Retro Hair

Everyone knows I dye my hair. So the S.B.A mentioned that my hair is always kind of blotchy...but
"its' so retro and cute, and it works on you."
Good save.
I just like to switch hair colors a lot, and I don't mind that people know that I dye my hair. Some people (not many) think it's natural. She was talking about how she wanted her hair to be black/burgundy, and she was asking about how she should do it.
She also commented/complimented me on my eyeshadow. Which I appreciated.

I was mid-shift today, so I worked noon to eight-thirty. The woman who was supposed to be at Register One called off because she was supposedly sick. And the woman who was supposed to be in Cosmetics works at a bank now and she didn't bother finding anyone to cover her shift before she left. So for a little while it was just me and the manager. But the guy in Photo showed up almost an hour late. So it will be just him and the manager closing. I was expecting some sort of guilt trip and luckily did not receive one.

Ungrateful People

We were so freakin' busy today! I rung up people non-stop from 4:30 pm until 9:30 pm. That was the latest I have taken my lunch in years.

This family of three came to my register. The dad was really tan with a big tattoo on his forearm. They were buying a swim noodle for the boy. Instead of saying 'thanks', the boy wanted to know why they got that ugly color. And then he bonked his mom on the head with it. All she did about that was tell him not to do that anymore. He was so talkative and disrespectful. I hope my kid doesn't act like that when I buy him stuff.

Voyerism in the Camera Department

One of the reasons I like being in the Camera Department is because I like looking at other people's photos. I scanned in a few pictures for an older gentleman, and he told me the guy in the picture was him in 1975. And he told me the woman in the picture was his wife, so I told him she was beautiful and I liked her sweater. There was another older picture of someone that I scanned for him, but he didn't tell me who it was.
A few of the images we processed were of flooding in people's homes.


I have also been picking up notes people drop on the floor. Post-its, shopping lists, and the like. They are like a small window into people's lives.

My wisdom teeth are coming in, I think. The pain is making me cranky.

Free And Funny

I was doing my overstock and facing and I decided to purchase the 8 pack of Bounty paper towels on sale for $9.99. I had a coupon. I also had a cart full of overstock. So when I got to the register I told the cashier I just wanted the towels. And crayons. I was getting ready to swipe my card and she said,
"Will you be making a separate purchase?"
"What?"
"Oh! Umm, nothing."
And then we both laughed hysterically.
I guess you had to be there.

I got a free 2-liter of A&W 10 Root Beer. It was on sale and I had a coupon. All I had to do was pay tax!

Inventory

Because of Inventory happening tomorrow, we had to stay late. I hope it was worth it.

Around 6-ish, I noticed that it had gotten way darker than it should have. There was a pretty intense storm! And it ended as abruptly as it came.

I was in Photo tonight, and I had the pleasure of helping out a couple of old folks. She had printed out a few pictures from the past. The husband usually sat in the car and honked the horn while she shopped. But he came in and asked if I thought he was good-looking as a young man. He was! There was a super-cute photo of two fat babies wearing a weird knit outfit, with a big bow-string around their necks. It was him and his twin. And there was another picture of him and his twin at their Bat Mizfah. (No, I am not Jewish, and no, I don't know how to spell).

Waste Of Time

I wasted a few hours pulling shorts unnecessarily. I spent all this time in the stockroom, putting stuff in totes, and bringing it downstairs. Only to find out that most of the stuff I pulled was actually overstock. That never would have happened if we had better communication.

I was really sad right before I left for work. I wanted to stay at home with my boy. He was looking especially cute and the sky was looking especially cloudy and I just wanted to hang out in my bed and/or putter around my house.

Nine Hours

Work today was long. Really long.

When I was going out to my car to get my newspaper, a regular stopped my in the parking lot and gave me a few baby books. One is about a kangaroo who may or may not be missing her pocket. Another was the Dr. Spock book, which I am totally excited about. There were some other ones that looked cool.

The night shift was short. The woman who was supposed to be in Cosmetics called off.

We were really busy today.