Friday, January 28, 2011
Hibernation Station
I'm still Non-employed and not looking. Probably in Feb. when I find out Mom's back situation.
I started taking a bunch of new Meds that were chosen by healthcare professionals, strictly on the basis of being on the $4 Generic list.
I somehow whacked my back out last weekend. I blame the Big Bissell Of Evil. 2 days in bed with an ice pack on my butt was helpful.
I talk to people on my phone that actually survived the Potty Swim. Sorority Girl fills me in on Housemate Drama and Cape Cod Kid tells me all about his trip to Atlantic City and his new tattoos (that he didn't get in Atlantic City)
I take 2 to 3 mile walks (if the temperature is over 60) and 2 to 3 hour naps (if the temp is under 60)
I'm doing a book of 80 crossword puzzles at the rate of about 5 a day.
I talk Mom down from her moving/house selling/Nasty relatives anxiety.
I eat Saltines with Peanut Butter for lunch.
I spent 5 hours looking at weather maps and standing on the porch during a wicked storm and tornado warnings.I swore the lightning was hitting our parking lot.
I have pretty much perfected my recipe for Almost Sugar-Free Fruit and Oatmeal Bars.
Blogs, blogs, blogs, facebook, MahJong. Blogs, blogs,blogs, HuffPo, facebook, MahJong.
Today Show, Regis and Kelly, Today Show, The View, News, All My Children, The Talk, Ellen, Oprah, News, Jeopardy. My boyfriend Steven Tyler on American Idol. All caught up on Grey's Anatomy and The Big Bang Theory.
Read...Pillhead: The Secret Life Of A Painkiller Addict by Joshua Lyon...The Shack by William P Young...ROOM by Emma Donoghue. All three of them made me think about a LOT of things that I can't begin to explain.
The problem with hibernation is that I enjoy it WAY too much.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Life On Hold
She's having back surgery. No, she's not. Yes, she is. No, she's not.
Maybe...Doctor in Florida next week. New Doctor in Boston in Feb.
She's selling her house in FL. No, she's not. Yes, she is.
I'll be spending a lot of time in the little tin can in the Tin Can retirement village.
I WILL scout out a place with internet access.
I Will Survive (and now I'm singing Gloria Gaynor)
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Land Of Hardly Working
When I'm there, I have to psych myself up to convince people they need to start buying HOLIDAY PRODUCTS! Because C'MON PEOPLE, IT'S OCTOBER!!
I haven't posted about what I'm doing with all my free time. I confess, I'm not doing much of anything with my free time. I'm about 4 feet into knitting a scarf for Cape Cod Kid. He's 6'3" tall, so I'm guessing the scarf will have to be about 8 feet long to wrap around twice and reach his waist.
The TV is on for at least 15 hours a day. I'm all caught up on All My Children and One Life To Live. I saw Ali MacGraw and Ryan O'Neal on Oprah and remembered my 7th Grade self and my best 7th Grade friend, Susan, holding hands and weeping in the movie theater in 1970.
We made a late night trip to Sorority Girl's house so her daddy could plunge the toilet. That's 2 hours of our lives we'll never get back!
Mr Sunshine took me on an adventure the other day. He asked me to take a ride to the farm market. The next time we go, I'm taking pictures of all the things that skeeve me out in the meat market.
I figured we'd be home in about 90 minutes. HA!!
First we went to the big giant car wash, then we hit a traffic snarl on I-4, got off the highway and waited for a VERY.....LONG.....TRAIN to pass, wound our way through the city and hit the market.
On the way home we found ourselves in another huge traffic snarl on I-4. It turned out to be a 30 mile back-up because a truck driver fell asleep at the wheel and flipped his semi. We got off the highway again, stopped for lunch and finally got home about 4 hours after we left the house!
Tonight, SG and I are going to a 31 Purses party I'll let you know if I get anything cute.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
And The Poo Hit The Fan
I love going to work and hanging out and chatting with the customers, doing visual displays and
OCD'ing the bottles of shower gel into perfectly straight rows.
Dealing with no-show co-workers, flooded stores at 3am, paperwork that disappeared into the Bermuda Triangle of the manager desk, payroll projection estimates.....I just popped another 5 grey hairs on my head as I was writing this.
I have given my notice to step down to my previous sales associate position and my replacement starts in 2 weeks. While I was on vacation, our assistant store manager gave two weeks notice and the other person who had a position equal to mine was fired.
