If you want to send it I will read it, but I'm sure I could guess what the gist is. Sorry, about what happened with Nick, but... at least it lead to a way for you not to have to be there 14 months?
Speaking of mail, I'm supposed to be checking Hannah's while she's gone, but I've long since given up trying to figure out which of the 400 unmarked boxes is hers... it is truly unbelievable that they aren't marked.
My landlord is starting to irritate me. I was supposed to do a walk through of the house Wednesday, and be moved in by now, but she keeps saying "it;'s not ready, can you call me tomorrow?" and I want to be like, "No. I don't care what's not ready, let me in." but I'm afraid there're like dead things in there or something. lol.
It will be nice not having to be up all hours of the night listening to a dog that NEVER STOPS FUCKING BARKING OMG!!! and an occasional screaming child. How does Hannah live here year round?
I can't stand that it will be another 23 days before I have any contact what-so-ever with William. I'm like a worried mother sometimes because I keep thinking "What if something happens to him? How long would it take for me to even find out? Would anyone even think to call and tell me?? What if he loses his passport and gets stuck in China!?"
I know his cousin is there and all, but seriously... there are very few things on this planet that could get me to go to China. David Tennant and Ewan McGregor being two of them... maybe William... but only if he, like, moved there or something... god that would be awful...
So, ending on a positive note... sort of... here is a humorous conversation I had today with a customer. This is obviously just an excerpt.
Her:"I'm just waiting for him to say those four famous words, y'know?"
Me: "Will you marry me?"
Her: "No, we are married. I'm waiting for 'I want a divorce.' "
Friday, May 29, 2009
Some say love is not for sinners...
...I believe that isn't true...because when I was finished sinning love came down and showed me you..
Well, if you want, you can quit your shitty Wal Mart job, and come home and eat my food Cindy. I'm okay with that. I'll even make you dinner a few nights. Yum!
Anyway, things lately have been going steadily down hill. Nick and I began screaming at each other in his car. It started so innocent, too, that's almost the sad part. We had just dropped my car off and were going to the bank, and I asked if he had checked the mail lately.
Did you know that was my job? Hmm, neither did I. I didn't realize I was the only person physically capable of walking downstairs, putting a key into a lock, turning it, AND TAKING OUT THE DAMN MAIL. But apparently I am. So that started that fight, which went into the fight about why he told Dobbs they could spend all night working on my car when he KNEW I had made plans (Bailing on his sisters birthday dinner, oh darn.), and then the fight about basically how we hate eachother.
It makes me sad, because he has to know that this thing we've got going on his is basically beaten dead. I don't think he will let himself believe that. I'm giving him so more time to figure it out, but I don't think I'll stay here for 14 months...he gave me a good out, I might take it in a few.
So, RPing, Cindy? Would you be interested in doing that again, like we did with Finan and Pete and such? I told Ryan you would..so don't make me be a liar ho.
New Twilight pictures from the set in Italy. I about died, it looks so perfect. I don't care what you say Cindy, I love it, and I always will. I started reading those books with Courtney junior year, and I remember when we went to meet Stephanie Meyer, and there were like, fifteen people there...Now I don't think I could within five hundred feet of her...I wonder when they really exploded? Somewhere in between Eclipse and Breaking Dawn...anyway, Bella is like running full force at Edward, it's just great. I died a little (in a good way) on the inside watching it.
Anyway, not a whole lot else going on...I wrote a letter to my father, I just printed it out, actually, going to buy some stamps the next time I'm at work and send it before I chicken out. Which is highly likely, the longer I wait. I didn't mean for it to come off as sarcastic as it did, but I think, since sarcasam is the strongest part of my personality, especially when I'm hurt, mad, or scared, that there was not helping that. I thought about posting it, but nah, it's a little personal. I'll send it to you though, if you want to read it.
Alright then, that's all I've got for now.
-embee
Well, if you want, you can quit your shitty Wal Mart job, and come home and eat my food Cindy. I'm okay with that. I'll even make you dinner a few nights. Yum!
Anyway, things lately have been going steadily down hill. Nick and I began screaming at each other in his car. It started so innocent, too, that's almost the sad part. We had just dropped my car off and were going to the bank, and I asked if he had checked the mail lately.
