This is an old blog that I wrote with a good friend of mine several years ago, however, once I ran across it, and reread it, I decided it still holds true today, so here it is in all it's glory:

Shoppers are morons:

Ok... My girl, Teresa is here and she is gonna help me with the input on this post. We work in retail by the way...  Basically, we think most people who shop are morons.  The general consensus is that once someone walks through the door of a retail or grocery store, all of their intelligence is sucked out of their brains. Here are a few gripe points we would like to share:

Gripe number 1.  People are not observant.  You're standing there, IN YOUR SMOCK with your name tag on.  The customer approaches you.

Customer:  Excuse me, Do you work here??

Employee: Uhh. No.

Customer: Well you're wearing a smock.

Emloyee: if you knew I worked here.. why did you ask??

Gripe number 2.  If you can acquire the basket at the front door.. why is it then impossible to return the basket as you go RIGHT BY THE BASKET CORRAL when you leave the store??? Why must there be a basket graveyard at the registers??

Gripe number 3.  How come people who carry checkbooks seem to be incapable of carry pens? Obviously, you knew you were going to have to write a check when you made the plan to come shopping......

Gripe number 4.  So you decide you can live without that one item.  Is it so hard to walk back to the place you got it from and put it back on the shelf/peghook?  Do strange people come in your house and pick one thing up from one end of the house and deposit it in another then leave?  I think not.  HOW RUDE!!

Gripe number 5.  Hey stoopid, can you make sure you have the funds (i.e. credit/debit card, gift card, check or cash) before you pile $9000 worth of crap on the belt or counter.  I dont want to hold up the 30 people my line while you dig 34 cents and a bunch of lint out of your pocket then decide you have to make a trip to your vehicle.

Gripe number 6.  Ok, there's a sale going on.  We understand that.  But if you are going to take advantage of the sale, please be aware of the stipulations and terms of the sale.  I am not going to give you a $90 item for the sale price of $15 just because it looks like the $20 item that IS on sale.  Get over it.

Gripe number 7.  If you are going to do business with me, GET OFF YOUR DAMN CELL PHONE!!!  I dont care if Matt broke his arm or Katie got an A in math.  I am trying to process your transaction and may need to communicate with you in order to prevent any overcharging or misunderstanding.

Gripe number 8.  If you require my attention, but I am helping another customer, please be respectful of that fact, and politely wait your turn.  I am only one person and can not be in two places at once.  Standing there tapping your foot and huffing at me is only going to piss me off and make me go even slower.

--Ahyoka

Some days I wonder why I bother.  Really I do.  The day started out not too shabby.  My sister texted me yesterday wanting to know if I wanted to go with her and her children to the local water park today. Absolutely. I would love to, thanks.  So we started out today.  I took my step daughter with me. (I only call her STEP for the purpose of this blog. I love her and treat her like she was my own, and when she is with me and her dad, she normally calls me mom.) My sis came and picked us up, and away we went.  We had a nice lunch at the Cotton Patch, ran into Target for a whole minute, then off to the waterpark..  Had a FAB time! Loved every minute of the day.  About half an hour into the water park gig, my best friend's hubby calls and says "Can you baby sit tonight." Sure, no prob.  I really dont mind because she rarely gets to go out.  We settle on a game plan, and I get off the phone.  Had a wonderful time at the park, cooked my poor skin, and came home.  Then the sucky part happens.  I'm coming out the back door to take tiki oil to Dennis to get the tiki's started.  They are wonderful skeeter deterrents, and I love em... anyway, out the back door, down the steps, and bam! I fall down the steps twist my ankle and my knee and jar my hip pretty good.  The right knee hit dirt, so it's not that banged up.  The LEFT knee on the other hand...... well.. u know what hamburger meat looks like? Well.. there ya go.  So, I cry a bit, and my step son and daughter help me get my knee cleaned up, my husband gives me a big pain pill, and off to nappy poo I go. Meanwhile, my hubby calls my best friend to let her know that I am not up to babysitting afterall tonight. Long story short.. she's pissed off, and called my MOTHER to confirm that I am really injured because she hates Dennis and thinks he's lying to her just to keep her from having a sitter for the kids.  Sigh....  I get tired of the drama sometimes, and often wonder why we are friends.. really....  But on a happier note, I think Aunt Flo packed her bags and left... two good things outweigh one crappy one....