I REALLY tried to give this girl the benefit of the doubt. She was the kind of person my sister and I call Pitiful Pearl. She was kind of clueless and very much over her head in the position.
I won't get into why she was hired in the first place.
It turns out she was also (allegedly) stealing from the store. She (allegedly) did a bunch of fraudulent returns USING MY REGISTER LOG-IN NUMBER!!!! We also suspected that she was (allegedly) stealing from the register funds at night after the drawers were counted.
I had reported her to Loss Prevention when the opening drawer funds were short after she counted them the previous night.
She underestimated the power of our Loss Prevention contact in the company. His little laptop has magical programs that can unearth info that we don't see on our back office computer.
So, now my boss had to hire 3 new managers. Miss Nay-Nay is gone, but if I ever see her on the street, I will rip that weave right off the top of her tiny little head.
Monday, April 26, 2010
More Of The New
Speaking of NEW....last week I got to see a very new baby. When my kids were babies, my next-door neighbor had babies the same age. She was a teacher and decided to get her day-care license. When I went back to work a few years later, she took care of my kids. Now her oldest daughter lives in Florida and has a 3 week old baby boy. My friend and her husband were down from Massachusetts to see their first grandchild, so Sorority Girl and I went on a roadtrip to see them all.
Ohhhh. It REALLY made me want to be a grandmother. I got to snuggle that little muffin quite a few times in the 3 hours that we visited. It was really sweet to see someone that I've known since she was born, now a great, laid-back Mom herself.
Last night was a new work experience for me. The HUGE organizational challenge that my boss gave me was pretty much an EPIC FAIL. The map was already done and I was in charge of executing the merchandise move. It just WOULDN'T WORK with the stockroom space that we have. It's a good thing my boss had stayed to help me (after he had already worked a full day).
I'm one of those really good employees, if you tell me what to do, I'll get it done. I'm not used to being the one to tell others what to do. Finally at 9pm, with about 80% of the job done, I made the executive decision that we would all go home. I'm going to go to work an hour early today and try to finish the job myself. I have about 38 shelves that have to be color-coded and labeled. I'm locking myself in the room and getting it done.
I see large amounts of Coke Zero in my day.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Friday Night At The Maul
I need to address a few issues:
Is this a food court or a high school cafeteria? Holy Chick-fil-A! Teenagers in groups of 15 and 20. Really loud teenagers.
Speaking of Chick-fil-A, I'm going to say something that may get my ass kicked back to Massachusetts. In attempting to eat something healthy from the foodcourt, I've been avoiding the 3 Asian places, Mickey D's, Auntie's Ginormous Pretzel Store and Big Gigantic Cinnamon Bun Store. I have tried to eat the Grilled Chicken Sandwich at Chick-fil-A. I have even tried to LIKE the Grilled Chicken Sandwich at Chick-fil-A.
I REALLY don't like the Grilled Chicken Sandwich at Chick-fil-A. They are one of the most boring things on the planet. I think not liking Chick-fil-A is the sort of thing that's frowned upon in the South. They really love their Chick-fil-A. That's because they're eating the Chick-fil-A Chicken Sandwich that has 17!!!!!!!!! grams of fat.
I'll stop saying Chick-fil-A now.
Speaking of teenagers, now I'm going to say something that may make mothers of little white tweenagers really mad.
WTF????? Do you ALL drop your little girls off at the mall on Friday nights, dressed like little prostitutes? Do you know they come into our store and TRASH the place? 90% of these bands of roaming Britney Spears Wannbees spent the evening taking things off the display tables and dropping them on the floor. When we asked them to pick up the items, they rolled their eyes and giggled. We strongly suspect a few of them did a little shoplifting.
Can I give a SHOUT OUT to ALL the little African-American and Caribbean tweenage girls who came into our store tonight? You behaved yourselves like young ladies. You were respectful toward us and our store. Your Mamas must be really proud of you. I did realize that many of you were WITH your Mamas, but I bet you behave the same way when they're not around.
I LOVED the Asian woman who came into the store and kept showing me products and asking me "What is this?". After I told her a few of the names, she said "I'm learning my English!"
Why haven't I bought stock in Build-A-Bear? I saw at least 25 boxes from their store tonight.
It's midnight and I have to be back at the
Saturday, February 27, 2010
My Promotion Training Survival Guide
- Stay within the same company. This is helpful in knowing the lingo required for your new job. You have either seen the words on company memos and bulletin boards, or you have heard them come out of someone's mouth at work. I haven't used the training glossary yet.
