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Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Help me fellow Xangans!

I have severe writers block. I've been sitting here for over 30 minutes trying to figure out what to write about. And alas, nothing has happened!
I'm watching Gene Simmon's Family Jewels; it is fantastic.
That is all I have to say.

Friday, 02 July 2010

Happy Birthday Dad

Wednesday was my dad's birthday. Well, I wake up at 5 in the morning, hearing him yelling, not at, but to my mother. Apparantly someone broke into his car that night and stole his checkbook. Yes, we all know that one should NEVER leave a checkbook/wallet/anything expensive in our cars. But things happen. And of course, the ONE night it happens, some hoodlums get in his car. Now, nothing was damaged and the checkbook was the only thing that was stolen (he had some freakin expensive stuff in his trunk that night too, but luckily they didn't see that). My mother and I went to the bank, and it all got taken care of so everyhting turned out okay. This all just sucks that it happened on his birthday.

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

I ripped my pants

It is a good thing I have a pretty decent amount of self-restraint. My SO did something really stupid (of which I am not going to shout to the whole world), is in really deep shit (with the cops), and I really wanted to kill him.
I don't know what it is about him though. I said my piece and then after a really long, silent car ride, we went on our date like we were going too. And it was actually a really decent night. We went to a riverwalk in a town that is not too far from ours. We sat on the walk with our legs dangling over the river and talked for about an hour (mostly of how dumb he is for the shtuff he did), then we walked to the italian ice cream shop near by. Now let me tell you, that is the best ice cream I have had in my life--and I LOVE ice cream. And then we were playing volleyball.
Volleyball was going pretty well. I was on the team for 3.5 years, and my SO is just decent. Well, I crouched down quickly to save the ball, and RRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP. My pants split right down the middle in the back...
That is the second time my pants have split in his presence. The first time was right before the first time I went to his grandfather's house for a family get together. That was embarrassing. It happened getting into his car, and I didn't realize it until we got there so I didn't even have a change of pants. Luckily, his hoodie covered it up.
So, after we went back to my house to get a change of pants, we went to dinner and then back to his house to watch our favorite show.
I should still be furious at him for what he did. But I'm not. I guess we will see how happy I am with him tomorrow after he goes to court...

Monday, 28 June 2010

Mentos and Coke

My stomach feels like it is in knots and I'm not exactly sure why. My boyfriend, we will call him J, an I have been dating for just over a year and a half. I love him. I am completely comfortable around him, he is sweet, he is funny, he has manners, he's smart (though he does lack some common sense), he says things that are completely corny, he jokes around with me. We don't fight, we haven't gotten in a real fight yet; I'm not sure whether that is a good thing, or a bad thing. I mean, it is great, but sometimes I feel like I forgive him too easily. I just can't stay mad at him. To this day, I have never seen him angry. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I would like to see him angry. He is one of those guys who doesn't let things get to him, but I have a feeling that when something does, it is not going to be pretty.
Anyhow, back on topic. Our relationship is pretty decent. I do feel however, that it lacks communication on some level. I don't mean to compare this SO with my previous boyfriends, but I have never had a guy who doesn't send me random text messages, who doesn't initiate the telephone calls (within the past two months was when we finally started talking on the phone), who doesn't really have much to say unless it is in person. I don't think that he doesn't want to talk to me, though it sure feels like that sometimes.
I have had a lot on my mind recently: school, work, and the future amongst the other random thoughts. I tend to be a worrier and I get stressed out really easy. I would love to be abe to just spill my heart out to J, but when we talk over text, or IM (since I usually cannot talk on the phone), he likes to reply "ok". Of course, that immediately stops the conversation. When I have so much more I want to say, he just ends it. There is nowhere a conversation can go after a person says "ok". It drives me insane. Small things like that makes it seem as though he is genuinely not interested in what I have to say. Another thing that drives me crazy, is that he goes to bed super early. Over the weekend, he went to his summer home. Now that really isn't an issue. Like I said earlier, I have had a lot on my mind. He came home, and was finally able to text me. The conversation started out normal, with the "Hey, how are you?" blahblah "How was your weekend?" deal, but I really wanted to talk to him; like actually talk to him. I want to tell him what is on my mind. I want his honest imput. I want him to have something to say. I want him to tell me that there is no reason for me to be stressed. But instead, as I am typing my 3 page text message, he texts me, "I'm going to sleep, good night, sweet dreams, I love you". So much for that.
My stomach feels like it is in permanant knots as of right now. I recently lost my best friend to, I don't even know what (but that is another post for another day). And since then, I don't really have anyone to turn to. I know I should be able to turn to J, but I feel like he doesn't want to talk to me. When I bring this up, he says "of course I want to talk to you". I don't know what to do. All I want, is someone who is here for me. The knots are probably related to the fact that everything is bottled up inside, waiting to explode like mentos and coke.
As of right now, I do not know what to do. I suppose I will also go to sleep, and have some "sweet dreams" of which he bid me before he went to sleep himself.