Did you know that was my job? Hmm, neither did I. I didn't realize I was the only person physically capable of walking downstairs, putting a key into a lock, turning it, AND TAKING OUT THE DAMN MAIL. But apparently I am. So that started that fight, which went into the fight about why he told Dobbs they could spend all night working on my car when he KNEW I had made plans (Bailing on his sisters birthday dinner, oh darn.), and then the fight about basically how we hate eachother.
It makes me sad, because he has to know that this thing we've got going on his is basically beaten dead. I don't think he will let himself believe that. I'm giving him so more time to figure it out, but I don't think I'll stay here for 14 months...he gave me a good out, I might take it in a few.
So, RPing, Cindy? Would you be interested in doing that again, like we did with Finan and Pete and such? I told Ryan you would..so don't make me be a liar ho.
New Twilight pictures from the set in Italy. I about died, it looks so perfect. I don't care what you say Cindy, I love it, and I always will. I started reading those books with Courtney junior year, and I remember when we went to meet Stephanie Meyer, and there were like, fifteen people there...Now I don't think I could within five hundred feet of her...I wonder when they really exploded? Somewhere in between Eclipse and Breaking Dawn...anyway, Bella is like running full force at Edward, it's just great. I died a little (in a good way) on the inside watching it.
Anyway, not a whole lot else going on...I wrote a letter to my father, I just printed it out, actually, going to buy some stamps the next time I'm at work and send it before I chicken out. Which is highly likely, the longer I wait. I didn't mean for it to come off as sarcastic as it did, but I think, since sarcasam is the strongest part of my personality, especially when I'm hurt, mad, or scared, that there was not helping that. I thought about posting it, but nah, it's a little personal. I'll send it to you though, if you want to read it.
Alright then, that's all I've got for now.
-embee
Thursday, May 28, 2009
well, thank you Walmart... assholes...
I was expecting to get somewhere around $600. I had budgeted myself accordingly, and everything was going to be fine...
Except, the way they do pay periods is stupid... so my paycheck doesn't include the last 6 days, plus taxes took 18% of what I did get...
So now I'm looking at my $437 wondering what the fuck I'm going to do. $160 of that has to go to Hannah for subleasing her apt for a month, and $245 has to be paid to my landlord before I can move into the house. that leaves me with a grand total of $32 to get me to June 11. I have a huge shopping list of shit I'm just going to have to live with out, and I have to stretch $32 to cover new work shoes (I HAVE to have them like now... I keep falling because my shoes have no traction and the deli is like a damn slip 'n slide), a shower curtain (because I'd rather not flood the bathroom and I really cant just not shower for a couple weeks... *gags*), toilet paper (duh), and food (which is looking like a 75¢ 2 liter of soda and a box of ramen noodles.
dammit. I hate the real world.
and the real world hates me.
I was expecting to get somewhere around $600. I had budgeted myself accordingly, and everything was going to be fine...
Except, the way they do pay periods is stupid... so my paycheck doesn't include the last 6 days, plus taxes took 18% of what I did get...
So now I'm looking at my $437 wondering what the fuck I'm going to do. $160 of that has to go to Hannah for subleasing her apt for a month, and $245 has to be paid to my landlord before I can move into the house. that leaves me with a grand total of $32 to get me to June 11. I have a huge shopping list of shit I'm just going to have to live with out, and I have to stretch $32 to cover new work shoes (I HAVE to have them like now... I keep falling because my shoes have no traction and the deli is like a damn slip 'n slide), a shower curtain (because I'd rather not flood the bathroom and I really cant just not shower for a couple weeks... *gags*), toilet paper (duh), and food (which is looking like a 75¢ 2 liter of soda and a box of ramen noodles.
dammit. I hate the real world.
and the real world hates me.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
He says all the right things at exactly the right time.
I take back what I previously claimed to think. I was being stupid.
