I'm in a bit of a flippant mood.
(I also think I've just been waiting for an opportunity to use the word "flippant".)
I'm sort of excited though! I daresay I've been accepted now into one of my three university choices. My account tells me there is a detailed letter coming for me in the mail.
This has given me inspiration. I want to write, I want to do it for the rest of my life.
I want to get off my butt and promote it.
But, I need to have some credible writing first to back it up...not just whiney blogs that reveal what an insane, horrible, childish, vengeful and jealous creature I am to my dear three (?) followers every once in a while.
I need to get some publicity, Yo.
this means less facebook for me I guess...
NB!
I am finally getting some more hours.
unfortunately, I'm getting a lot of shifts that aren't cash though.
Aisles is fine...I guess...but my shirt gets dirtier faster, and not that I am all that anal about cleanliness, but, I've only got one good workshirt, lol, and it will smell like strenuous box lifting after a while...
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Saved!
My nice skin is back. I'm glad; it was putting me off for a while.
I met someone this weekend. I won't say who they are, but I knew who they were before I met the actual person.
I think I was disappointed.
That, and well, it just made me question what I know about the storytellers.
Although, to be honest, first person in a while who's going to be a challenge, I'll tell you that.
Caution ahead.
In other recent news...........
Slightly agitated.
I'd write more, but it's pointless. I'll just let the unspoken words writhe in agony because I can't say them properly.
Needless to say, I am beyond pissed off. I haven't had this much of a cry for ages. I still might not be done.
It'll take a while.
I met someone this weekend. I won't say who they are, but I knew who they were before I met the actual person.
I think I was disappointed.
That, and well, it just made me question what I know about the storytellers.
Although, to be honest, first person in a while who's going to be a challenge, I'll tell you that.
Caution ahead.
In other recent news...........
Slightly agitated.
I'd write more, but it's pointless. I'll just let the unspoken words writhe in agony because I can't say them properly.
Needless to say, I am beyond pissed off. I haven't had this much of a cry for ages. I still might not be done.
It'll take a while.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Kamahameha
On sunday, I had this cranky customer. She came up with her son and three items; he was getting a corkboard separately. Apparently it was five dollars cheaper at Zellers. Now, we do have the option as cashiers to control the price of something without consulting a manager if it is within ten dollars, however, this woman did not have the right idea of going about asking for it.
Now, the first question that comes to my mind when a customer asks for a price difference is if it is in the flyer of the other place, or website or something like that. That's just conditioning for me so that I can have proof it actually should be changed. So I asked her that, just out of habit, and she says Well I don't know how I can do that, as it was just a price tag on the shelf, in a very "Duhhhh" tone.
(So why didn't you buy it at Zellers? What does it matter to you if your money is spent in my store or their's? Get the HBC! lol)
I didn't want to fight with her...but this woman was being a little rude, and her son looked a bit uncomfortable. I told her that I can't just do something that's on the shelf, like, I need proof. She hmmpfed. When her total came up, her son looked at her as the bill he was holding in his hand wasn't going to cover it. She starts digging in her wallet, complaining "didn't think it was going to actually come up to this much..." (DID ya now?)
This customer was lucky enough to get a service survey. Oh Joy. Doesn't bother me that much though because I know she would have had the same attitude had I given her the price match.
It's the little things in life :)
Yesterday!
Interesting and random again! I like getting the randomness back.
I fixed two buttons on my brand new jacket. They were loose in the first place and I sewed them on tighter. Ahaha. Kudos to my threading skills I didn't realize I still had. :D
I went into work to talk to them about my hours and to buy some new headphones (which rock, I will always recommend panasonic brand headphones, as well as my beloved Skull Candies, of course.)
Turns out that woman filled out the customer service survey and was "disgusted" with the associates (me) behaviour, and was displeased because she had no way of proving it. She thought it was petty I suppose (to be honest woman, I did too. You shouldn't have made such a big deal.)
