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| Things I Have Learned About Walking The Streets Of Downtown 1. A bum that carries around Dillons grocery sacks frequents the corner of Main and Pine. He will appear to be upset. Don’t worry, he’s not yelling at you. He’s just yelling because he’s crazy. 2. People will not hesitate to ask for money. Like today, for instance. I was approached by a man who was smoking a cigarette and said something along the lines of “Hey, could you help me? I’m from Dallas and I just got out of prison and I need to go back to Dallas and the Red Cross won‘t help me. I have $40 for a bus ticket and need $21 more. Can you give me like, a dollar? Or something?” It is important not to smart off and say something like “Maybe if you stopped spending all your money on cigarettes, you could buy a bus ticket”. Chances are, if he can afford cigarettes, he can also afford a switchblade. It’s not like he hasn’t been to prison before. 3. Construction workers are every bit as skeezy as the media portrays them to be, complete with whistling and shouting. And in one case, getting in their car and honking at you. And then practically breaking their necks to look at you as they drive by you. Way to live up to the stereotype, guys. I would react towards them in a negative way, but they know where I park. So I’ll just wish them a slight mishap with a nail gun. (Cross-posted to MySpace and Facebook. I have too many blogs.) | | |
| Guess who doesn't work in retail anymore? Me. That's who. I now work at the courthouse, in the Child Support Modification Department. Which sounds more impressive than it actually is. Right now, I just get the information from the system ready for the attorney. I think I'll learn more later on. ...so I guess that's pretty much all I had to say. | | |
| I'm thinking I should change the name of my blog to "Adventures In Retail Hell", since that's pretty much all I write about anymore. So, the other day I was at work, folding sweatshirts. I know, you aspire to be just like me. My manager comes up and tells me that I need to fold sweatshirts and talk to customers. Okay. Done. This guy (probably in his late 30s) comes up to me and says "Wow, she's like the queen of Disney, isn't she?", referring to my manager. "Uhm, sure." "Or more like the Disney b*tch." "I didn't say that." I said, returning to my folding. "Let me tell you a joke. What did the fish say when it hit a wall?" "I don't know." "Dam." he said, smiling. I forced a laugh, hoping maybe he'd go away. Then he gets uncomfortably close to me and says "Do you have holes in your underwear?". Without looking up from the shirts, I said no. Then he goes "Then how do you put them on?! Oh, hahahaha, I got you! Hahaha!". I realize now the only correct answer to that question is to say "What underwear?" and walk off. But alas, the odds of someone asking me that again are terribly low. I guess it's not that much of a loss. | | |
| So, I'm pretty much sick of retail. I had a sucky customer experience today. I was walking up to the cash register to ring this lady and her husband up. And I overhear her saying "Stop being such a tightwad." And they were kind of squabbling back and forth a bit. Whatever. So I ask if they want a gift receipt. "I wish I had a receipt to take HIM back!" she says. And it wasn't even like she was kidding or anything. She was pissed. I didn't say anything. The husband goes "Well, she didn't join you in on that one, did she?", referring to me. I stayed quiet until I had to ask for her phone number and area code. "It's threeonesixthreeoneonetwofourseveneight". (Not her number, but she said it really really fast and that's the point." "Okay, so three one six..." I said. Then she leans in and say "THREEEEEE ONNNNNE ONNNNE TWOOOO FOUUUUUUR SEVVVENNNNN EIGGHTTT! God, this is what happens when you put a little girl on a register!"I chose not to reply to that, just finished her transaction and handed her the bag and said "There you go". (Yes, instead of my normal chipper "Have a nice day".)Then she rips it out of my hand and says "THANK YOU YOU'RE WELCOME" and leaves. So if she happened to have an encounter with (i.e. was mowed down by) an over-sized SUV in the mall parking lot, I won't exactly be heartbroken. By the way, I'm bringing Xanga back. (YEAH!) You MySpace users don't know how to act. | | |
| For those of you who are MySpace-less and don't know, Ted and I are engaged now. Here's what I posted about it on my MySpace blog... "So, we had just finished our Personal Finance final and we were going back to my house because he drove me. (Which he had insisted on earlier, which sort of tipped me off that he was going to ask.) So we were talking about going home and eating dinner and then he goes "Let's go to Sonic and get Cheesecake bites". And I said "Well, we haven't had dinner yet." "So? Let's go get some." So I knew for sure something was up. Especially when he swerved into the parking lot of a park nearby. I said "I thought you wanted Cheesecake Bites." "No, we're going to the park." So we get out of the car and brings along a sleeping bag and a portable burner that he uses for camping. He starts boiling water and we're just listening to music and looking at the stars (and I was freezing my butt off). Then our song came on and he asked me to dance. And then he had this whole speech (which I think I'll keep to myself) and asked me. And I said yes, of course. And then he made hot chocolate and we talked for awhile. It was so sweet. I'm so happy! ^_^ I'm getting married! And yes, ladies, the ring is gorgeous. ^_^ " | | |
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