It's weird, though. I've had a "bad feeling" for the last few days, and usually I get like that right before I get dumped on my ass, so I have learned to trust that feeling, but apparently I shouldn't. lol. Maybe it was just because he's leaving for China, and I'm nervous because:
A. I am going to miss talking to him.
B. I'm nervous about the trip there and back (planes make me nervous)
C. I don't know much about China's citizens' view of Americans.
D. I'm crazy.
Anyway, he told me he loved me tonight. Not that he hasn't before, but he usually doesn't, even if I do. He just says "less than three you" (<3 you) or nothing of the sort at all. It doesn't bother me too much anymore because I know he does, it's just a valuable phrase to him, that he is worried will get worn out. So, when he does say it, my heart flutters like it's the very first time. So, mission accomplished I guess. lol. I don't know if he said it because he knew it would make me feel a bit better about not talking to him for a month, or because he wasn't going to talk to me for a month so might as well be "for real" about it. It is a semi-dangerous trip.
I really hope he's coming back around to the "unrealistic expectations" (as he calls it) side of things, or at least is coming to the conclusion it's not necessary.
Carrots are good for your eyes. They help you see things at night you wouldn't normally be able to see because you're blinded.
Like that maybe you're just not a night person. It's fun and all, but everybody needs sunlight.
Except me sense I'm the Goddess of the Moon. (Don't read into that. Or just wiki my first name)
It's weird, though. I've had a "bad feeling" for the last few days, and usually I get like that right before I get dumped on my ass, so I have learned to trust that feeling, but apparently I shouldn't. lol. Maybe it was just because he's leaving for China, and I'm nervous because:
A. I am going to miss talking to him.
B. I'm nervous about the trip there and back (planes make me nervous)
C. I don't know much about China's citizens' view of Americans.
D. I'm crazy.
Anyway, he told me he loved me tonight. Not that he hasn't before, but he usually doesn't, even if I do. He just says "less than three you" (<3 you) or nothing of the sort at all. It doesn't bother me too much anymore because I know he does, it's just a valuable phrase to him, that he is worried will get worn out. So, when he does say it, my heart flutters like it's the very first time. So, mission accomplished I guess. lol. I don't know if he said it because he knew it would make me feel a bit better about not talking to him for a month, or because he wasn't going to talk to me for a month so might as well be "for real" about it. It is a semi-dangerous trip.
I really hope he's coming back around to the "unrealistic expectations" (as he calls it) side of things, or at least is coming to the conclusion it's not necessary.
Carrots are good for your eyes. They help you see things at night you wouldn't normally be able to see because you're blinded.
Like that maybe you're just not a night person. It's fun and all, but everybody needs sunlight.
Except me sense I'm the Goddess of the Moon. (Don't read into that. Or just wiki my first name)
Saturday, May 23, 2009
If home is where the heart is then we're all just fucked...
You know if he is cheating on you I'll have to end his life, right?
Don't freak until you have proof. We could tar and feather him if he is (I've always wanted to do this, not sure why)....just think about it.
Today was my cousin Maggies (Mappie) graduation party. It's so crazy, I still feel like we're kids playing in Aunt Sue's living room, and now shes going to Indiana for college. Jake is in Chicago. My sister is (going to be if shes not careful) in Rehab. Emily is next, then we've got a while for Ben and Zach. Jeremiahs has even longer, he's only 5!!! It's just insane. I wish I would have stayed at MO state like I planned on. I wonder what I would be up to.
Oh well, too late for that.
Anyway, now it's just here, chatting with some peeps and watching Nick play Call of Duty 4. I wish something more interesting would happen, and maybe that's what's wrong with me. Maybe I am to be forever looking for some sort of "adventure."
I keep thinking about this whole...I need a code word...hmm...Carrots? Seems okay. Anyway, this whole Carrots situation. Cody at work thinks that I should just be with some Carrots, but I'm not so sure. I know someone is going to be hurt, and if it's not me, it most likely will be Carrots. I don't know why I think this, but in 14 months Carrots will be rotting on the inside, even if they don't know it.
Hopefully Sasha comes along, and Carrots flourish somewhere else. Misery loves company I think, and maybe that's my problem. I don't know, definatly don't know what to do. I don't want to make any rash decisions, even with my mom cheer leading this whole stupid thing on. I knew I shouldn't have told her, she's being a bitch about it. My mom acts like every guy I am with is abusive in some kind of way. This time she is really reaching.
At any rate, if I had any decency I would leave him alone and lie in the grave I made for myself. I would like it, because there are people out there with way more (worse) problems with me, and probably handle them with A LOT more grace.
Unfortuantly I have no decency. And that's why I hate myself.
Anyway, nine o clock is almost here, I can be glad for that.
