BIG WHOOP.  I ain’t turning soft, Mary Dawn!  Hag.

Anyway, yes, alive.  I am.  NO need to send out a search party (unless the search party is carrying Malibu rum, cheese and chocolate, then by ALL means, send them!)

I’ve just been on a break.  WE WERE ON A BREAK!  I’m not one to overdramatize the whole “taking a break” thing so I just did.  Okay?  Fine.  I’m not saying my break is over.

Anyway, so what is up in my world?  Well....nothing much exciting.  Well...except my brother and SIL are going to have another baby!  They’ll soon have a whole litter of those things running around.  Creepy. 

Work is.....well, work.  Still with the funky hours that drive me insane. 

And on the subject of work....now, y’all know that I work in the drugs/pharmacy part of the grocery store, right?  Well...I do..if you didn’t know.  ANYway.  I am never...ever...ever...surprised anymore at what people do.  I am amazed sometimes but for the most part, I’ve come to expect that they will all be assholes or that they will overshare at some point or that they will be pissed off at the most RUH-tarded thing EVer. 

For example, old men are categorized three ways...really sweet and harmless, lechers, and grumpy old farts with nothing better to do than to be an asshole.  There is one may who when I asked him if I could help him, he replied to me, “I’m standing here ain’t I?” My thought?  Yes, you cantankerous old fart and if you are going to be a rude asshole, then you won’t be standing there much longer coz I’ll knock you down and break your hip.  And let us take for instance the woman who was upset that we didn’t carry unbleached tampons because they regular ones UPSET THE BALANCE IN HER VAGINA.  Thanks for the overshare. 

And then today.  We had a woman who was annoying the piss out of several people because we didn’t have an iced tea pitcher with a spigot spout on it for her.  Seriously.  She was going on for FIFTEEN MINUTES about this stupid-ass pitcher.  And then she went in to how expensive the store had gotten.  DUH BITCH...EVERYTHING HAS GOTTEN MORE EXPENSIVE. . . WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?  And then she went on some more about the tea pitcher.  I was feeling like, “OMFG WE ARE A GROCERY STORE!  IT ISN’T AS THOUGH WE ARE OUT OF MILK OR BREAD.” For fuck’s sake.  Go to Target and Wal-Mart if you want a whole bunch of shit that the GROCERY STORE doesn’t carry and while you’re there buy your stupid groceries so you can get them CHEAP.  Cheap, dumb whore.

Then I have a customer WITH A CHILD...there is a child involved....I just wanted to point that out...that I adore.  I love her and her 4 year old son is so sweet and awesome and such a smart boy!  Why can’t they ALL be like that...with well behaved children and NON-fuck-nutted?

Anyway....enough about that.

OMG I almost forgot!  Have y’all noticed how....LIGHT people are getting?  Like everyone is glowing white for fear that the sun is going to come down and ass-rape them or something.  I mean, I know I am translucent.  I always have been.  But dude, it is SO weird to see everyone so pasty white.

I’m off to eat chips and dip and glory in all thing unnatural to eat. 

Today I went to a few shops in a neighboring city.  The shops that I “needed” to visit were in a part of town that is sort of old-ish and is inhabited by those less fortunate.  (Okay, I went to Big Lots and The Dollar Tree, y’all.  LOL!) Anyway, I noticed something quite, quite annoying when shopping in those two shops.  The employees there could care less that they even have jobs and obviously they think that people who shop there don’t deserve to be treated well as a customer. 

The first store I visited was Big Lots.  I went in, found what I was looking to buy (scrapbooking crap) and proceeded to the cashier.  She rang my order wordlessly and when I handed her my debit card, she said her first words to me, “ID.” That was it.  Two letters she grunted at me.  Then she ran my card and plopped the paper down on the counter along with a pen and said her second thing to me, “Sign.” Ooooooooookay.  So I did and thanked her and she managed to spit out the word, “Thanks.” before shoving my receipt at me and moving on to the next person in line.  Wowza.  I was floored.  I mean, I work in retail.  I do.  I do it because, well, for one I am good at it and for another I don’t want to go anywhere outside of my town.  I understand the hard work that these people do.  I understand that some customers are real ASSHOLES.  But me?  I am not.  I can be a difficult customer if I want to be but today, I was not. 

The second shop that I visited was The Dollar Tree.  God.  I got the crap that I went for (clothespins) and proceeded to the cashier.  I placed my items on her counter (I had three) and wordlessly she rang my order.  She didn’t even tell me the total.  I handed her my four single dollar bills and she made change from her till then shoved the change at me along with my receipt.  Not a single word was uttered by her.  Not a fuck you.  Not an amount total.  Nothing.  Was she mute?  No.  She was not as she didn’t have a problem speaking to a co-worker.  I mean, MY GOD.  Are you serious?  If you dislike your job that much then fucking quit and do something else.  Can’t do anything else?  Then FUCKING GET OVER YOURSELF. 

So, in closing, I would like to take this opportunity to say, “THANK YOU!” to everyone that never got a thank you or a word grunted at them before in a store or shop.

Work sucks but I’m bored with bitching about that.  Doug is gone this week to a conference.  The dogs are good.  The cats are good.  No one has pissed me off much.  There isn’t anything I’m watching on television.  I haven’t seen any good movies lately.

I am boring. 

I don’t even have any pictures to share. 

Feh.