crossblogging

soemtimes i think i should be cross-blogging (is that even a word?) with www.whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com because there are some terrible terrible terrible instances of people who should NOT breed that shop at my store.

i honestly wish that i could take pictures of some of these people. i mean, it is a cross section of america that makes my eyes pop out of my head.

so last night...

i witnessed a drunk AND pregnant woman buying supplies for her 2 year old son's birthday party with food stamps.

its obviously not the food stamp part that bothers me. : /

oh, and when there is a barrier blocking the one entrance near closing time, do NOT go around it to try to get out of it. its there for a reason, idiots. (the reason being? THE DOOR IS LOCKED).

it kind of freaks me out being the closing cashier at this store, because the front end person leaves a half hour before the store closes. and its just me, a bagger (who generally is special needs), and a mgr who just kinda stay in their office. i feel like this is how horror movies start and i'm totally not into it. yikes.

and to think...i ALMOST thought this would be different

ok. so. i'm almost done with my second week being gainfully (or maybe NOT so gainfully, as i am getting very few hours) employed at a different store in a different part of the country. now, i usually get scheduled at customer service. no. they've been scheduling me as a casheir. which really hurts, because it's SO boring. i can't even. so, i've noticed that almost everyone is a lot nicer than in my old region. and that's great. no one's called me stupid, but others have kinda given me the cold shoulder.

really, the demographic of the citizens of this area is kinda crazy. its like 1/2 white trash methfaces, half yuppies with crazy tans and shorts with whales embroidered on them. and if i have to do one more fucking wic check i'm gonna slap someone.

regardless, the thing that made me most feel like i was at home happened tuesday night. i've been extrordinarily friendly to people and what not, but when this woman asked me "can i talk to your manager?" in such a way that made me think that i did something wrong, i started like shakinnnnng. i guess im so used to crazies blaming me for everything. anyway, so i got my front end mgr and the girl was like "hi how can i help you?" and she's like "i want to complain about the cigarette butts outside" and i was like "phew. well. its not me."

so the mgr came up, talked to the broad, and i guess like...apologized, cause she left. i then later heard my front end mgr telling another girl "yeah she walked past me and was like "COUGH COUGH COUGH ::DIRTY LOOK::" i was kind of like...really? like...is it really that big of a deal? omg there are cig butts outside ALERT THE AUTHORITIES!!! idk, i am clearly all about the environment. but cig butts are realllllly easy to clean up. there is no reason that a customer should have been bitchin about it. idk, but wtf.

oh well.

home for the weekend, USA USA USA! <3