You know how parents and even elders may say, "You need to find a career that you want to dof or the rest of your life so you can go into work every day and NOT hate what you're doing..."? I really thought about that statement - as I am now trying to figure out what the hell I wanna do with my life and I came to a conclusion: It doesn't matter what I choose to do because I am sure there will be days that I'll think to myself, "I really fucking hate this job." This would be because a job is a JOB - work, effort, time, etc...
So, this got me to thinking about Walgreens - I haven't come to feel that I hate it yet (but I figure that'll come eventually as with most jobs). But you know the other day I just wanted to slap the crap outta this lady:
This lady - who yes, looks like she is automatically on welfare - comes into Walgreens. Now, I was on the floor stocking and hanging up signs, etc. NOT OUT AND ABOUT TO BE A PERSONAL SHOPPER FOR SOMEONE! So, this lady crosses my path and she asks me, "Do you have this window fan?" and then "Do you know where I can find these bowls?" and THEN "I can't find these oversized unbrellas, do you think you have any in the back?" I mean WTF? Now, honestly - I don't mind being helpful because sometimes you get a nice little convo going and takes your mind of all the shit you have to do for a few minutes, but this lady just kept asking me like I was Walgreens Employee of the Month (which we don't have by the way). So, anyway I am running around finding all these things for her and then she manages to fill up TWO carts (and I mean they were FULL) of crap! Just shit - nothing useful except for milk and water....?????
So, I opened up the second register knowing that this checkout would take a while...I rang everything up, did her coupons for her (of my own free will - I had to find them in the paper) and bagged everythign accordingly. Her total you say - ah, yes $356.78 At Walgreens, you may wonder? Yes, it is only possible if you can manage to buy the most retarded and useless things in the store. She had like eight slip and slides, three buckets, 12 bowls, three photo albums, about twenty packages of the yellow plastic cleaning gloves...and other things that amount to: taking up a bunch of fucking space.
So, anyway, I rang everything up and then the screen flashes - on the reigster - fatal error has occured, application reloading. WTF? Just my luck - so to end the story - the computer portion of the register fucked up and I had to go and put everything back because she didn't want it! Not to mention that she changed her baby in the freaking front of the store on the countertop next to the register?
Some days I just wanna kill somebody...
Always.
*Caitlin
Sometimes those most worthy of love are not made happy by it. ~Dangeous Liaisons
It is on the strength of observation that one finds a way; so we must dig and delve unceasingly. ~Claude Monet 1840-1926