Cindy heads back over in a little bit. Miss long eyelashes.
-embee
Don't freak until you have proof. We could tar and feather him if he is (I've always wanted to do this, not sure why)....just think about it.
Today was my cousin Maggies (Mappie) graduation party. It's so crazy, I still feel like we're kids playing in Aunt Sue's living room, and now shes going to Indiana for college. Jake is in Chicago. My sister is (going to be if shes not careful) in Rehab. Emily is next, then we've got a while for Ben and Zach. Jeremiahs has even longer, he's only 5!!! It's just insane. I wish I would have stayed at MO state like I planned on. I wonder what I would be up to.
Oh well, too late for that.
Anyway, now it's just here, chatting with some peeps and watching Nick play Call of Duty 4. I wish something more interesting would happen, and maybe that's what's wrong with me. Maybe I am to be forever looking for some sort of "adventure."
I keep thinking about this whole...I need a code word...hmm...Carrots? Seems okay. Anyway, this whole Carrots situation. Cody at work thinks that I should just be with some Carrots, but I'm not so sure. I know someone is going to be hurt, and if it's not me, it most likely will be Carrots. I don't know why I think this, but in 14 months Carrots will be rotting on the inside, even if they don't know it.
Hopefully Sasha comes along, and Carrots flourish somewhere else. Misery loves company I think, and maybe that's my problem. I don't know, definatly don't know what to do. I don't want to make any rash decisions, even with my mom cheer leading this whole stupid thing on. I knew I shouldn't have told her, she's being a bitch about it. My mom acts like every guy I am with is abusive in some kind of way. This time she is really reaching.
At any rate, if I had any decency I would leave him alone and lie in the grave I made for myself. I would like it, because there are people out there with way more (worse) problems with me, and probably handle them with A LOT more grace.
Unfortuantly I have no decency. And that's why I hate myself.
Anyway, nine o clock is almost here, I can be glad for that.
Cindy heads back over in a little bit. Miss long eyelashes.
-embee
What if the source of everything that's going so well this time around is that he is seeing someone else...
He's nicer, compliments me all the time, is more and more romantic... I don't know. Maybe I'm just reading one situation as another. I just don't think he could do it, but then again... I don't know. I'm probably just paranoid.
He's nicer, compliments me all the time, is more and more romantic... I don't know. Maybe I'm just reading one situation as another. I just don't think he could do it, but then again... I don't know. I'm probably just paranoid.
I want everything to change and stay the same...
Only get lonely when you read the charts...
Cindy is in my apartment at this very moment...possibly sleeping, I can't be sure. I'm glad to have her (YOU) here (is anyone else actually reading this besides me and you...and maybe William?) because I've just set into motion what will most likely be a huge shit storm in six months or so.
I love mayhem more than the love...
I think me and Cindy should play dress up and wander around STL taking stupid ass pictures again. Its been so long...I'll wake her up, see what she thinks...
Then came a (baby) boy with long eye lashes...
Though change will come, oh change will come, I will never believe in anything again...
-mb
Cindy is in my apartment at this very moment...possibly sleeping, I can't be sure. I'm glad to have her (YOU) here (is anyone else actually reading this besides me and you...and maybe William?) because I've just set into motion what will most likely be a huge shit storm in six months or so.
I love mayhem more than the love...
I think me and Cindy should play dress up and wander around STL taking stupid ass pictures again. Its been so long...I'll wake her up, see what she thinks...
Then came a (baby) boy with long eye lashes...
Though change will come, oh change will come, I will never believe in anything again...
-mb
Friday, May 22, 2009
And for once, I couldn't agree more.
Cindy, you better hope Will decides to get a graduate degree in St. Louis, because plane tickets only get more expensive, and how am I supposed to love you from far away? Especially when you work at Wal Mart, which WILL consume your soul.
I'm not saying....I'm just saying (come live with me).
Anyway, I have neeeewwws. I need to talk to you about it in person, but it refers back to that text message, and you have to promise promise not to say anything to anyone.
You know what sucks is when you finally figure out what you need and want in your life, but you're handcuffed by other things. Well, yeah, okay, lame and gay, yeah, I get that. Whatever, this whole thing has to be cryptic and bullshitty because I'm not taking any risks. Remember David?
