I'm kidding, I'm kidding, hang up the phone.





i'm watching shorts on youtube 'cause i can't sleep. i forgot how totally amazing they are. i was dying all over again during Keeping Clean and Neat.

"First of all, form the habit of getting up in plenty of time..."
"To sober up."

Well this Christmas was one for cookbooks - I got three!

One of them has a chicken caccitore recipe that looks easy and I intend to make it in a few days time.

The recipe calls for half a bottle of chianti. Now we don't have any chianti in the house and don't really want to buy some. We have various reds and whites available though. What would be the best substitute? And also, how much, volume wise, is half a bottle of chianti?

Recap: Cashier/Self-checkout attendant in Midwest grocery store chain.

Dear customers,

Yes, people have been asking all day what time we close, it's at 5PM. Saying "that's wonderful, you guys deserve it!" and wishing us the happiest holiday really makes our day. However, dear customers, when we announce half an hour before we are closing soon, please don't try to take your sweet time shopping. We'd like to be outta here right around closing. To the customers who try to walk in our open door (which we were actually about to lock up), please leave. We have about three employees (two of them store managers) telling you to get out, especially since it's after 5 and we'd like to go home to celebrate the holiday with our family and friends. Saying "but I just need this ONE thing" or "I NEED cigarettes" is not going to cut it. If you REALLY need cigarettes, there's still about a dozen gas stations open, go to them.

Thanks for your time,

invaderscythe

My grandmother had the greatest sense of humor.

I'm sad I never really got the chance to know her.

You know it's going to be a bad transaction when someone starts bitching the moment they walk up to the counter. This past week, at your friendly local long-distance train station, a real treasure of a man walked up to the ticket counter. On a relevant side note, we are located on the second floor of the building. The sign when you enter the building says "(RRCompany) 2nd Floor" with an arrow that points up the stairs.

ESJ = Entitled, Selfish Jerkwad
Me = Ticket clerk of Awesome :P

ESJ: You know, you guys should really have a sign that you're open.
Me: *boggles* Huhwha?
ESJ: The window downstairs is all locked up. The window that says Ticketing.
Me: Oh, you mean the bus counter?
( Part the first, in which ESJ proves himself inobservant of our copious signage )
ESJ: Well I couldn't find it and I'm not stupid.
Me: *trying very hard not to contradict him on that* So, do you have a reservation?
( Part the second, in which ESJ's $2 discount is more important than my job, apparently. )
Really?? That kind of temper tantrum over less than $2? Dude, grow up. I'm pretty sure keeping my job is going to win between that and your $2 discount. Just count yourself lucky you came on a day that I was working, and not one of the grumpy old curmudgeons who would yell right back at you.

I wear a red shirt at a department store in Australia.
I had the glorious shift in the middle of the day, which meant I didn't have to open or close, just walk around keeping the place clean, and deal with crazy people.
We have a deal in men's wear for selected jeans or shorts for $15 a pair.
I had to explain to a man multiple times that it was $15 for A pair of jeans or shorts, not for a pair of a pair of jeans or shorts.
After each explanation of "It's $15 for one pair" he would reply "yes one pair, two!"
I got a little irritated with having to repeat myself over and over but think it's just completely amusing!

Christmas here was a glorious 25 (celsius!), nice and warm and gloriously sunny. In fact, Christmas dinner this year was low key - steaks on the barbecue and salads. We had no family around, so we didn't bother making a huge meal.

I did make an effort with the cake.

( details under the cut! )

To everyone who responded- to this post:

I was really freaked....

First off, thank you. I'm having a LOUSY week (i hate my job and the holidays and this hair thing was just like the icing on the s**t cake)
Second off:
I tentatively think its breakage. I'm FOR SURE going to ask my dr about it on Monday because if there's something wrong with hormones it needs to be fixed ASAP. I had a hard time getting preggers (year and 1/2 and they were literally 1 week away from putting me on fertility drugs) and I don't wanna loose this kiddo.

BUT today I braided it VERY gently, and put it in a bun under a silk scarf. I just took it down and combed it out, and I've got approximately 40 hairs as opposed to the HANDFUL that i was getting every single time I touched my hair. I honestly think its the dry weather and the texture change, but i'm still going to ask my doc JUST IN CASE. - I think it was just breaking because it was so tangled constantly, and the coconut oil even after washing out makes it nice and slippery. Its VERY soft now, and I think the coconut oil is a WONDERFUL conditioner and plan on using it again. Even if it does make me smell like a pirate.


My mother's theory is that the baby is also a redhead and that he's stealing my hair.... (i do hope that part of that is true, I REALLY want a Ginger kid.... ha ha!!!)

More suckage from the game speciality store in Ireland! We were open on Christmas Eve until 5, and it had been a steady flow of crazy busy-ness all day long. At one point, the till queue snaked around the shop and out the door, and we had to get centre security to watch the queue and make sure nobody nicked anything.

I was prepping the queue, i.e. wearing a Santa hat, thanking custies for being so patient, and asking what the wanted. Because nothing is out "live" on our shop floor (we either have demo/dummy boxes or live product if it's under €25) the staff have to fetch everything and bring it to the tills. At Christmas, this can make things slow, so we had all our tills running and every spare member of staff working on prepping the queue.

I noticed one customer had a bix cardboard box with him, and thinking he wanted to trade in an old console, I approached him. (See my first game store suck for why I hate trade-ins! ) We have to test EVERY console that comes in, due to the fact that we will be selling them on.

I will now transfer you to the Department of Script Format for easy suck shareage!

FEATURING AN ALL-STAR CAST OF:

Me: Game Slave!
TIG: Trade-In Guy!
SSA: Senior Sales Assistant!
SM: Store Manager!
IXB: Innocent X-box 360 Elite

( It's better than a Christmas Pantomime... )Edited to add an LJ cut!