- Do not be an insomniac. I usually get my best sleep from 3AM to 10AM. This is not a good idea when your training sessions start at 9AM and you have to wrap your brain around comparison graphs and focus plans.
- Bring sunglasses. I'm training in another store in our district. I brought my reading glasses. I wasn't told that I would be spending many hours in a 8 foot x 8 foot room with enough lighting for an indoor sports stadium. How do you spell EYESTRAIN? The next day I wore my reading sunglasses and my eyes thanked me.
- Wear Comfortable Pants. I wasn't sure if I would be on the sales floor my first day, so I wore dress pants, a blouse and dressy shoes. I spent the day in a room the size of my bathroom, sitting on a metal folding chair, with a room temperature usually favored by Polar Bears. The second day, it was elastic-waist pants, a comfy long-sleeved t-shirt and my Mary Jane Sneakers.
- Bring A Snackwagon*. The first day, I brought an apple and a few $$ to get a Smoothie on my break. By 4PM I wanted to zzzzzzz and had to make an emergency Barnie's run.The second day, I brought an apple, almonds, raisins, water, Coke Zero. Today I brought Chik-fil-A, an apple, a Godiva Sugar-free dark chocolate bar and willingly inhaled the piece of strawberry cheesecake that was offered to me.
I have 3 days next week to finish my training. I think I'll survive.
* I should copyright the term "snackwagon". I coined it when I had a hypoglycemic co-worker. He always came to work with a backpack full of snacks, in case of an unexpected blood sugar crash.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Here Comes The Sun(shine)
There has been a bad combo here in The Treehouse of too many hours working, too many days off sleeping until 4pm and too many late nights Olympic watching. Grey skies and cold temperatures make me depressed. If I wanted to spend my January days in 3 layers of clothes, I would have stayed in Freeze-a-chusetts. The other side effect of hibernating in the Sleep Number Bed is that the apartment looks like a tornado came through.**No hideous messy apartment pictures**
I've hinted around that things were changing at work. I can talk about it now, because I am officially on the management team at the Shower Gel Store. My title is Cash and Sales Lead.
It's not a full-time position, but with the increase in hours and pay, I have the potential to make twice as much money in 2010.
Sorority Girl has 10 more months of school, then I can possibly move out of Land Of The Uninsured! I can get new glasses! I can go to the dentist!
There are a few things I would like. I want to get a pedicure more than 3 times a year. I want some new work clothes. I'm on Year 4 of my two pairs of black dress pants and my 2 pairs of black work shoes. I want to save up and take Tom and I on a Legendary Rhythm And Blues Cruise. I would like a new comforter set and drapes for my bedroom.
My new position starts next Monday. Mom is coming tomorrow, to spend a week and watch the Olympics on the BigAss TV. So, now I'm spending the rest of the day making the apartment "Grandma Clean".
Friday, January 29, 2010
How Can I Work AND Blog?
There's a file in my brain marked "bloggy ideas" that is getting full. I'll give you the short (extremely short) versions, because I don't know when I'll get around to actually turning them into real posts.
FACEBOOK- I really enjoy spending (too much) time there. I only play Bejeweled Blitz. I enjoy the Chat feature.
BOOKS- I read Sacred Hearts by Sarah Dunant, Hurry Down Sunshine by Michael Greenberg and now I'm reading The Help. I LOVE this book! The book sparked a conversation with my husband, that I'm sorry I started. It was about childhood memories. It was a little bit painful.
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES- My husband thinks kids don't remember the first 5 years of their lives. Geez, I could write a book!
POLITICS- I've decided that I probably won't ever discuss politics with anyone outside of my family again. The resulting conversations give me anxiety attacks.
OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOGS- I haven't had access to my computer for a few months. My list of favorite blogs are in there. My 1,000 photos are also in there. There are blogs I haven't read in at least 2 months, because I can't remember the names of the blogs. I miss some of those blogs and have tried to find them on search engines, with no success. I really need to create a blogroll here.
SORORITY GIRLS- I know they get a bad rap, but I need to write about some Sorority Girls that I think are pretty awesome.
I need to get ready for work. Have a great weekend.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Getting My Butt Kicked. And It Hurts!
Santa brought a Wii because a lovely local blogger Miss-Britt invited me to a WiiFitPlus launch party back in November and I came home with a free WiiFitPlus!
Did you know when you lose 46 pounds you get FLABBY? I was SHOCKED!