I told my managers that it was me who had rung her through, explained my position, told them I wouldn't do it again, but, just at that point in time I didn't feel it was wise for me personally to give it to her. Lol, maybe my cashier position isn't the place to be teaching people ettiquette, but I am that type of person and this made me feel just a little victory. I got a bit of a reprimand for it, but they understood. :)
On my way to work though, it just HAD to start raining. Gah.
However, when I got back to the bus terminal finally, I walked up to where my bus would stop and pick up, because although according to the time the bus might have already left, there was someone standing there with a large umbrella waiting.
I asked her if she was waiting for the fifteen, she said yes, but that she had just got there herself.
She invited me under her umbrella and we chatted for a bit, eventually deciding to take another bus instead.
Getting on that bus, our conversation continued from where we lived, what we did, the weather and all that jazz.
I never got her name, I must confess, nor did I ever reveal mine. She looked like a Melissa though (lol, wtf I know.)
When we neared her stop, she convinced me to take her umbrella with me, because she only had a tiny walk and mine was ten minutes. I wanted to argue, but she said to take it. Apparently she found it in her break room after it had just been sitting there for months anyways, so she didn't have much claim to it either. She waved to me after she got off and the bus passed by.
Walking home, I'm actually pretty darn happy I had that umbrella. It was very cold and wet.
Thanks, Stranger!
Now, the first question that comes to my mind when a customer asks for a price difference is if it is in the flyer of the other place, or website or something like that. That's just conditioning for me so that I can have proof it actually should be changed. So I asked her that, just out of habit, and she says Well I don't know how I can do that, as it was just a price tag on the shelf, in a very "Duhhhh" tone.
(So why didn't you buy it at Zellers? What does it matter to you if your money is spent in my store or their's? Get the HBC! lol)
I didn't want to fight with her...but this woman was being a little rude, and her son looked a bit uncomfortable. I told her that I can't just do something that's on the shelf, like, I need proof. She hmmpfed. When her total came up, her son looked at her as the bill he was holding in his hand wasn't going to cover it. She starts digging in her wallet, complaining "didn't think it was going to actually come up to this much..." (DID ya now?)
This customer was lucky enough to get a service survey. Oh Joy. Doesn't bother me that much though because I know she would have had the same attitude had I given her the price match.
It's the little things in life :)
Yesterday!
Interesting and random again! I like getting the randomness back.
I fixed two buttons on my brand new jacket. They were loose in the first place and I sewed them on tighter. Ahaha. Kudos to my threading skills I didn't realize I still had. :D
I went into work to talk to them about my hours and to buy some new headphones (which rock, I will always recommend panasonic brand headphones, as well as my beloved Skull Candies, of course.)
Turns out that woman filled out the customer service survey and was "disgusted" with the associates (me) behaviour, and was displeased because she had no way of proving it. She thought it was petty I suppose (to be honest woman, I did too. You shouldn't have made such a big deal.)
I told my managers that it was me who had rung her through, explained my position, told them I wouldn't do it again, but, just at that point in time I didn't feel it was wise for me personally to give it to her. Lol, maybe my cashier position isn't the place to be teaching people ettiquette, but I am that type of person and this made me feel just a little victory. I got a bit of a reprimand for it, but they understood. :)
On my way to work though, it just HAD to start raining. Gah.
However, when I got back to the bus terminal finally, I walked up to where my bus would stop and pick up, because although according to the time the bus might have already left, there was someone standing there with a large umbrella waiting.
I asked her if she was waiting for the fifteen, she said yes, but that she had just got there herself.
She invited me under her umbrella and we chatted for a bit, eventually deciding to take another bus instead.
Getting on that bus, our conversation continued from where we lived, what we did, the weather and all that jazz.
I never got her name, I must confess, nor did I ever reveal mine. She looked like a Melissa though (lol, wtf I know.)
When we neared her stop, she convinced me to take her umbrella with me, because she only had a tiny walk and mine was ten minutes. I wanted to argue, but she said to take it. Apparently she found it in her break room after it had just been sitting there for months anyways, so she didn't have much claim to it either. She waved to me after she got off and the bus passed by.
Walking home, I'm actually pretty darn happy I had that umbrella. It was very cold and wet.
Thanks, Stranger!
