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Three magical words

Two. Week. Notice.

Words have never sounded sweeter to my ears.

I gave my two week notice.  It was good.

I’ve never felt better about a decision.

I just cleaned my room.

Packing up.

My whole wardrobe is black.

I can get rid of those when I move.

Things that I really hate about working at Sears.

Today, on my 7 hour and 45 minute shift, I’ve decided to record the things that REALLY bothered me.

1.  It’s Sears.  I hate Sears.

2.  People going to the empty register right next to the one I’m standing at.  That KILLS me.  Here I am, standing at the register I’ve been using all day, 3 feet away, and they DGAF!  I’ll even have a sign up that said “We will help you at the next register.”  They just don’t get it.  This shit happens ALL day.

3.  People who make a return past the 90 day period and expect to get all their money back.  I shouldn’t even be doing the return but out of the KINDNESS of my heart I do it anyway.  BUT, I can only do so much!  They get so mad when I tell them I can only return their items for the lowest sales price in the last 90 days.  Sometimes people return things from Christmas and expect all their money back.   Those people are crazy.

4.  We have this brand for little girls called ,”Bobby Jack.”  It’s spokes animal is a monkey.  A monkey whose name is Bobby Jack.  The only word to describe it: moronic.  They girls love it though!  They always want this monkey on their t-shirts and pants!  There is a shirt that says “TMI BOBBY JACK” with a picture of that stupid monkey.  There is another shirt that says “Cute” on the front with a scantily clad “Bobby Jack” and on the back it says ,”Nerd.” with a scantily clad Bobby Jack (wearing glasses this time.).  I can not express my hate for that brand.

5.  People who ask me if I think an article of clothing they’re holding will fit someone who isn’t there.  A woman came up to me today and said (Hold a woman’s size large t-shirt), “Do you think this will fit my daughter?”  ” I don’t know.”  ”She’s 8.”  ”Well….I don’t fit a size large.”  ”She’s fatter than you.”  ”Maybe.”  Listen lady, I get paid to ring up your shit, not analyze your overweight 8 year old/

*bonus (this has never happened before but it made me mad.)*

This girl comes up to me and goes, “How much is your crib?”  We have multiple cribs. “Which one?”  I ask.  ”The big one.”  They’re all big.  ”Are you having a sale on the big one?”  Wanted. To. Kill.

There are more things that piss me off, I just have a splitting headache that has caused me to forget all.

OHKAY.

Work has been kind of stressful lately.  I haven’t really been doing TOO great with credit card applications.  Standard. I have been working so many hours, I’m beat.  Beat to the brim.  I would like a day off but I won’t ask for it because I know I could use the sweet sweet cash.  Sometimes I really hate living on my phone, because the idea of paying bills is crazy.

That’s why I’m moving back in with my parents!  So I won’t have to worry about living in a cold house, or eating oatmeal for every meal.

SQUEEZE IT OUT OF THEM TILL I CAN’T ANYMORE!

And by squeeze it out of them till I can’t anymore, I mean to squeeze free oatmeal out of them.

And I don’t mean squeeze it out of their bodies.

But out of the store…and having THEM pay for it instead of me.

And maybe getting Quaker brand rather than Safeway brand.

This is about work.

This is also about a dream I had last night that I don’t want to forget because I want to look it up.

I was getting off of a plane and I was “abducted” (is that a real word?  or is that a word I made up in my dream?  And if it’s a real word am I using it in the right context?) by some guy, who also ”abducted” other girls.  We are all sitting in a room, and he said “Make sure your guys’ arms are always up in the air.”  And so our arms were up in the air, for like…..2 days.  And when people’s arms would get tired and they’d let them fall, he’d shoot them.  And so my arms remained in the air, and he never shot me.  And then my parents came.  And I explained to them what happened, and no one was mad at that guy.

Honestly, it was the strangest dream ever.  It might not seem so strange on the computer, but in my mind WOAH.

Anyway, work work work….

I haven’t really gotten many credit card applications.  I might be down 2 or 3. 

BUT

When I was going on my breaks, this girl, Faith, was covering me and she would get 2 credit card applications for each break.  It was INSANE.  I was like “Stop getting those.”  Here I am, struggling for 1 credit card application and there she is….with…18 extra!

Anyway, I had a three day break and tomorrow I go back to work.  This week I only have like 16 hours.  Kind of shitty but….better than 8!

SPRING CLEAN. CLEAN AND BRIGHT. WHATEVA.

Today my shift was from 11-7.  It was a shift of me cleaning.  The whole time.   A lady snapped her fingers at me.  I’m too tired to type. :/

This place is really keeping me on my toes

STRAIGHT UP, I’m walking around on my tip toes!  I don’t want any boss to talk to me because I know the day is coming up.  BUT WAIT!  WAIT!

MAYBE IT’S NOT!  Maybe I WON’T get fired!

Apparently, a couple of the managers really like me and are  ’rooting’ for me. APPARENTLY, I have a trusting personality!  APPARENTLY, I’m still looking for another job LOL!

The other day though…which ever was the last day that I worked, was a pretty good day.

I had 3 credit card applications…that’s all I really needed…3…and apparently I made a couple of people’s days… oh well..You know what I’ll do…I’ll do one of those tumblr.conversation blogs with a couple of the people…

OK, I’ll do that…

THE TALK

Am not going to blog about the talk.  I am talking to you right now about it.