about because it was unexpected. I rushed up to the register and found my coworker standing there. Oh...then I rushed into the office to double-check the schedule. Btw, my "rushing" is really more of a quick waddle with a lot of arm-swinging that makes me feel like I'm mall-walking. I got to pull down Christmas, consolidate New Year's, rebuild Valentine's and fill in Everyday. But no, we don't have a Birthday card for your cousin. Should you just buy a non-cousin-specified card? Yes. You should.

I purchased a "money maker" item today, wherein I got a coupon that was worth more than what I paid for the item and my coworker asked how I knew that was going to happen.
"Because I fucking love coupons and because I was up at 6 am today looking at our sales paper online."
As much as I love coupons, I only love them when used appropriately. You have to read the coupon...I am one of those bitch cashiers that reads the coupon and scans the screen to make sure they match up. I will turn you down if you can't read the damn coupon. Nicely, though.

I work tomorrow and I am already thanking baby Jesus that our store does not sell booze. Even though I only work till 5pm...some people in our neighborhood get to partying early.

THURSDAY!!!:
I remembered last night around midnight that I forgot to post after my shift on Thursday. Probably because around 10am I told my managers I was sick. Which was true. I had thrown up that morning, dry heaved on my break, and was pretty sure I was having contractions. Plus, I was an emotional wreck, for some reason. I called my husband from the bathroom, crying, and he encouraged me to come home. And thanks to the quick action of my managers, I was back in bed by 11:41 am.

50% Off

"I thought the fragrances were fifty percent off."
"They are."
"They are usually marked down."
"Yes, this time they are too."
"So they are fifty percent off?"
"Sir, listen. Yes. The fragrances are marked down."
"Oh, they are? Can you hold this up here while I keep shopping?"
"Sure."
That was a big portion of my day. The gift sets are narked down, and people were taking advantage of that. And yes, I did grab a few for myself.

I was exhausted when I came in. Because I go to bed too late, and I don't sleep all the way through the night. And I had this terrible feeling that my coworkers don't like me anymore. Or that I wasn't part of the group. The feeling waned later in the day,  but it was still unnerving.

Merry Christmas (Eve)

We were super-busy today. Like, all I did was put up a few cards and ring people up.

This woman was mean to me, in a confusing sort of way. She was rude about the price of candy, didn't want to get a rewards card (but I made her), talked about wasting time on Christmas...whatever. Karma will get her.

Most people were decent today, though. Even when our gift cards wouldn't go through.

Our boss brought in lunch for us.

I was super-happy to get the hell out of there.

Another New Guy

I took it easy today because there was a new guy. My manager is mean and said he didn't trust me to train him, so he did it himself. And poorly. And my manager also pointed out some of my grey hairs, and he pushed me, said I don't work hard, and said I can't count. Being a douche is not a good way to motivate me. I guess I won't be talking to him much anymore.

A friend of mine stopped by and we laughed and joked and made plans for later. I missed her and I'm super-glad she has re-entered my life.

Are You Pregnant Too?

A couple of folks came to my register trying to play games and joke around. I was sleep-deprived and hating my job, so I really wasn't that friendly. She picked up on that but he didn't. She did, however, ask my co-worker if she was pregnant too. She isn't. It took a lot of restraint for me to not bust out laughing.

I did not get enough sleep last night and I determined to get enough tonight. Too bad I'm not tired yet. I hate being tired at work.

Wacked Out Willy

Whacked Out Willy is obviously not the man's real name, but it'll do. There is this guy who comes in who appears to be off his medication again. He stands around my register and kind of chuckles to himself. I have avoided eye contact with this man for a while now, on account of I think he thinks I'm flirting with him if I look at him directly. He came in several times today, hung out in the pharmacy and around my register. Each time he came by I was supposed to call my store manager. Which is fine with me, because he creeps me the fuck out. I'm just not sure how aware he is of everything. What I do know is that he may or may not have come in with a writer from The Onion, and he for sure said they should use the duct tape he was buying to wrap someone up before killing them. I mentioned that to my store manager who said I should have said something earlier because he wants to call the cops on him. Because my manager just read something else in the news about some psychopath going off his meds and killing. This is the kind of situation that should allow me to go on my leave earlier.

I saw a guy I knew in high school and said hey to him. It was sufficiently awkward.