It's Not My Fault!

Let's go shopping at my place of employment. Say that you need help loading your purchase into your car. Okay! Tell your friendly cashier that you would like some help. The friendly cashier calls the Head Cashier and says, "I need a lot attendant please." The HC uses a complicated-looking walkie-talkie thing and radios to the lot attendant, "You are needed at the blah-blah doors." That's it from the cashier. All the cashier has the power to do is call and bug somebody else. Now, if you're lucky and there's actually a lot attendant around, one should be with you soon.
Not so in a certain couple's case. I call four times with ever increasingly frantic, "I neeeed a lot attendant five minutes ago!" I call the lumber associate to come help. Nobody comes. I even call a manager's extension, hoping they will make a lot associate appear. It's been fifteen minutes.
Old guy is loading up lumber alone, old lady is looking pissed. And she has every right to be.
But not at me.
She walks over all indignant and angry and tells me that she's writing to the manager about me because I'm "not doing my job."
I am shocked, in the middle of ringing up a transaction, and I manage to squeak out a little, "Me? Why me? What did I do?"
She replies, "It's what you didn't do! You didn't call anybody for us! I'm calling the manager as soon as I get home!"
While she's saying this to me she's backing away, like she's afraid I'm going to reach out and whack her with my scanner-gun or something. She wouldn't stop to listen to my calm description of my lot attendant-securing process. Nope, she doesn't care, she just needs somebody to be angry with.
The Head Cashiers are walking over, trying to figure out what's going on. The woman backs up to her truck parked in the loading zone, gets in it, and as she's driving away, yells out her window, "I'm calling! When I get home!"

When and if she does call, the Manager will explain to her the process of what a cashier actually does. And I hope she remembers watching me call four freakin' times for someone to help her. And then maybe she'll feel bad about berating an innocent slightly-above-minimum-wage worker. But I doubt it.
People like that just need to blame.

PeeEww

Today's word is...
smelly: odorous, rancid, rank, foul, putrid, acrid, sharp, strong

At work today, it seemed that many odorous customers forgot to wear deodorant.

Thesaurus

I attended the Book Fair at my daughter's school last night. Thirty-five dollars later, I am the proud owner of some really cute stuff, one of which happens to be a thesaurus.
I recently completed my AA degree in English, and I didn't own a thesaurus!

The neighbor girl knocked on the door yesterday (before the book fair)and asked to borrow a thesaurus if we had one. I actually had to think a moment...sure, I had one...right? Uh, no.
So I had to buy one.

I am going to learn a new word every day. Well, words.
Today, our word is: (Randomly opening the book here...)
excessive: extreme, drastic, radical, inordinate, immoderate, intemperate, exorbitant, overabundant

Shall we use one in a sentence? Hmm...My ex-husband is an intemperate asshole.
Works for me!

Best Friends

My best friend from third grade on...she was visiting from Seattle. I hadn't seen her in four years. Good times, good times...

Dreams

I have had more crazy dreams about work. This is driving me nuts, it really is. I go to work during the day, and I dream that I am at work during the night. I need to not be at work!! For a day or two, at least!
I was dreaming that I had my register set-up in my living room. Surrounding me were tables of jewelry boxes and knick-knacks, oriental carpets on the floors, along with my regular living room furniture. I was so tired in my dream, all I wanted to do was lay my head down and rest. But then a person walks up to my register, and I startle and say "I wasn't sleeping, I was just resting my eyes!" I was scared that I was going to get fired for sleeping at my register, so I came back with a quick, "Were you going to be purchasing anything, or are you just looking today?"

The next thing I know, my girlfriend is shaking me awake. She is laughing and repeats to me what I said in my dream! Apparently, I was talking out loud, and she thought it was freakin' hilarious. I was so tired, I fell back asleep (half sleep??) to her laughter, until this morning, when she asked me after I woke up if I remembered anything from last night.
I didn't. So she got to tell me the whole story again, and I explained to her what had been happening in the dream. Okay, I laughed too, this time.
But I'm taking a sleeping pill or something. This has got to stop.

Morons, All Of You!

A woman paird for a $16.40 purchase with a twenty dollar bill and some change. She gave me a dime and two shiny new nickels. Have you seen these new nickles? They don't look like nickels...quite offputting at first. Anyhow, I repeated back to her just like I'm supposed to, "Twenty dollars and twenty cents?" and she replied "Uh-huh" rather distractedly, because she was blabbing on the the person in line behind her. I put the money in my drawer and gave her her change.
She freaked out. "I gave you a quarter so that you wouldn't give me all of this change!" she shrieked.
I replied, "No ma'am, you gave me a dime and two nickels."
Her: "Oh no, I know what I gave you, it was a quarter!" Then she turns to the woman she was talking to and says, "This is why I sold my retail business and got out."
Another Something I Did Not Say Aloud-"Why, because you cannot tell the difference between a NICKEL AND A QUARTER??!!!

I know that I am not supposed to argue with the customer, but the customer is not always right! I am not going to get myself a write-up for having a short drawer when I would swear on my new panty size that she did not give me any fucking quarters!
I tell her that if she would like to leave her name and number, at the end of the day when my drawer is counted out, she will be called if the vault finds any discepancies.
She says it's not worth it and stalks off.

Bitch. My drawer balanced to the penny, by the way.