Ugggh. Friday, Sep 11 2009

People are really getting on my nerves today. I’m really crampy right now as well. Maybe that has something to do with it. Who knows? I just hate people who have to butt in on other people’s conversations or business. Seriously, stay the fuck out of it. It’s so annoying. It’s like how you would post a LiveJournal entry, then have someone make a comment, then someone makes a comment to them, then that other person comes back, and so on… It’s just like “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I hate people.

To try to make my day better, my boyfriend and I went to the Halloween store that just opened up. But it was a major disappointment for me. They had tons and tons of costumes (mostly those slutty “Leg Avenue” ones) and very little props/decorations. And the ones they did have pretty much sucked or was just way too expen$ive. I did get a “Creepy Greeters” vampire prop though. Now that I have it home and it’s hanging on my door, it’s not that great looking. But whatever. I’m happy I bought it. It’ll add a nice little touch to our vampire theme, I guess.

Also, I’d like to add that the worst customer service was experienced at the Halloween store. There was NO ONE at the cash registers up front when I was ready to check out. WTF? I should have just walked out the door with my item, but I’m too much of a good person for such trivial non-sense. I had to go find an employee and tell them I wanted to check out. And the girl (who was dressed in one of those annoying slutty lame “Leg Avenue” costumes by the way) acted like it absolutely killed her to walk up front to cash me out. Well, I’m sorry you have to work here. It must suck so much to work at a Halloween store. Next time I’m in there, I’ll just walk out with the merchandise in my hand and take some of those groovy over-priced life-size witch and Dracula props as well.

We went to Target where they STILL do not have their Halloween stuff out. I used to work at Target, so I know they are supposed to set that shit early. But oh well. Life just sucks so much ass because Target doesn’t have their Halloween stuff up yet. I did buy some movies though. Then my boyfriend went to the game store and I walked over to Star Fucks and got an iced coffee, which I am never getting again. Since I’m trying to lose weight, I wanted to be “good”, so I just got skim milk put in it; no sugar. It pretty much…. wasn’t the greatest thing ever. But it wasn’t the worst. So whatever.

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Tuesday, Sep 8 2009

It seems all I talk about in here is work. That’s mainly because so many people I work with are on my MySpace and stuff. But it’s not like I’m talking about them or anything. I just bitch about customers.

Today I had to close returns. I really don’t like returns. It’s okay sometimes, but a lot of the time, crazy stuff will happen. Today we were very very very busy! It’s like no one had anything better to do on Labor Day than shop and return stupid pointless shit. But all the people were nice. I had no rude customers or anything; just a lot of frustrating things happened. Like, at 9:30 (we closed at 10.) this lady came in to use her 10% off coupon she didn’t use when she payed for her stuff. So, I had to return all her items. It went back on her American Express card. Then I had to do a separate transaction to re-buy the stuff, but use the 10% coupon. It denied her American Express card. Luckily, we got it straightened out. We had to call the credit service line. My head cashier was talking about how that lady may have had a limit or something. I don’t know. I began to develop a strong headache in the  midst of all this, almost feeling as though it was my fault since I returned the items for her. But really, it wasn’t. How the hell was I supposed to know about her damn limit? Also, someone else said since it was a holiday, the return may take a while. I thought it would be instant and didn’t think about it being a holiday or anything. But it really wasn’t my fault. I’m just glad it got straightened out. Otherwise, she would have had to use another card and probably be pissed as hell.

We have squirrels and birds inside our store. Today two of the squirrels were fighting on top of the pipes up near the ceiling. Then, one of them fell! Everyone was watching and some guys went over to chase it. It was okay though. It hopped away, throughout the store, hopping the way squirrels hop. I’m glad it was okay. One of my favorite things about my job is squirrel-watching

I have nothing else to say other than that I’m trying to lose weight right now. I hope to lose a good bit by October. We’ll see how it goes. I’m walking a mile (sometimes two) everyday and eating less, so that is good. Also, I have not had that many sweets at all. But I did cave in and have M&M’s one day at work.

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‘Scuse me while I kiss the sky… Thursday, Aug 27 2009

Today at work was sort of annoying. It’s passed though, so I don’t feel like going into the nitty gritty details. I was just annoyed by the two head cashiers that were working this morning.

