Just a Matter of Policy

Oh world. I would like to inform you of a certain courtesy when shopping towards the close of business:

Get the frack out of the store at closing time. Or at the very least get in line when you hear that announcement that say "Oh hey there people. Yeah we're closed to you need to come to the check out now."

If a place closes at 11 that does not mean since you're in the store you get to stay as long as you wish. Oh hell no. It closes at 11. That means you need to have your pretty little ass out the doors at that time.

It doesn't mean you can wander the aisle looking for all that you need. Nope, uh uh, no sir-ee.

Last night I had some peach of a woman get pissy because she couldn't stay and shop. She strolled in 5 to closing and I was walking the front checking the aisle so I told her nicely that we were closing in 5 to which she exclaimed "What?! I thought you closed at midnight! Oh what am I going to do?! Oh I'll be fast." She was nice then and I thought that hey maybe she will be out of here quick.

Cut to ten minutes later and she's still out there. A few minutes later the manager rounded her up and oh was she pissy then. "I didn't know you closed at 11!" Bullshit lady I just told you we did. Then she had to be difficult. She got all defensive over her coupon that was only supposed to be used at a different store so to shut her the hell up I took it. Then she was all "Oh I'm not going to shop here anymore. I didn't know you closed."

Cry me a river, princess. You were told. You got the same five minute warning everyone gets. Then you got to shop past close. I don't care if you didn't know the hours were different. It's only been that way for a few years.

I don't know where people get off being such jags. I want to go to where they work and wait until it's time for them to go home and then make them wait on me or whatever. Oh what's that? Oh it's time to go home? Ooooh yeah no not so much see it's still 5 and I'm pretty certain your hours are 9-5 and not 9-4:59 so I  can still be helped until 5 and if we go over, then well we go over.

Buttheads. The whole lot of them. Buttheads. It would be a little different if the people were a little apologetic if they were in there late but no. Most of the time they are in fact buttheads. Snotty, pissy, little punks that need to pull their collective heads out of their asses.

There. I feel a little better. Not a ton but at least I got that off my chest.

While I hate it when people stay late a little bit of me likes it because then I get to make my closed announcement which is fun. And then if that doesn't work I get to start to boot people. And oh that's a joy! It really is.

Ah the little things. They make the day better.

Song O' the Day

Because I love fitting songs, this is my favorite song today.

"What Are You Looking For?"
-By: Sick Puppies

I walk the line of the disappointed
I celebrate when I'm in pain
My heart and mind can be disjointed
I built a bed in this hole I made
I recognize that I'm damaged
I sympathize that you are too
But I wanna breathe without feelin' so self-conscious
But it's hard when the world's starin' at you

Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you working for
What are you searching for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love

You join the line of the getting richer
You keep your pace but it's movin' slow
You are defined by all that you have hoarded
But you're surprised it doesn't fill up the hole.

Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you coping for

What are you hoping for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love

I'll never be what I see on the TV screen
I just keep dreaming of what I'm never gonna be
I can't think of a better way to waste my time then try

Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you hurtin' for
What are you searching for
Love love love love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love love love love

You won't be thinkin' of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what are you workin' for,
What are you waitin' for

Let Down

I think there's two things that I beat myself up over the most. When I make myself seem foolish or stupid and when I disappoint myself.

It's one thing for another person to disappoint me. It's a fact of life. People disappoint. It's going to happen. But it is so different if it's someone else doing the disappointing then if I'm the one I disappoint. It is so much worse. It's that way because in damn near every instance a part of me has doubt. A part of me is second guessing but the rest of me is steaming full-throttle ahead. And then when that bitter moment of disappointment happens the little part of me that was hung from the start pipes up and I just want to scream. I should have known better. I knew from the start that this could happen but I just had to continue.

It's terrible. I don't like it one bit yet here it's happened and it'll continue to happen. That's just the way things go. It wouldn't be nearly as fun to play it safe all the time but in moments like these I wish I had.

This is why I don't like to make a big deal out of things. To get excited over things. I hate the let down. I hate feeling one minute on top of the world, thinking about all the potential, the future what could be and then the next minute-boom- let down.

Aye. Whatever.

A Soliloquy on Snow

I hail from a land where snow falls an average of 50 inches a year. It is nothing new nor is it nothing old that the flurries fly here quite often once the calendar turns past October.

Why is it then in this day and age that when the forecast calls for more then an inch or two people flock to the store like we'll all be home bound for months after the first inch accumulates?

Certain things I can understand the need to get with a snow storm on the horizon. Filling up the car before it starts to fall is alright since you never know if you'll get stuck or how long the commute might be. But groceries?! Come on now. Do a lot of people honestly not have enough supplies to make it through the day they might be stuck in the house? Or at the very most two days?

I can't recall a storm where we've been stuck at home for more then a day. We might not have gone out for two days but had we needed to we could have. And I grew up in the country! The roads were never plowed before 10  a.m.on days following a storm if we were lucky.

And with the rush of people snow brings on comes lines. Oh lines. Long, long, long lines which I have to deal with. Lines that honest to god give me nightmares at night. Lines that I have no control of and try my best to combat but they remain. And people get bitchy with me! With me for the lines because everybody needs to stock up for five inches in the off chance they're snowed in for 14 hours. I'd love to tell people that we can't predict weather. That I'm sorry but there's more then enough cashiers open on a normal day but since Jack Frost decided to precipitate everybody is going buck wild.

Aye. I love snow but I hate it. I love the first snowfall. It's romantic especially at night. I love snow in street lights. I love how quite it makes things. I hate how it makes people buttheads.