Anyway, I feel pretty good right now, like I could just lay there and just forget the world, but I'm sure that will all change when I get home.
I dunno.
I can't figure out if life is confusing by design or if we make it that way.
-embee
I'm not saying....I'm just saying (come live with me).
Anyway, I have neeeewwws. I need to talk to you about it in person, but it refers back to that text message, and you have to promise promise not to say anything to anyone.
You know what sucks is when you finally figure out what you need and want in your life, but you're handcuffed by other things. Well, yeah, okay, lame and gay, yeah, I get that. Whatever, this whole thing has to be cryptic and bullshitty because I'm not taking any risks. Remember David?
Anyway, I feel pretty good right now, like I could just lay there and just forget the world, but I'm sure that will all change when I get home.
I dunno.
I can't figure out if life is confusing by design or if we make it that way.
-embee
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Prince Slightly-Less-Than-Charming
*sigh* (like exhausted sigh, not swoony-stupid sigh)
Oye. So, William is great, as I've mentioned. He's fun, and I know he considers me his best friend... but sometimes he is just so goddamn pessimistic... like, maybe it's almost just realistic, but still... at least when it comes to relationships, one should always try to be optimistic, or at the very least, pretennnnnnnd to be for the other person's sake... well, I mean, don't lie to them, though. Don't say you expect to marry them someday if they're really just a booty call. lol. (That's never happened to me, don't worry)
Like, ok, I can see us being pretty likely to break up after graduation, but there's a chance we wont, and I wouldn't say it's microscopic... just small... like corey casey. I like to focus on that chance, though, and William... well... is just dodgy around the whole subject, and from what I gather, doesn't think we'll even remain friends... which I think is ridiculous. As I told him... I will make him stay friends with me if I have to. I don't care if he goes to college on the damn moon. We talk every single day. When we are in the same city, we see each other every single day (with a few exceptions obviously), and we have yet to get truly sick of each other...
Anyway, back to the us after graduation thing. Last night I kind of thought through what it would be like if, when he went to grad school, I... followed, and got a job in the town his school was in. He could get his degree, I could pay the bills. As a strictly business proposition, it would be fantastic for him. He could go to school without having to worry about getting a job, so he could focus on his studies. On another plus side, he gets to go to a new city with a (girl)friend so it's an easier transition, because he wouldn't know no one. I'd be totally willing to do house chores and such... and we'd still be together, even if it wasn't forever. I guarantee we'd be fine living together. I like new places, new people, etc. I can transfer to any Walmart in the world if I request, so I'd have a job while I search for a career. I don't know... I mean, I was just thinking what It'd be like. I'd certainly enjoy it. I thought about mentioning it while we were on the phone tonight, but figured it'd be better to just wait and see how things pan out the next couple of years... I think... if we're still together, when he actually starts applying and making plans, I might offer the idea, but.... I don't know... He's such a mystery. I never know how he feels about things, or what he thinks about our relationship. I can read him like a book... except when it comes to what "us" means to him. Because, I'm sure, if the opportunity presented itself, I could spend the rest of my life with him, and I know that according to what he says, he doesn't see the point in dating someone you can't see that potential with, but sometimes I wonder... but maybe it's just because that's how he talks about everything: Pessimistically. I dunno.
I love him so much.
and for all I know... he just less-than-three's me.
Oye. So, William is great, as I've mentioned. He's fun, and I know he considers me his best friend... but sometimes he is just so goddamn pessimistic... like, maybe it's almost just realistic, but still... at least when it comes to relationships, one should always try to be optimistic, or at the very least, pretennnnnnnd to be for the other person's sake... well, I mean, don't lie to them, though. Don't say you expect to marry them someday if they're really just a booty call. lol. (That's never happened to me, don't worry)
Like, ok, I can see us being pretty likely to break up after graduation, but there's a chance we wont, and I wouldn't say it's microscopic... just small... like corey casey. I like to focus on that chance, though, and William... well... is just dodgy around the whole subject, and from what I gather, doesn't think we'll even remain friends... which I think is ridiculous. As I told him... I will make him stay friends with me if I have to. I don't care if he goes to college on the damn moon. We talk every single day. When we are in the same city, we see each other every single day (with a few exceptions obviously), and we have yet to get truly sick of each other...
