Sometimes good things happen at work like a reminder that I occasionally need to have faith in humanity instead of figuring you're all a bunch of assholes. Myself included. Fuck you, humanity. But then I met a woman who sort of reminded me of the fact that there are nice people out there and that sometimes, those nice people are completely amazing.
Woman #1 was buying groceries and toys for her grandson who was turning three. Everything was going along swimmingly and we were chattering about how my little brother liked one of those toys and how, yes, it was a lot simpler than that stupid Alphie robot especially for a three year old. Then Woman #1 realized that the person behind her (Woman #2) was buying roses.
Woman #1: Special occasion?
Woman #2: Sad occasion actually...
Instead of feeling like an awkward monster for bringing up a terrible reminder, Woman #1 was entirely smooth. She had finished paying for her stuff by now and said, "I'll pay for the roses." Woman #2 protested of course but Woman #1 went ahead and payed 12 bucks for flowers for someone else. Woman #2 was practically in tears as they walked out of the store in opposite directions, most likely never to meet again.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 3, 2011
Morning On The New Blog
Everyone does this - this blog thing so I'm a bit late jumping on the bandwagon. It might matter if I gave a damn. It's about 40 minutes before I have to clock in for work. As an employee at the Land of Walls (as I really shouldn't be talking about my place of employment apparently - not without written permission anyway. It's like D*sney that way), if I am any sort of late one must "volunteer" to work later to make up for the time difference even though they never get you out on time anyway. Especially if you're a cashier like myself.
Yeah, that's the most fun ever. Thankfully, my CSMs (customer service manager [or something like that]) are generally friendly and they weeded out the bad seed shortly after I gained employment. My scheduler is pretty nice too. I am beginning this lame journey into the life of a Spencer, Iowa hermit a few weeks before my mother's eventual surgery which will fuse her lumbar spine into one giant log of bone. During that time, I will end up being even more responsible than I already am.
Yes, I am a 24 year old woman still living with her mother and my five year old half-brother who has ADHD and potentially an autism disorder of some sort. Since his birth, I have been helping take care of him because my mother is disabled due to her massive amount of back injuries and possibly laziness. Now I sort of hope she never finds out about this blog thing. I don't plan on holding back any of my opinions as I do in the real world. There I am reserved and careful of what I say - for the most part. We have so many arguments about everything from spoons to the way she raises her child. It's maddening to be perfectly honest and I want to just ditch to somewhere else but, well, Land of Walls cashiers don't make a whole lot of money and I really shouldn't abandon the brat to her horribleness.
God forbid I do anything for myself. Now it's time to get dressed and send myself on my way. Not that I drive. Further lack of independence. Woo.
Yeah, that's the most fun ever. Thankfully, my CSMs (customer service manager [or something like that]) are generally friendly and they weeded out the bad seed shortly after I gained employment. My scheduler is pretty nice too. I am beginning this lame journey into the life of a Spencer, Iowa hermit a few weeks before my mother's eventual surgery which will fuse her lumbar spine into one giant log of bone. During that time, I will end up being even more responsible than I already am.
Yes, I am a 24 year old woman still living with her mother and my five year old half-brother who has ADHD and potentially an autism disorder of some sort. Since his birth, I have been helping take care of him because my mother is disabled due to her massive amount of back injuries and possibly laziness. Now I sort of hope she never finds out about this blog thing. I don't plan on holding back any of my opinions as I do in the real world. There I am reserved and careful of what I say - for the most part. We have so many arguments about everything from spoons to the way she raises her child. It's maddening to be perfectly honest and I want to just ditch to somewhere else but, well, Land of Walls cashiers don't make a whole lot of money and I really shouldn't abandon the brat to her horribleness.
God forbid I do anything for myself. Now it's time to get dressed and send myself on my way. Not that I drive. Further lack of independence. Woo.
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