Also, something that has sort of annoyed me for the past couple of years is that I’m a naturally happy person. I laugh a lot and smile a lot. I’m very friendly for the most part (unless you just piss me off). In fact, my emails and online social tweets are flooded with “haha”‘s. Is that so bad? I can’t help but feel that a lot of people (and this is all from experience with work, school, etc…) feel that people who laugh a lot are naive and stupid. Often, laughs are associated with nervousness. I don’t do nervous laughs. I do open silly REAL laughs. But still, I can’t help but think that people (teachers, co-workers, customers, etc..) mistake this as a nervous laugh and think “Wow, this girl has no idea what she is doing…” There are certain people who are just too serious for me. They NEVER laugh. In fact, I wonder why they are still alive since they seem to hate life so much. I’m not saying that to, ya know, be mean or anything… It’s just that they are fucking miserable, man. They seem to hate their job, hate their position, hate having to help people out, and just generally hate life itself and everything in it. You cannot joke with these people or smile at them. They will just look at you like you are a fucking moron and refuse to even half smile. I don’t get it. And maybe they don’t understand why I’m so fucking happy all the time. “Wow, look at that dumb girl smiling… what the fuck is her problem???”

There’s another girl I work with who has this same attitude as me. She laughs a lot. We get along really well, naturally. I like her a lot. And I see her, how she is, laughing. Like she might mess something up on the cash register and be like “Oh! hahahaha! Sorry!” and laugh about it. Is the customer thinking she’s stupid and dumb? Like, she’s doing nervous laughs? I do the same thing. Is it better to laugh about it or just make a sour expression and do it being all silent?

You know, sometimes I’ll try to be more serious with things. But that just annoys me. I know what I’m doing, regardless. I just have to pick a certain attitude with it. I’ve also found out that if a customer asks you a question and you know the answer 100% (and more than likely it’s not really the answer they want to hear), if you say it all serious and matter-of-factly because you KNOW the answer, they’ll get pissed off and demand to speak to someone higher than you. But if you’re sort of flighty and say “Hmm… I’m not sure….”, they’re nicer. It’s all about tone of voice sometimes.

But another thing I’ve discovered is that customers sometimes want you to have a bad day. Or at least that is the impression I get. I remember when I worked at the department store and it was Black Friday; I was basically in a cheerful mood, all smiley behind the desk. One man said to me “You’re too happy for it to be Black Friday.” Oh, sorry… I didn’t know that would be a problem? Also, I’ve had people come up to check out with me at the cash register and say “You seem to be in a good mood.” Is that okay? Am I allowed to be in a good mood while at work??? Is that seriously fucking OKAY with you??? Would you rather I be all bitchy and rude? Also, another observation about this on how I believe some customers want cashiers and sales associates to have bad days…. It was a Saturday. I had trouble ringing some old guy up because something didn’t have the bar code or something. It took a while for us to wait on that, but when it was done he said “You’re gonna have a good day today…” to which I replied “I hope so!” I mean, wtf? It’s as if he was just wishing misery on me. Why do customers do that? Yes, retail and customer service can suck, but geez… it’s a job! It pays the bills. I’m happy to have a fucking job in this ever so sucking economy. I am blessed with a pretty easy job, the pay is good for me and my needs, I have a roof over my head and a family that loves me and supports me in my decisions in life. What else do I need? I’m sort of tired of these customers who wish evilness on cashiers. But also, customers can have really bad days. I mean, I cashier at a hardware store, so we get a lot of plumbers and contractors and shit… They smell foul and are all dirty. Obviously they have been working hard. Sometimes they screw up and I’ll ask them how they are and they’ll just say something like “I’ll be better when I get this job done!” or “Horrible!” (Yes, I’ve had some people say that. haha.) Today I asked a man how he was and he just said “I’m alive.” I told him “Well, that is good! Life is beautiful! Enjoy it!”. He just smiled. ha. But I wasn’t being a smart ass. (Even though he probably thought I was…) I’m fucking serious. Life is beautiful! Enjoy it! And don’t forget to fucking SMILE!!! And not look like you’re hating life and all pouty and serious all the time.

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The Chunky Monkey incident. Monday, Aug 10 2009

So yesterday I did something really dumb. I ate a whole entire pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream. It just sort of happened. I mean, I didn’t intend to eat the whole pint. I just had this intense craving for ice cream; specifically Chunky Monkey. It was so delicious and marvelous, and before I knew it, it was completely gone. I’m still feeling the wrath of it. To make matters worse, I ended up eating two slices of pizza in the afternoon. I just have been feeling incredibly sloppy since then. I didn’t have much today, but came home from work and was hungry, so made a sandwich. Then I fell asleep and woke up and since then, I’ve felt incredibly icky. Ugh.

