Thanks for all of your warnings and advice! My template is safe and tucked away in FileZilla in it’s entirety so that will not be an issue. At least it shouldn’t be, but knowing me I could possibly screw it up somehow! LOL Since this is what I believe you call, a hosted blog (as I have my own domain~thus the “.com” rather than “wordpress.com”) so it is a bit complicated for a novice. I’ll figure something out :). Or not…….obviously, you will all know soon enough, hahahaha!
Are you ready for the all exciting back update? Too bad. Here it is anyway. Must document somewhere and this is my place of choice. Had a girlfriend years ago that used to say, “why suffer in silence” and I rather like that idea.
It’s been 6 days since my last injection. Sat PM I dragged my ass home and was pretty achy. Last night I dragged my ass home and was even more achy. My old pain level (of 1-10) was probably a 6-7 last night. Hubby announced that it was time I sucked it up and realized that the injections are not going to be the answer for me that I was so desperately seeking. Methinks that mayhaps he is correct. sigh….
I think what I need to accept here is that the surgeon was right when he said that even with surgery I will never be pain free while continuing on with my current job under the current circumstances. I am hoping that my manager is there today so he can follow up on the ‘red tape’ stool request. It will make a world of difference if I can just park my ass on the edge of something at various points throughout the day. There are about 3 other cashiers that have stools and they sit on them the whole time. I will never be able to do that because I am just the ‘gotta be up and all into it’ kinda person. But to just be able to ‘park it’ while checks or debit/credit cards are processing and while the next customer starts unloading…….well, those precious few moments could make all the difference! That’s all it would take to make the last 3 or 4 hours of my day more endurable!
The perfect scenario would be to work about 5 hours a day and get full time pay and benefits! (a gal can dream, can’t she?! haha)
Yesterday was definitely “National Ugly Customer Day”. Why didn’t I notice that on the calendar and just stay home?! Some days it is bad enough to struggle with the ‘physical’ element of being there, with out adding all the drama! I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I was going to need a course in “Stress Management” to be a freaking cashier. I need a thicker skin and I need to toughen up and learn to just roll with the punches! I have a hard time with blatant rudeness. Tend to take it personally. Tend to let it get to me. I am going to make a list here of just a few of the types of people I had to deal with yesterday. First allow me a ‘disclaimer’ stating that I am not prejudice against any race, breed, color or gender. America started out being the ‘melting pot’. I understand that. But I am also in a better position now, than ever, to be aware that the ‘melters’ are making no attempt what so ever to fit in and be a pleasant part of the American society. Make no mistake, tho’. It is most certainly NOT just the ‘melters’ that are offensive. I know I will get slammed for using the term ‘melters’. Those offended…….just suck it up and reread this paragraph and know that it is just my style to create a term for everything and everyone! It’s the way I roll and if you don’t like it….take a hike!
1. Oriental folks. Men or women. It is my observation that 90% of them either feel animosity towards working women, women in general or just people in general that are beneath them. (ie…a lowly cashier). Case in point, the Asian woman that was literally screaming at me because I was not quick enough in my quick check lane to find prices on 3 (yes three) things that she brought to the register with no tags attached. 1st of all (which I DID eventually point out) the sign says “20 Items or Less” NOT “quick”. No where on the sign does it say ‘quick’. She had about 30 items, but whatever. Point is I told her that she could tell me what the price was and I could enter it manually or I could call for price checks which would take 10-20 minutes. She wanted price checks. SO…I called for someone to run all over the store and find her items WITH tags on them so we could do it her way. It was busy so it was about 5 minutes before someone could even come to see what I needed. Anyway, before the CSM got back with said items, she started ranting that she was in a hurry, HURRY, HURRY!!!!! And WHAT was the problem!! She wanted to just forget it and check out without the items. After listening to her rant and spew her rudeness for about 15 minutes…….I (gently) refused to cash her out. I told her that the CSM should be back any moment and that since they were most likely almost done, I would not make their trip a waste of time. Her response???? She reached into one of her bags and threw her Kumquats at me! Yes…..it is true…..! Short of reaching over and squeezing her little neck till she squeaked, I totalled her out. Enough already!
