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.
Woo. Go me. So exciting. Oh and a mop. I know, even *I* can barely contain my excitement.
Anyway, I’m not dead. I’m just uhm, well, not really having much to say on the blog-front. I do post regularly on my craft blog because I don’t have to really say much there.
I think that my boobs are getting smaller. Can they do that? Why would they get smaller? Maybe I need to go bra shopping. Or get a boob lift or a boob job. Or something. I mean, my boob are my crowning glory! They can’t SHRINK for pity’s sake!
I’m liking my job some more. I did some number figuring and I found that even if I went to get a “regular” job that I’d make about the same monies since I would have to go out of town and pay for fuel costs and bridge tolls and parking fees. So yeah, I guess I’ll stay here a while.
So...like I am going to try to be around the intarwebz tomorrow (Wednesday) and perhaps even on my webcam. Well, I am going to have my nails done in the morning but other than that I’ll be around. Wewt!
Later, y’all!
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.
Hot. Hot. Hot. I’m going to die of the hot.
I know...the last time you heard me bitching about the temperature, I was bitching about it being cold. Well, it got over being cold and went straight to HOT. This makes me pissy. Of course, everything makes me pissy but you know what I mean.
Anyway, I’m hot so I don’t feel like doing much of anything. At LEAST I have off Friday and Saturday and then I work for six days next week. So much for the part-time part of the job, eh. Bleh. Oh, it is temporary but still. I don’t “do” overtime. It isn’t my “thing” like...ever.
OH! I bought a Furminator for Dixie (a little one because she is little, right) and you should see how much fur comes off this little dog. I could knit another dog just like her from the fur I am removing. She isn’t quite sure if she likes it or hates it yet so we’re working a little at a time on de-fuzzing her.
Did I mention that it is hot here? It was well over 100F today. That just isn’t right.
Today is Dixie’s first birthday! Woo hoo! So in honor of her birthday, she’s gotten some yummy food (her most favorite ever) and lots of belly rubs and ear scritches and rump scritches, too!
I have to work today so her party isn’t ‘til this weekend. We’ll have her a proper party then with cake, hats and a balloon. 
Anyway, just wanted to share a few photos of her through this past year. 
LOOK AT THAT CUTE-ASS flopped down ear! I could have just gnawed it right off the top of her itsy bitsy head. It stood up a few days later.
Don’t hate coz you don’t have a pink camo teeshirt with a rhinestone skull on it. If you were Dixie, you’d be cool like this, too. But you aren’t. SO sorry! Look how long her legs are in these photos in proportion to her body. She has grown into those legs now. LOL!
She had been playing in the mud this day and was quite pleased with herself in how dirty she had gotten. Until I picked her up to go give her a bath.
This photo was taken after I spent the afternoon planting pots full of flowers that she and Buddy ate as soon as I went inside to wash my hands or something. Anyway, I came outside and her face was covered in dirt. Now, is this a guilty look or what? And now look how huge her ears are in this picture. She has grown more into her ears. Before she was looking kinda Yoda-ish. Yoooooooooooooda....Y-O-D-A Yooooooooooooooda....teehee
Here she is snuggling with her favorite toy. Buddy.
Before her first hair cut:
After her first hair cut: (Of course the bitch wouldn’t stay still to get a decent damn picture.)
Here she is in one of her Christmas sweaters. With, of course, her Buddy. 
Of course, she also likes Teddy a lot. Teddy likes sleeping on the laptop because it is warm and he’s a whore.
And here is all growededed up Dixie. 
She is my little princess...and she just continues to make me love her more all the time with her goofy antics and how she gets all hepped up about things sometimes. She makes me laugh daily! Stinky rotten thing.