--Ahyoka 

Yesterday, I posted a blog about my fiancee.  It was sweet, and it was really meant for him, though I posted it publicly.  I am always happy to get blog comments from anyone so, I thought nothing of posting it publicly, both here and on my Myspace blog.  I should have known better.  My myspace blog has been blown up.  My "so-called" best friend decided to take the sweet words about my baby, and use them as a platform for a personal attack on me.  She hates him, and is afraid that she is losing me as a friend because I dont spend as much time with her as I used to...(i.e. I used to live with her, and so if I wasn't working, I was stuck up her butt 24/7).  Now if I'm not working, I spend the majority of my time with him.  I thought that this was the natural progression of relationships.  Not that I dont want to see my friends or spend time with them, because I do, and I do make time for them.  I'm just not available to devote my entire waking free time to her anymore. She has taken it upon herself to decide what's best for me, and according to her, Dennis isn't it.  My question is who the hell died and left her queen of my personal life? Last time I checked, I am 34 years old and can make my own decisions.  She is having histrionics because we made the decision to move into a tent for a couple of months to save money.  We've been down on our luck for a bit, and had been living in a motel, but we just cant afford that anymore.  (See my prior post about "Why cant they understand" or some such nonsense)  Her bitch is "if he put your needs first, why are you living in a tent"....."why do you have to pay for everything"....."where does all of his money go"... "why wont he get a job".... bla bla bla bla bla.  I have answered these questions for here more than once. I am not answering them for her anymore because it makes no difference.  She doesn't listen anyway.  I was paying rent because we couldnt afford to pay it all at one time.. so I paid every two weeks when I got paid.  We are trying to save money, thus moving into the tent.... he gets paid more than I do a month, why should he have to get a job, which will cut his benefits? and as to where all his money goes.. to pay obligations he HAS to pay.  This blog is the final time I will explain these things.. Why in the hell is my personal life so interesting to everyone else? Why cant my friends just be happy that I'm happy? I'm so tired of hearing how Dennis is using me and that he is no better than my lying cheating ex, David.  Dennis and David are nothing alike.  Never have been, never will be. My sister says that noone knows our relationship better than Dennis and I do.  She's right.  She says that we dont always see eye to eye on things and she's right about that too.  Her advice is to get over it and move on because friendships are precious commoditys.  Again, I agree with her wholly.  But this time, I dont know if I can get over it.  My best friend and I have been such for almost sixteen years.  I don't understand why she would throw this friendship away, but then, I dont understand alot of things.  A mutual friend of ours says she is afraid of losing my friendship... I can understand that, and I don't discount her feelings.  But I don't understand why, if you are afraid of losing someone, would you alienate them, attack them, and intentionally push them away? What have I done that was so terrible? I fell in love.  I am getting ready to start my life with him.  We are happy.  Why can't she be happy for us? Why does she have to lacerate my heart at every turn?  Oh.. one more bitch before I go... If I hear "we are afraid you are settling because you dont want to be alone" one more time I may choke the fuck out of someone.  If I were gonna settle to ease lonliness, I could have settled with any one of the numbnuts I have had the misfortune of dating over the last umpteen years. Why can noone understand that Dennis and I love each other? Love. Not like a whole lot... not lust after and then fade... LOVE. Why must my life be under the microscope to be picked apart? Why cant my friends understand (and dont get me wrong, a few of them do... but not many) that I am happier than I have EVER been, and be happy for me, and leave it at that?