2. Hispanic men. I would really like to be more informed on what particular countries they come from because some of them are so polite and nice (to me and their wives) and some of them are all macho and mean. It has to be a difference between the Mexican, El Salvador, Honduras cultures, but I have no way of telling the difference. (As with the Asians….Viet Nam, Japan, China….few clues). Anyway. I get this guy that comes to my lane (just inside the door, btw) with a 2 year old in the cart (crying), comes to me and says “Watch?? Be right back!” and off he runs. I am like, OMG! I have a line full, the kid is screaming, I have just been impaled with Kumquats and he wants me to watch his kid?!?! F%&* ME!!! It’s really hard to ignore a screaming child that is only 2 feet away from you and tend to business at the same time. This was endured for about 15 minutes. (note to self…take Xanax bottle into work with you).
Shortly there after, a young couple (20, maybe). Hispanic guy, Caucasian girl…7ish months pregnant, came through my line. He had CD’s and video games and ’stuff’, along with a few food item’s. When I gave them the total, she quietly and meekly said to him “we spent too much”. He flew into a rage and told her (in a very loud and cocky manner) that she could just put all the f*&%ing stuff back if she wanted. She paid as he strutted off, leaving her to push the cart. I felt sorry for her. Obviously the infatuation with the intriguing Hispanic hottie was a mistake. I found myself hoping he would strut out in front of a big ass truck in the parking lot!
But wait……..there’s more! Then there are the ones that accompany their wives and children. They are pushing 2 carts full of food, the woman and children hustle to unload and reload the carts, whilst they stand by with their arms crossed watching. Then, after the Food stamp debit card has been swiped and the bulk of the food paid for only THEN does he participate by pulling out his wallet, removing a $100 bill, (that he earned ‘under the table’ {that means tax free, people}) to pay the balance and struts off to leave his woman & children to continue their struggle with the 2 carts.
I’m sorry……..but God Damn!! Ain’t life in America just grand?!?!?! Bring ‘em on! Let ‘em in! yessiree!!
I told a couple of my co-workers yesterday that I had make a very important decision. I have decided to move back to the United States and asked them if they thought W*M was hiring there. I thought they were gonna wet their pants! But, shit fire! I was half serious! What would it take? Where would you go? No place. I just need to learn to suck it up. I don’t care who you voted for or who is in office. This shit will never change and will only get worse. Not even Abe Lincoln or JFK could fix this shit.
If you are still reading, I will tell you about the real highlight of my day. It was towards the end of my day and I had had just about all I could take and still maintain my composure. White lady & spouse. Cart FULL in 20 Item lane. Fine. WhatEVer. Had several cans each of 8 different types of canned goods. Didn’t want them bagged. Fine. No problem. She would hand me a can, tell me how many. I would scan, hit the quantity key and hand it back to her. After the 3rd can, she informed me that the way I was handing her can back was making things difficult for her. WTF?! So I said, how about I just set them up here on the counter. She insisted that I was being difficult. WTF?!? So she started firing the cans at me with the quantities faster than she THOUGHT I could keep up…..but I fooled her! (go me!) Then she starts with the produce and tells me to cram as much as possible into as few bags as I can. I told her I’d rather not (with a smile of course) and she said to just do it. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t! When I finished the first bag (UNcrammed) she thrust it back at me and told me to put more in it. I said that I was sorry, but I was NOT going to cram her produce into the bags! I told her she was free to pack her bags the way she liked, but that I wouldn’t do it that way. She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me, asking how long I have worked there. I continued scanning and ignored her. Sooooo, she gets very loud and says “I asked you a question!! HOW LONG HAVE YOU WORKED HERE?!?!?!” I replied “3 months, why?” She says, “Well, I have worked for W*M for over 10 years! I guess I am out of touch with who is working ‘the front’ these days and how they are trained.” (WTF???) Holy Crap, people! I was being treated this way by a ‘fellow’ employee?!?! Heavy sigh………
When this shit just keeps coming at you………it’s a little bit difficult to even THINK about ones state of Zen!
I’m pretty sure that this post will piss alot of people off. It is not very ‘politically correct’, I am sure. And if it makes anyone feel better…..I am of Irish descent and I have also had a real live Irishman give me a very unreasonable ration of shit recently. So there! All is fair in nationality slandering!