B U C K S & D O U G H

Daniel likes that I'm bloggable again. I like him.

And by "like" I really mean "L O V E."

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I hate the space bar on this computer. Every time I finish a word I have to pound SPACESPACE.

And you know I love spaces.

And also outer-space.


Today I worked from 10.30AM-8PM. If you had boiled crawfish in the other room (with mushrooms, potatoes, and everything) I highly doubt I would walk over there. (I might, however, crawl--this I S Mississippi and all, I need my crawfish when I can have it.)

Regardless, my feet are miserable.

Today I argued with a woman over $1.07.

Well, not really argued. Just hated. She had it on a Merch Credit Redeem card. When ringing up there are a few buttons for pay: C A S H, C H A R G E, C H E C K, G I F T C A R D, M E R C H C R E D I T I S S U E, and M E R C H C R E D I T R E D E EM.

Now, logically, to pay with a merch credit redeem card, you would press the matching button, right? W R O N G.

You would press gift card.

Why? I know now. Alas, this was an issue. One my manager knew not how to solve (also, he runs the store). So I winged it. It took twenty minutes. I had no idea the wrong button matched her card. Her daughter/wife/sister/friend kept begging her, "Just pay her, it's only a buck, the total is nearly twenty dollars anyway!"

To which this woman replied, "I want my buck."

There were five people behind her. It was busy. There was an ungodly amount of money in my cash register. It was the most I'd ever had at work. It was a busy day.

"I want my buck."

Really? You're buying fake leaves, stickers, a color book, and some chocolate. I want your buck, and also whatever remaining years you have left. You do not deserve them. Stupid people shouldn't get locked up, or allotted for by the government. They should get their live living rights revoked.

"I'm sorry ma'am,we got a call from Hattiesburg today and you're living rights have been removed. Please get in the Suicide Box."

People would be much more motivated to be intelligent, less selfish, more aware, B E T T E R.

Tydee and I say it all the time. The Spartans had it right, "You aren't going to better our society, down this well you go."

That's what working has taught me. To hate people. To want to push them in wells. To love making money. To make money. To earn it by standing still and dealing with stupid.

It makes me mad, it makes my feet hurt, but at least is makes money.

Today the internet told me I was ugly. But then the internet told the internet to STFU. And it did. And I was so happy I got fuzzy--then I sneezed.

I love gaia so hard. I can't even stop. I'm nostalgia-in like a loser but I can't help it at all. It's INSANE.

I'm getting up at six AM to take my sister to drill team. I have to go to work at two. Where will the sleep happen?

I love my job. I love those little girls. But the moms suck, a lot of them. It's sad.

I don't think parents know how to parent. I mean, I'm not saying I DO. But, I don't think I would tell my daughter, "-name-, you can't shop here! You got fat and now none of these clothes look right on you. And I'm not going to have you going out and making me look bad."

1) She was overweight, but I would never say that to my child. Ever.
2) I would never let my child get that overweight. Ever. You do have control over that.
3) There were clothes that fit her there. Aplenty.

I was so mad I could scream. But then one little girl and her mom came in and started looking around and the mom would hold something out and say, "do you like this?" and the little girl would say, "eh." Then she would take it over to me and ask, "My mom likes this, is it cute?"

1) I am color deficient. In no way am I the outfit queen.
2) They were NOT cute, but I told the little girl they were because her mom was like, very close by.
3) I wanted to tweet that when it happened. I could not, as I was at work.

My allergies are trying to kill me. My throat hurts so bad. I could sleep for a week. I mean, I'm glad I have a lot of hours, but I'm so tired. I'll be happy next week when I don't work quite as much.

I'm trying to decided whether or not I want to go see the kids at MSA. I don't know. I might wait a while. I might have to with work and school. Dumb.

I can't figure out my online alcohol class.

Tydee looks like a bear when he's sleeping. I love him.

I'm sleepy now. I love you.