Sunday, 27 June 2010

A Cashier's Guide to Life

I work as a cashier at a local sports store in my town. I don't mind it so much; I enjoy being social with the customers, I enjoy helping people, and I don't mind trying to figure out whether an item is really 15% off or if you are lying to me to try to get a better deal. The one thing I cannot stand, is the stupid things people do.

#1 Do NOT enter the store 5 minutes before the store is about to close
This one is my favorite. I love when we are ready to lock the doors, and you come in. However, you didn't bother to read the sign on the front of the store that reads: STORE HOURS: Mon-Sat 9am-9pm Sun 10am-6pm. Since you didn't bother to read that sign, you are going to shop around, and linger, and take your time. Oh, and you are also going to buy a $100 hockey package in which we have to size your cranky, misbehaving child. When you are done with that, you decide you need some shoes, and now it is literally 20 minutes after we closed. Company policy, however, reads that we cannot kick your sorry little ass out. So now, at around 9:30, I am finally able to pull my drawer, which takes about 15 minutes to count, and recount, and sign all the stupid papers associated with being a cashier. Oh, and then I also have my other dutites which include cleaning the windows, vacuuming and putting hangers away. Maybe we will get out before 10 tonight. Believe it or not, sports store employess like to go home and sleep too. I mean, some of us have to work again in less than 10 hours.
#2 If your kid is screaming, and throwing a temper tantrum TAKE HIM (or her) HOME
One thing I cannot stand more than anything is a crying kid. Crying babies is one thing, babies cry; they don't know any better, but when your 6 year old starts jumping up and down, screaming, because he cannot get a pack of Ruckers Big League Chew, it's time to escort him out of the store until he calms down. Then you may bring him back into the store, and continue your purchase. When I was younger, and I misbehaved, no matter what my mother needed, she carried my scrawny little self, kicking and screaming, out of the store and punished me accordingly. When I was calmed down, we went back into the store, and she rang up her transaction. Sometimes, we went straight home with out any of our merchandise. Parents, control your children.

#3 Clean up after yourself!
How hard is it? Really? I am convinced that it is impossible to have a good shopping experience without tearing up the entire store in the process. If you need to try something on, at least put it back on the hanger when you are finished. We have had nights where we have pile of clothes, literally two feet high, simply from people not putting clothes away after they put them on. Which adds to our pile of things to clean after you decide to come in 5 minutes before we close. Today, I was cleaning up the equiptment section, and literally five chin straps were laying out of their packages. Now, I don't mind when you take something out and cannot get it back in, but you do your best to try to get the package shut. I do mind when you leave the damn things lying around as if a tornado has just ripped through the store. I also mind, when you leave your empty McDonalds cups laying around. You may not see garbage cans throughout the store, but if you bring it to the front, we will GLADLY put it in the wastebasket for you!

I am sure I am not the only person in retail who can attest to all of this.
What is your biggest pet peeve when working in retail?