I’m really disappointed in myself for this whole Chunky Monkey incident. I’ve been wanting to lose weight. I need to lose probably 50 pounds! But all this junk food I’ve been having lately isn’t helping. A part of me doesn’t really even care anymore. I’m pretty much happy with myself. It’s just when I go to try on old t-shirts and stuff that I get upset. I need to start exercising again, but am too lazy.

Today is Apache’s birthday. He is one year old now. We got him a bone and toys. He’s overjoyed, but too bad he has no idea what a birthday is.

I snapped this picture today and I love it. It’s his typical expression; What the hell are you doing? and Why aren’t your throwing the ball I just pushed at your feet with my nose? Poor Apache… he has a long hair on his nose!

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Memory runs the course of time… Saturday, Aug 8 2009

I decided to come write a blog because I’m feeling sort of depressed. Not really depressed. I’m just buried in my thoughts right now. Plus, it’s 10 PM. Why is it always late at night when people get depressed/thoughtful? Where is my life going? My birthday is next week. I will be fucking 28. Twenty eight years old, man. I can’t even drive. I don’t have my driver’s license. I’m not married. I don’t have any kids. I do, however, have a job. I’m a fucking cashier at a hardware store. I could only afford to go to a technical college. But I mean, at least I did go to college, right? And I might go back this fall (to the same tech college) because the degree I got… I can’t do anything with! And I thought it was a good degree. I mean, I know how to do basic computer programming, I know how to build basic websites, but I also learned PHP, Javascript… I was all into that stuff. But now I just don’t care. I don’t even want a job doing that. I just want to be a fucking secretary. Is that fucking stupid? Once, when I worked back at the department store, I told a lady I work with that I wanted to be a secretary. She said “Oh, never say you want to be a secretary… that will get you no where!” But it’s what I want to do. My dream is to be like Pam from “The Office”. I wouldn’t mind sitting behind a desk all day, taking orders from some guy to type all this stuff and fax and all this stuff. It would just suit me fine. But whatever. For some reason, I guess that job is sort of looked down upon because it’s not like you’re a freaking rocket scientist or some shit. Most people aspire to be president of the United States, a chemist, or a rock star. I aspire to be a fucking secretary.

I’ve had this insane craving for ice cream, but couldn’t buy any today at the grocery store. It was “Buy one, get one free” too, man… But alas, I had to help out with some bills and could only afford stuff to get me through the week. Stuff I “need”– not crave. But right now, I’m eating some ice cream that was left over in the fridge. So I mean, at least I have something.

Also, right now, I am listening to “Violet” from The Birthday Massacre on repeat. I always thought this song was so poppy and annoying. And well, it sort of is…. but if you actually listen to the lyrics, it’s depressing as hell. Especially the chorus…

And so the broken record plays
as you throw us away…..
We’re never enough.
We’re drowning in cliches….
So desperate to love.
We’re twisting every word they say
so we sleep through the days.

I never knew what Chibi was singing when she said “And so the broken record plays as you throw us away…” and so one day, I had to look at the lyrics and was just like “Wow, that’s totally depressing and sad.”

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Greetings! Saturday, Aug 1 2009

Okay, so I have decided to go a bit public with a blog on the net now. I was originally going to have this be my “review blog”, but I dunno… I use the name “glowkitten” all the time, so whatever. I’ll come up with another name for my review blog, I guess… I just don’t know what!

I like the fact I can talk openly about my work place here. This will be a personal blog.. but nothing too personal. I won’t talk about fights with friends or money woes and what-not. It’s mainly just a “life blog” of observations I have throughout the days. For instance, there is this old guy who is always coming into my work-place. I work at a hardware store. It’s much more laid back and less stressful than my old job, which was at a department store. At the department store, 99.9% of the customers were women. Now, 99.9% of the customers I deal with are men. I’ll say this and I don’t care… women are generally bitchy and more rude than men are when it comes to dealing with the general public and shopping. Men just really don’t care. They’re just ready to get their shit and leave the store. Women, on the other hand, will watch every single fucking thing you do– making sure it’s done right and done their way. Otherwise, they will object. Especially old women. And like, middle aged women. They are the fucking worst. I usually judge people right when they approach me to get checked out. I can tell if they are having a good or bad day. I can read people real well. I guess it could be a gift?