Anyway, back to the us after graduation thing. Last night I kind of thought through what it would be like if, when he went to grad school, I... followed, and got a job in the town his school was in. He could get his degree, I could pay the bills. As a strictly business proposition, it would be fantastic for him. He could go to school without having to worry about getting a job, so he could focus on his studies. On another plus side, he gets to go to a new city with a (girl)friend so it's an easier transition, because he wouldn't know no one. I'd be totally willing to do house chores and such... and we'd still be together, even if it wasn't forever. I guarantee we'd be fine living together. I like new places, new people, etc. I can transfer to any Walmart in the world if I request, so I'd have a job while I search for a career. I don't know... I mean, I was just thinking what It'd be like. I'd certainly enjoy it. I thought about mentioning it while we were on the phone tonight, but figured it'd be better to just wait and see how things pan out the next couple of years... I think... if we're still together, when he actually starts applying and making plans, I might offer the idea, but.... I don't know... He's such a mystery. I never know how he feels about things, or what he thinks about our relationship. I can read him like a book... except when it comes to what "us" means to him. Because, I'm sure, if the opportunity presented itself, I could spend the rest of my life with him, and I know that according to what he says, he doesn't see the point in dating someone you can't see that potential with, but sometimes I wonder... but maybe it's just because that's how he talks about everything: Pessimistically. I dunno.
I love him so much.
and for all I know... he just less-than-three's me.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
My internet is back, let the blogging commence
You're the deli girl at Wal Mart? Isn't part of you job description, "take abuse from fat red necks who just finished watching Judge Judy with a smile on your face."
I might actually look up Wal Marts policies, I'm pretty sure it's in there.
Anyway, in the way Cindy can't not go a night without being abused by fat Toby Keith lovers, I cannot go a night without someone walking up to me, eyes bright with excitement, exclaiming, " OM(f)G IS THAT YOUR REAL HAIR COLOR!?!?!?"
At first it was kind of flattering that everyone loved it, now its just ridiculous, because the comments that follow it are always just as stupid. Two examples.
Retard: Is that your natural hair color?
Me (bored): Yeah (it's not, but if I say no it's almost like I just broke up with them. Lying is easier)
R: Wow...and with green eyes! You're eyes match your hair!
M: Um...sort of...I guess (except my eyes are green...not red...)
R: What's your name?
M: (looks down at name tag that reads, "My name is MARYBETH. How may I take care of your business today?) Marybeth
R: You must be Irish!
M: *begins slamming face into cash register*
The other one today was weird. A painter guy came (I knew he was a painter because his name tag said so...and I can read) in and informed he was going to buy candy. Ten minutes later he bough M&M's. He then wandered off and began reading a book Cody the supplies guy is letting me read. The painter guy comes back, and this is what happens:
P: Can you believe I just dropped half my bag of M&M's?
M: *blank stare* Um...okay...
P: You have really pretty eyes!
And then he walked away. Only, no one ever found his M&M spill and the way he complimented my eyes made me feel like he wanted to eat them....weirdness...
Anyway, new apartment!
Yay!
-embee
I might actually look up Wal Marts policies, I'm pretty sure it's in there.
Anyway, in the way Cindy can't not go a night without being abused by fat Toby Keith lovers, I cannot go a night without someone walking up to me, eyes bright with excitement, exclaiming, " OM(f)G IS THAT YOUR REAL HAIR COLOR!?!?!?"
At first it was kind of flattering that everyone loved it, now its just ridiculous, because the comments that follow it are always just as stupid. Two examples.
Retard: Is that your natural hair color?
Me (bored): Yeah (it's not, but if I say no it's almost like I just broke up with them. Lying is easier)
R: Wow...and with green eyes! You're eyes match your hair!
M: Um...sort of...I guess (except my eyes are green...not red...)
R: What's your name?
M: (looks down at name tag that reads, "My name is MARYBETH. How may I take care of your business today?) Marybeth
R: You must be Irish!
M: *begins slamming face into cash register*
The other one today was weird. A painter guy came (I knew he was a painter because his name tag said so...and I can read) in and informed he was going to buy candy. Ten minutes later he bough M&M's. He then wandered off and began reading a book Cody the supplies guy is letting me read. The painter guy comes back, and this is what happens:
P: Can you believe I just dropped half my bag of M&M's?