I also hate to exercise, but this is so much fun that I'll exercise for an hour at a time. I'm happy about it, but my butt is complaining. I didn't know I had any muscles back there.
I discovered that I completely suck at Yoga (I have serious muscle atrophy from being off my right leg for 4 months when I had foot surgery), there are exercises to tone my Bingo Arms (those old lady floppy bags where your triceps are supposed to be), and I ROCK at aerobic exercise.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Another Update?
I've had a bit of a sinus headache for a few weeks, but it is pollen season down here (When the temp drops, all the plants and trees that have been dormant for the summer start to bloom). But now I have an earache and a scratchy throat.
Somebody gave me an illness and I'm afraid it might be my Sorority Girl (she had it for 6 weeks!)
I started getting comments on a post I wrote 18 months ago! I've written over 200 posts here, and less than 5 of them have been about Fibromyalgia. My profile says I try not to whine about my health. Apparently ONE troll has only read ONE post and decided I'm a whiny drama queen.
Of course, it was an anonymous troll and obviously a troll that doesn't have Fibromyalgia.
Friday night,we went to see Robin Williams. We had tickets to see him in the Spring, but he had to get a new heart valve and just rescheduled his FL shows.
He did 90 minutes, while barely stopping for breath. He even made sips of water part of his routine. It was definately a show "for adults only". His best stuff was about the committees that designed men's and women's bodies, Viagra and his heart surgery. He threw in some great local humor.
Grandma Sunshine arrives in FL tomorrow. We'll take her down to her place and get it opened for the winter and get her car back on the road.
SHOWCASE OF CITRUS is open for the season! We're hoping to get there this weekend and get lemons and Ruby Red Grapefruit.
Next Saturday, (at 6am, when I show up at work with a gallon of coffee) officially starts Winter Retail Forest season. Longer work hours (ok with me). I got a sneak peek at some of our holiday decor for the store and I really love it.
I'm reading Julie and Julia again. I read it before I saw the movie, and after attempting to slog through some Jane Austen, I decided to go for something light.
I'm off to eat breakfast and (maybe) go to work and (maybe) unpack 100 boxes.
Stay tuned for (probably) another update in about a week.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I May As Well Get Out Of Town
This seems to be the norm here in the Summer Retail Sunshine State. I'm working less than 10 hours a week and this is how I'm spending most of my time.
- up to my neck in the condo pool (today there was serious lizard sex going on, 2 feet from my chair),
- on facebook
- discussing family genealogy with my brother (we may be part Canadian Indian and we are definately descendants of Acadian people who were exiled from Nova Scotia-like the characters in Longfellow's poem about Evangeline)
- playing MahJong Solitaire online ( I was ranked #37,000 in the world today)
- reading....loved The Guernsey Literary And Potato Peel Pie Society and laughed my ass off at Bitter Is The New Black. I'm halfway through Bright Lights, Big Ass.
- getting hooked on Ruby. I watched all of last season and started watching this season. She has lost over 350 pounds!!
Since I'm not working.....and it's summer (it BETTER be warm and sunny), I decided to turn my trip to MA from 1 week into 2 weeks in August. We're planning an early surprise 75th birthday party for my Mom, a little time on the Cape and see CAPE COD KID, and hopefully all my nieces and nephews and siblings.
Would you believe I lived in MA for 49 years and NEVER went to Lexington and Concord? My darling Revolutionary War fan Daddy probably just rolled over in his grave when I said that. I'm going to spend a day or 2 up there.
Mom has her usual Honey-Do list for me. Wash her windows, go up and get stuff out of the attic...which is actually a good thing. I want to see if there are any old family photos up there and make copies for myself.
And of course, once again I'll be in the Land Of Dial-Up Internet.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Retail Shenanigans
It's called Retail Shenanigans!!
He is a retail manager for a giant office supply store that starts with an S.
I am a retail worker bee for a Shower Gel Store.
Every night we tell each other stories. He tells me how worker bees drive him crazy and I tell him how the manager drives me crazy.
Here is one of his rants...
Associate: I forgot to punch in.
Me: Sucks being you and not getting paid!
Associate: Well, yeah, but you can fix it.
Me: Oh, so you LIKE making more work for me, do you??? How 'bout I give you NO HOURS next week, that way you won't have to worry about punching in and out every day. Chucklehead!
Here is one of my rants...
