In other news…
This wedding of TBF’s? Is becoming dangerously close to turning me into a Real Girl, much to my girly girls’ delight.
Behold:
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SHEWS.
I’ve also been informed there will be makeup involved.
SAVE ME!
A long day.
It’s currently 1am, and I’m finally at the point where I can stop and know that I’ll actually finish up. It’s been about 13 hours, 1 broken bed, several spider sightings and killings, umpteen garbage bags of 5 years of crap, lots of laughter and “OMG LOOK AT THAT” and pleasant memories as we dug through a whole buncha shit. Some things were collected, oh so much more was tossed out without a second thought, and I can see the floor in my room for the first time in at least five years. And, for the first time in five years, I am sleeping with new pillows, instead of Kevin’s.
It’s a good thing, but I am EXHAUSTED.
It wasn’t as difficult emotionally as I expected, partially because a good portion of that was spent with Peppermist helping, laughing, and generally making a tough job much more enjoyable. The Pup joined in for a while too – but was more intent on finding treasures buried in the pile. Like these:
Those pants shes wearing, that are only a couple inches too big? Those were pants that Kevin wore when we met. He had a size 29 waist then, until I got a hold of him and fattened him up a bit. *L* Needless to say, the pup and Peppermist were thrilled with this discovery, and the pup has decided to keep the pants and ‘grow into them’. *L*
My kids are AWESOME.
I finally located some hats and sunglasses that I had promised the boy too, so he’s happy – even though he has to make a dump run in the next couple days because of the vast amounts of crap we bagged up to toss.
So now, as soon as my comforter is done drying, I’m gonna crawl between fresh brand new sheets and a still warm comforter, curl up around my brand new pillows, and sleep.
It was a long day, but I’m feeling more content than sad, and that, my friends, is something to be glad about.
Monday Bullets…
* And not to shoot yourself with, either, just because it’s your Monday. Heh.
* Funniest return of the past couple days at work:
WA: Is the ladder defective in anyway?
Cust: Not exactly. I just.. uh, didn’t read the capacity…
WA: …capacity?
Cust: Yeah. Um, there’s a lot of BIG BOYS working out there! I brought that ladder and they’re like “YOU can climb on it then..” and so I decided a more sturdy version was totally the way to go!
* 13 more pounds to lose, and I weigh what my license says I do! I’ve been lying on that bad boy for a DECADE. Heh. It’ll be “I weigh that, but I don’t have that chin anymore. SCORE!” Heheh.
* Speaking of customers: really, you’re that pissed about giving me your zip code for survey purposes? Like knowing you live in a certain city will make it easy for me to a: sign you up for a random credit card or b: stalk you? Get over yourself. I don’t even remember what you look like, let alone what your zip code is!
* And also – it’s not MY fault you managed to demagnitize the scan strip on your gift card for $6.72 so that it cannot be used at my register. I tried 15 times. You watched me. You growled at me for not making it work. I called a CSM to get her to try. You yelled because it took so long. (Despite the fact you were separating your huge order into three different transactions AT THE PHOTO COUNTER and I was doing you a FAVOR.) Here’s an idea – keep your card in that fancy little envelope and DONT PUT IT ON MY DEMAGNITIZER THINGY. I’m just sayin…
* And from AP land (asset protection): Dear Tweeker, if you pile up a basket so high it’s over your head (and takes three normally loaded baskets to sort it) and try to simply WALK OUT THE DOOR… we will notice. And stop you. And if you do it again the next day, we will not only stop you, but make you pay for the clothing you CHANGED INTO IN THE AISLES before you leave. And also, thanks for bleeding all over the first batch. That was nice, in that ‘now we gotta hazmat it and if she gave us a disease we’re gonna be PISSED’ kinda way. Do us all a favor and stay outa the store, ok? Ok.
* I bought girly shoes. Peppermist wore them to the Homecoming dance. I will probably kill myself if I try to walk in them, and have another option on the way, so may never actually wear them. But, the fact remains, I bought girly shoes! Peppermist swears that means I’m a real girl. Pffft.
* The nice smelling lotion was another count against me in the ‘Mom’s a REAL GURL’ column. But it smells nice! Tahitian Orchid! Shut up, I’M NOT A GIRLY GIRL.
* AND I only bought a dress because TBF is getting married. That shouldn’t count against me, right? RIGHT.
* Did I mention TBF is getting MARRIED? We’ve only waited 18 years for this! I think that DESERVES a moment of Lessa in a Dress, don’t you? 🙂
* Pictures? What pictures. Pfft. Maybe. 🙂
Dear CoWorkers:
If one more of you comes up and says some version of this:
“I’d love your job! All you do is stand around all day!”
Then I cannot be held responsible for shoving your ass into the cardboard baler.
Just Tonight: Phototech, Electronics, Cashier, Customer Service Desk, Door Greeter AND I got my shit at the photocounter done, ON TIME, including a trip to said baler to toss three days worth of boxes – as the other closer doesn’t bother (don’t EVEN get me started!). I didn’t get my lunch until 6pm – and only then because they HAD too, as I had been at work for 6 hours at that point. Never got my last break, and made it to the baler, to the shredder and clocked out in FOUR MINUTES.
So ya know what? Bite me.
Assholes.
~L
So…
A bit of excitement at work yesterday!
Mr. AP (asset protection) asked for backup, as he needed someone to get into the ladies room where a suspected shoplifter was doing exactly what he alleged she was doing! Now, I’m not much of a lady, but I agreed to go in anyway, and see what I could hear and see. (Not approach her, simply gain info. Dammit. I was looking forward to going all Law and Order on her ass!) It was quite obvious what she was doing.
Alas, she was a bit sneakier than I, and I didn’t find the wrappings right off. However – Ms. Shoplifter? I know your secrets now, and you owe me for the injury suffered while getting the remnants of your nefarious deed from the TP holder!
Think I’m kidding? LOOK:
The redness has faded now, but I am sporting a bruise.
So beware, Shoplifters everywhere… we’re totally on to you! And it’s my bonus you’re stealing – so next time? Law and Order, baby!
(Man, I love my job! 🙂 )