M: *blank stare* Um...okay...
P: You have really pretty eyes!
And then he walked away. Only, no one ever found his M&M spill and the way he complimented my eyes made me feel like he wanted to eat them....weirdness...
Anyway, new apartment!
Yay!
-embee
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Working at Walmart
People are just so friendly... and by friendly, I of course mean assholes, and by people I mean customers.
I work in the Deli at Walmart in Kirksville now... and we were closed today because some idiot in back hit the hot water pipe with a pallet lift and so we had no hot water, and therefore couldn't abide by sanitation regulations...
Now, you'd think, upon telling people this, they would realize that:
A. It's the person who drove the lift's fault.
B. There's not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
C. It was not done out of hate to personally inconvenience them.
D. I am not Satan.
But, of course, they do not... well, I mean, some do, but not fat women. I have started to realize that the most bitter, angry, accusing customers, are always fat women. They usually have a child or two with them too.
This one, today, was like, "Must be nice to just sit back there on your ass all day not havin' to do a goddamn thing while the rest of us gotta figure out what the hell we're doin' for dinner now." and I really badly wanted to say, "Looks like you've got a lot of experience sitting on your ass yourself."
And a lot of people would come up to the counter, behind which I had to stand for this specific reason. "You guys closed?" and I would, while looking at the "Closed: No Hot Water" sign and empty cases, say, "yuuuup." and then of course I'd get a "How come?" and I would still be looking at the sign and have to explain that there was no hot water. "What happened?" "Guy ran into a pipe with a lift?" "How'd that happen?" "Dunno I wasn't here." "Is he alright?" "I don't even know who ~he~ is." "Did he lose his job? I'll bet he lost his job." "Sir/Ma'am... I do...not...know..."
And then, I had a couple of people try to convince me to cut their meat anyway, "I don't need hot water." "I can't wash my hands." "So, just put gloves on." "I will lose my job." "I aint gonna tell no body." (a man actually responded with that, to which I actually responded) "Sir, I can see four cameras and at least 5 other sales associates from here."
Honestly, I think it was just "be ridiculous and make the Deli girl hate her life" day.... people kept mocking/scoffing/commenting on how easy my job was to just have to stand there, and I kept thinking, "I would rather slice a hundred hams an hour than listen to all you jackasses bitch at me all day. Believe me."
I work in the Deli at Walmart in Kirksville now... and we were closed today because some idiot in back hit the hot water pipe with a pallet lift and so we had no hot water, and therefore couldn't abide by sanitation regulations...
Now, you'd think, upon telling people this, they would realize that:
A. It's the person who drove the lift's fault.
B. There's not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
C. It was not done out of hate to personally inconvenience them.
D. I am not Satan.
But, of course, they do not... well, I mean, some do, but not fat women. I have started to realize that the most bitter, angry, accusing customers, are always fat women. They usually have a child or two with them too.
This one, today, was like, "Must be nice to just sit back there on your ass all day not havin' to do a goddamn thing while the rest of us gotta figure out what the hell we're doin' for dinner now." and I really badly wanted to say, "Looks like you've got a lot of experience sitting on your ass yourself."
And a lot of people would come up to the counter, behind which I had to stand for this specific reason. "You guys closed?" and I would, while looking at the "Closed: No Hot Water" sign and empty cases, say, "yuuuup." and then of course I'd get a "How come?" and I would still be looking at the sign and have to explain that there was no hot water. "What happened?" "Guy ran into a pipe with a lift?" "How'd that happen?" "Dunno I wasn't here." "Is he alright?" "I don't even know who ~he~ is." "Did he lose his job? I'll bet he lost his job." "Sir/Ma'am... I do...not...know..."
And then, I had a couple of people try to convince me to cut their meat anyway, "I don't need hot water." "I can't wash my hands." "So, just put gloves on." "I will lose my job." "I aint gonna tell no body." (a man actually responded with that, to which I actually responded) "Sir, I can see four cameras and at least 5 other sales associates from here."
Honestly, I think it was just "be ridiculous and make the Deli girl hate her life" day.... people kept mocking/scoffing/commenting on how easy my job was to just have to stand there, and I kept thinking, "I would rather slice a hundred hams an hour than listen to all you jackasses bitch at me all day. Believe me."
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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