An open field and a baseball bat.

Today I wanted to pull an Office Space. I wanted to take my register (I don't know what part, the scanner part) go to an empty field and whack it a couple times with a baseball bat. Bust it. See pieces of it fly. Get some satisfaction out of destruction. I was really getting pissed at it. I ask only one thing of a register and that is for it to scan. I have a rhythm. I do things and I do them my way and when a register isn't scanning my rhythm is thrown off. Rarely at this point in my cashier career (um yikes! it is so not a career. If that was my career I'd be depressed and drinking a fifth of vodka) does it take more than one swipe to get something to scan. Two is acceptable. But no more. Some items are red flagged in my head as problematic in scanning then I can prepare but when something as simple and fast as cereal or soda isn't scanning then I get Pissed Off with a capital P and O. *breathe*

Today some lady's bread or something got stuck down at the end of the belt out of my reach and when I asked her if she could slide it to me or at the least on the belt so I could turn it on and have it come down and she looked at me like I was absolutely crazy for asking. In my head I was saying "well I can't Go Go Gadget my arms so shimmy the three and a half steps and knock it on down here lady"

aye yi yi. Working in a grocery store just really makes me doubt humanity. And makes me think that people are in fact stupid by nature. Don't get me wrong. There are some really nice people. Some people who are easy going who don't have a kinipshit. For every 10 passable people there is at least one that makes me some what annoyed. And then there are a handful everyday that make me want to scream. I don't know where people get off getting rude. I'm doing my job mmk? Don't tell me how to do it. I don't tell you how to do yours. Granted there are some complete morons in the grocery industry but take a looksee and see that I am not one of them before you start with your stares and your 'tude.

End. Rant.

So um, how's it going ya'll? Yikes. I really don't like when people say ya'll and aren't from south of the Mason-Dixon line.

Ok well it's getting late-ish. Almost time for some sweet dreams. Nighty night.