Even though I don’t miss my old job at all, sometimes I think I’d rather deal with the women other than these men I have to deal with everyday at the hardware store. I’m a cashier there. There are several things I’d like to say…

A) Yes, it is our job to be friendly and chatty and ask you how you are, etc… but we don’t want to hear your fucking life story.  More than likely, there is another customer in line behind you, so get over yourself and get the fuck out. Thank you and drive through…

B) “You overcharged me…” No, I did not. I just rung the damn item up for you. It’s not my problem it rung up another price than what you thought you saw or what it actually did say on the shelf.

C) Men that flirt… Okay, this is really annoying. And I mean, REALLY. I have a huge problem with men that flirt with me. I’ve had the same boyfriend for the past 5-7 years. I have no interest at all in anyone. No matter what they look like. People know this (that I have a boyfriend), yet they still continue to flirt with me. I think it’s disrespectful– not only to me but also to my boyfriend. I’m not up for grabs. I’m happily taken. So leave me the fuck alone.

What’s worse is that I’ll totally ignore them. I’ll be ringing them up and they’ll start flirting and I’m just like “Oh, okay… yeah… really…” ya know… totally NOT interested, buddy… get a fucking clue!

And what’s worse is this one old guy who comes into the store like every single day– sometimes twice. Today, for instance, he was in there three times. And everytime he comes in, he just has to come through my line. He’s flirty, old, ugly, and just plain weird. What’s worse is that sometimes his wife will be with him. And she like, fucking hates me now. Because she knows he’s flirting with me. She has to stand there and watch her idiot dumb ass husband flirt with a girl young enough to be his great great great great grand-daughter. It’s humiliating. I feel her humiliation. I see the expression on her face. And I know she sees the expression on mine… “Leave me the fuck alone, you old perv.” One day, he said to her “Mama, this is Rebecca… I like to pick on her all the time…” (Yeah, he actually called her “mama”.) She sort of sighed with this sour expression and said in this sour irritating voice “I know.” It just made me feel really uncomfortable. I mean, dude… I’m trying to make a little living here… I need this job for money. Why the fuck can’t I work in peace? Why do I have to constantly be harassed and hit on by unwanted, gross, filthy, low-life scum?

Today, right when I got to work, I saw him. I don’t even know his fucking name… Actually, I think it might be Donnie. Okay, we’ll just call him “Donnie” even if that isn’t his fucking name. I’m sure I’ll be bitching about him a lot in this blog, so from now on when you hear “Donnie”– it’ll be him… Anyway, I saw Donnie checking out right when I got to work. Thank goodness he did not see me. He came in there a second time during the day; this time through my line. I just looked up and BOOM– there he was. And what’s even more annoying is that when he’s in line behind someone in my line, he starts making really loud noises– like banging whatever he has in his hand to buy against the counter and shit. It’s so annoying. Today I guess he had his son with  him. He started his usual dumb talking to me.

Some of the things he has said to me: he’s told me I am so pretty, I have such a pretty name, I have such pretty hair, I should be Miss America and he’s going to send me a check in the mail for a million dollars.

Yeah, fucking weird.

Well, anyway, for some strange reason he told me happy birthday. And all I could say was “Uh… it’s not my birthday…” and he said “Well, you have a birthday, don’t you?” And I’m like “Yeah, but it’s not today…” Then he wants to know when it is. I wouldn’t tell him and he started guessing all the months. Actually, my birthday is August 14th. So he guessed August and I told him actually it was in August. (I should have lied.) Then he thought it was so great because his birthday is in August too and he asked me if I wanted to have a double birthday party with him. I said “No, thanks… I’ll have my own birthday party.” in this real shitty bitter bitchy tone. His son (I am guessing it was his son) looked at me real weird. Donnie just said “Okay, be that way then….” and that was that.

He came in there a third time later in the afternoon. But thankfully, I was stationed at self-checkout. He went through another lady’s line and I immediatly dunk behind the self-checkout machines to hide from him. Yes, I hide from him sometimes. It’s come to that. He just bugs me.

So that’s that. It seems I just cannot work in peace and be respected. Ya know, it’s kind of annoying that I’m constantly being harrassed and picked on by dirty old men. Why can’t they just leave me alone? Why can’t I just work, normally??? Why do I have to go to work everyday and deal with this bullshit?

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