Manager screwed up the payroll to the tune of 130 hours over the course of 3 weeks. So everyone that isn't management got cut down to 3 hours this week. Except me....they like me so I got 7.5
So I worked Wed night and was supposedly off until next Tuesday night...until 10AM Friday when I got a call that said """how soon can you be here!!!"""I worked noon to 7:30...just me and Manager. Then I got a call on Sunday morning ""how soon can you be here!!!""" I worked 2 to 6:30.
After that we regale each other with stories of clueless customers.
Here is one of his stories...
Customer: Do you work here?
Me: No lady, I just like getting up at 5 am and leaving my idylic coastal Mayberrry and driving though the hideous traffic to come here to this hellhole of a shopping center and hang around the pen aisle wearing this dorky plastic name tag.
Customer: Do you sell pens?
Me: Shoot me.
Here are two of my stories...
3 Customers in a row...I ring up $100 worth of shower gel and room fresheners and I look up and they're all back in line to do returns...
so they can repurchase with a 20% off coupon that they forgot in their car.
Today a customer came in and said "Last week I was here and the promotion was Buy 3, Get 3 free". I want to return these 3. These are the ones I paid for, not the free ones.
My manager offered to give her half of what she paid for all 6. The customer then proceeded to scream the F-BOMB multiple times in multiple sentences and stormed out of the store. The lady behind her said, "I know that woman, she is rude and mean. I see her in my church every Sunday!"
My brother and I joke that we should write a book called
Retail Managers Suck! NO! Retail Worker Bees Suck!
And sometimes Retail Customers Also Suck!
And every single word of this is true.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The 6 Day Manager-Induced Vacation
There are things I can do to fill the time. That's never a problem with me.
I need to freeze the newest batch of blueberries I brought back from the farm yesterday, find a decent Tuna Casserole recipe that doesn't involve Cream Of Anything soup.
I plan to write an email to my nephew who is spending his summer semester in Australia. I'd like to do a blog post on the last few books I've read.
I get to go to a friend's birthday party at a swanky bowling alley. She's a little bummed about turning 36.
I need to do some exercising in the pool, in between vegging out in a pool chair.
I really want to visit an old family friend. She has been dealing with her husband's Alzheimers for a few years and now has been diagnosed with cancer.
She lives 2 hours from here, so the visit would be possible, if she is up to it.
I have a stack of CD's to be downloaded into my iTunes....James Taylor, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Credence Clearwater Revival, Norah Jones, George Michael and Sacred Ritual Music of the Tibetan Monks.
Will I get the whole list done in 6 days?
Monday, June 8, 2009
De-stressing In The Land Of Facebook and iPod
I woke up Saturday morning with a whole new attitude. My new Work Mantra is Show Up-Perform Tasks-Get Check. I am removing myself from all the drama.
Since I had the weekend off, I decided to focus on the things that are making me REALLY happy these days.
I made a big pot of meatballs and sauce and called Sorority Girl to come and spend the weekend. While she was here she painted my toenails, introduced me to The Real Housewives Of New Jersey (no comment) and we played with my new toy.

Now my new green iPod has about 700 songs on it.
I did something I SWORE I would never do.

Sunday, May 17, 2009
The German Bakery Story-Part 1
When I lived in MA, I worked for Home Instead Senior Care. We provided home care and support for elderly people in their homes. I was willing to take the training to care for people with Alzheimers and dementia. It was the hardest job I've ever had.
Mrs G had Alzheimers. I came into their home at a time when Mr G was trying to work in their home office on the second floor of the house. Mrs G didn't want Mr G to leave her sight and he needed someone to keep her company downstairs, do a little grocery shopping and cook their main meal of the day.
The G's had come to the US from Germany in the 1950's. He was an expert in Biodynamic and Organic gardening. Like many Europeans, they ate their largest meal at noon. We discovered quickly that my usual lunch for clients that consisted of soup and sandwiches wouldn't do. Mrs G ate like a bird, but she ate well if the meals were German dishes that tasted, to her "just like home".
Mr G was willing to teach me not only German cooking, but ORGANIC German cooking. Their kitchen was an amateur cook's dream. There was a large cupboard full of Le Creuset cookware and a large center island with the gas stove and oven built in.
Three mornings a week I showed up at 9am. Mr G would ask what I planned to cook that day. Then he would go out to his garden with a big basket and bring back whatever vegetables and herbs I needed that day. He taught me to make Spaetzle, Sauerbraten, German Potato Salad, Cucumber Salad and Goulasch.
