I’m very much in favor of it. I say raise the gasoline prices to TWENTY dollars per US gallon and raise the price of goods by another 50%.
No. I’m not crazy. No. I’m not particularly rich nor do I own stocks in oil or really much of anything anymore.
Here is the reason: Today I went shopping at Target. Usually, this Target is nut-to-butt full of loud-ass bitches standing around in the aisles like the assholes they tend to be. But today? Today was different. I swear to you that there couldn’t have been more than 25 customers in the whole store. It was amazing. I didn’t have to worry about someone’s unruly child darting out of an aisle in front of me. I didn’t have to walk around the statues that are always congregating in the aisles. No, today I walked unimpeded through the entire store. And when I went to pay for my items there was absolutely no wait whatsoever to pay.
Finally I can stand to go out in public again now that all the people are staying home because of $4.49/US gallon gasoline and inflated prices. Finally I can shop in peace. Finally I can get what I need without being annoyed the fuck to death with stupid people.
Today I went to a few shops in a neighboring city. The shops that I “needed” to visit were in a part of town that is sort of old-ish and is inhabited by those less fortunate. (Okay, I went to Big Lots and The Dollar Tree, y’all. LOL!) Anyway, I noticed something quite, quite annoying when shopping in those two shops. The employees there could care less that they even have jobs and obviously they think that people who shop there don’t deserve to be treated well as a customer.
The first store I visited was Big Lots. I went in, found what I was looking to buy (scrapbooking crap) and proceeded to the cashier. She rang my order wordlessly and when I handed her my debit card, she said her first words to me, “ID.” That was it. Two letters she grunted at me. Then she ran my card and plopped the paper down on the counter along with a pen and said her second thing to me, “Sign.” Ooooooooookay. So I did and thanked her and she managed to spit out the word, “Thanks.” before shoving my receipt at me and moving on to the next person in line. Wowza. I was floored. I mean, I work in retail. I do. I do it because, well, for one I am good at it and for another I don’t want to go anywhere outside of my town. I understand the hard work that these people do. I understand that some customers are real ASSHOLES. But me? I am not. I can be a difficult customer if I want to be but today, I was not.
The second shop that I visited was The Dollar Tree. God. I got the crap that I went for (clothespins) and proceeded to the cashier. I placed my items on her counter (I had three) and wordlessly she rang my order. She didn’t even tell me the total. I handed her my four single dollar bills and she made change from her till then shoved the change at me along with my receipt. Not a single word was uttered by her. Not a fuck you. Not an amount total. Nothing. Was she mute? No. She was not as she didn’t have a problem speaking to a co-worker. I mean, MY GOD. Are you serious? If you dislike your job that much then fucking quit and do something else. Can’t do anything else? Then FUCKING GET OVER YOURSELF.
So, in closing, I would like to take this opportunity to say, “THANK YOU!” to everyone that never got a thank you or a word grunted at them before in a store or shop.
Woo. Go me. So exciting. Oh and a mop. I know, even *I* can barely contain my excitement.
Anyway, I’m not dead. I’m just uhm, well, not really having much to say on the blog-front. I do post regularly on my craft blog because I don’t have to really say much there.
I think that my boobs are getting smaller. Can they do that? Why would they get smaller? Maybe I need to go bra shopping. Or get a boob lift or a boob job. Or something. I mean, my boob are my crowning glory! They can’t SHRINK for pity’s sake!
I’m liking my job some more. I did some number figuring and I found that even if I went to get a “regular” job that I’d make about the same monies since I would have to go out of town and pay for fuel costs and bridge tolls and parking fees. So yeah, I guess I’ll stay here a while.
So...like I am going to try to be around the intarwebz tomorrow (Wednesday) and perhaps even on my webcam. Well, I am going to have my nails done in the morning but other than that I’ll be around. Wewt!
Later, y’all!
Work sucks but I’m bored with bitching about that. Doug is gone this week to a conference. The dogs are good. The cats are good. No one has pissed me off much. There isn’t anything I’m watching on television. I haven’t seen any good movies lately.
I am boring.
I don’t even have any pictures to share.
Feh.
Hot. Hot. Hot. I’m going to die of the hot.
I know...the last time you heard me bitching about the temperature, I was bitching about it being cold. Well, it got over being cold and went straight to HOT. This makes me pissy. Of course, everything makes me pissy but you know what I mean.
Anyway, I’m hot so I don’t feel like doing much of anything. At LEAST I have off Friday and Saturday and then I work for six days next week. So much for the part-time part of the job, eh. Bleh. Oh, it is temporary but still. I don’t “do” overtime. It isn’t my “thing” like...ever.
OH! I bought a Furminator for Dixie (a little one because she is little, right) and you should see how much fur comes off this little dog. I could knit another dog just like her from the fur I am removing. She isn’t quite sure if she likes it or hates it yet so we’re working a little at a time on de-fuzzing her.
Did I mention that it is hot here? It was well over 100F today. That just isn’t right.