The G's had chocolate every day after lunch and always shared. At 4pm, they would have coffee and sweets. Sometimes I made them a pie. People who visited would bring pastries. We were thrilled when Panera and Trader Joe's finally arrived on Cape Cod.
The G's decided move back to Germany just about the time I was planning to move to FL. I read a couple of articles about a famous German Bakery in Central Florida. I told Mr G that I would try to find it someday.
Last Monday night I had a dream that Mr and Mrs G were in. I don't remember too much about the dream except that they were there. Tuesday, we found the German Bakery.
And we weren't even looking for it. I took pictures.
The rest of the story.....soon.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
KlutzPrincess Is Getting Out Of Hand

Last night, in a hurry to stock the shelves at work and get home to see the last 10 minutes of American Idol, I sliced my hand open again.
You know that webbing of skin and stuff that holds your thumb to your index finger? I split it wide open with the biggest, dirtiest box cutter in the world.
It hardly bled, but from the pain, I guess I cut about 12 different nerves.
I put on my I AM NOT A WIMP hat and refused to let my boss call an ambulance. It was a competition to see which one of us would pass out first. I almost won when the room starting spinning and I had to sit down so she could dump half a bottle of H2O2 on it.
It was AN INCIDENT! So she filled out an INCIDENT! report.
I don't think it could have been stitched, in such a wonky place. So I loaded it with Neosporin and have 4 layers of bandages and tape and a pressure glove on it. And I ate a Ghiradelli-Heath Toffee-Walnut Brownie.
If it doesn't seem like it's healing, I'll have my doctor check it out.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Job News And A Love Story
Have been asked back for a second interview this afternoon. There is a teeny-tiny-pinpoint of light at the end of the tunnel.
Now, on to the LOVE`STORY. PART 1.
I take you back to 1972. I know, some of you weren't born yet, or were teeny-tiny babies.
I was a teenage Band Geek with no visible self-esteem. He was the new guy in town, football player with an ego to match his broad shoulders. He talked back to teachers. And he had a really cute Southern accent.
A year later he was dating my best friend. Football player had a career-ending knee injury. He and I flirted shamelessly all the time he was dating my friend. She knew she was moving far away at the end of the school year. She told me that he was going to move to Florida as soon as they were 18 and marry her. If I planned to date him after she was gone, she would never speak to me again.
School ended. No sooner did her family's car pull out of the driveway than he was sitting on my front porch. And he was there every night for the rest of the summer.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Dear Customer: You Made Me Cranky
This is a STORE. Not your LIVING ROOM. You can go home now. Thank You.
Dear Customer: You, with the screaming toddler. Talking to the other woman with a screaming toddler. It is 12:30PM. Your toddler is HUNGRY. Your toddler needs a NAP. You can go home now. Thank You.
Dear Customer: You, who wants to go out of our stockroom door to the parking lot. NO, YOU CAN'T. I'm not even allowed to go out the stockroom door to get to the parking lot and I WORK HERE! You can go home now. Thank You.
Dear Customer: You, the one shopping for a rug with a 3 yr old and a 1 yr old.
WHY are you asking the 3 yr old which one would look best under your kitchen table? Is she PAYING FOR IT? Is she an INTERIOR DESIGNER? And if you let her pick up the BIG HOURGLASS that is made of GLASS one more time, I will scream at her. You can go home now. Thank You.
Dear Customer: You, with the double jogging stroller. You are absolutely right. It WON'T fit around the furniture. You wanna know WHY? It's the size of a FREAKING VOLKSWAGEN, THAT'S WHY!! You can go home now. Thank You.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I Got Run Over By A UPS Truck
You know I work at PB. This week was 800 boxes of summer fun to open, floor set, and an art festival in the park next to the store.
And Spring Break. That means all the college kids that work in the stockroom were away on vacations. And I get to work stock, because I have done it before.
And because my boss sometimes forgets I am 21 years older than her.
This afternoon I was the stock runner, gift wrapper, cashier and phone answerer all rolled into one. I need a vacation.
Just in time, my vacation started at 6pm! I'll spend the next week with my Mom, my sister and my brother's wife as houseguests. We'll go out for lunch to celebrate Sorority Girl's 20th birthday, go to the beach( because the sisters-from-up-north are craving some warm sunshine), do a little sightseeing. No theme parks. Maybe a State Park. (By the way, we saw about 40 Manatees at Blue Springs State Park last weekend).
Gotta go clean a bathroom.