Friday, March 19, 2010
when you hear my voice you think of me, not anyone else
Good St. Patrick's Day y'all?
It gave me very strange dreams involving a funeral where I worked, being drunk at said workplace, getting in a fight and being two hours late. Also, for some reason my name was Jasmine; even my nametag said so.
Yesterday was a semi-good day. I went to the mall to check out the new H&M that had just opened. It was cool, but I don't know if it was worth all the hype, it seemed too small.
Needless to say, I wasn't going to try to navigate myself around that store and the mile-long changeroom/cash lineups for overpriced clothing. And I needed a spring jacket.
So I found one! Yay! But not at H&M; at Winners. It's cheetah print. I've never owned anything of that particular print before. I mean I like the jacket, but it will take me a little bit to not feel pretentious wearing it. I've never really affiliated myself with animal prints as being "me".
The rest of the day well, it just went by kinda in a daze. It's Friday, and therefore the weekend, and it doesn't feel like that at all to me.
To be truthful, it doesn't feel like anything. I'm going through one of those apathetic phases again, I think.
Hmm.
At least I get tons of writing in those times.
Let's see what I can create.
It gave me very strange dreams involving a funeral where I worked, being drunk at said workplace, getting in a fight and being two hours late. Also, for some reason my name was Jasmine; even my nametag said so.
Yesterday was a semi-good day. I went to the mall to check out the new H&M that had just opened. It was cool, but I don't know if it was worth all the hype, it seemed too small.
Needless to say, I wasn't going to try to navigate myself around that store and the mile-long changeroom/cash lineups for overpriced clothing. And I needed a spring jacket.
So I found one! Yay! But not at H&M; at Winners. It's cheetah print. I've never owned anything of that particular print before. I mean I like the jacket, but it will take me a little bit to not feel pretentious wearing it. I've never really affiliated myself with animal prints as being "me".
The rest of the day well, it just went by kinda in a daze. It's Friday, and therefore the weekend, and it doesn't feel like that at all to me.
To be truthful, it doesn't feel like anything. I'm going through one of those apathetic phases again, I think.
Hmm.
At least I get tons of writing in those times.
Let's see what I can create.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
And I'm like, baby baby baby, oooh.
(Not a Justin Beiber fan, but that chorus is addictive.)
I gave blood for the first time yesterday. Was fun! I loved answering all the cocaine survey questions and if I've had sex with homosexual/drug addicted men since 1977.
I got a blood buddy right away though, this interesting kinda guy who noticed my "first time donor" sticker across my chest and chatted it up with me about Graywater.
I liked him, his chattyness wasn't awkward.
My older sister is finally back in the province after her 13 month stay in south korea!
It was such happiness when I got home to my parent's house (I needed an eye appointment) and I found out she would be home within the hour.
I'm very close to her, and it was wretched to have her gone for so long.
Not much else has happened, although these past two days have seemed very long.
I am pleased with them.
I gave blood for the first time yesterday. Was fun! I loved answering all the cocaine survey questions and if I've had sex with homosexual/drug addicted men since 1977.
I got a blood buddy right away though, this interesting kinda guy who noticed my "first time donor" sticker across my chest and chatted it up with me about Graywater.
I liked him, his chattyness wasn't awkward.
My older sister is finally back in the province after her 13 month stay in south korea!
It was such happiness when I got home to my parent's house (I needed an eye appointment) and I found out she would be home within the hour.
I'm very close to her, and it was wretched to have her gone for so long.
Not much else has happened, although these past two days have seemed very long.
I am pleased with them.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Adam Lambert
You want to hear from me, but you don't want to listen.
I remember why I never used to like you,
I don't know what happened in between.
I feel really horrible for the way that I think
but I can't help and wonder if it's true.
I feel brutal but I think you deserve this;
I think you've brought it upon yourself
I know when I've been rude
And I feel bad
Can you do anything about it when it's your turn?
Are you helpless?
Maybe that's what brings on this loathing.
I'm just relieved most of the world isn't like you.
Or, at least,
the part of the world I affiliate myself with.
(By the way, I love Adam Lambert, and this is not about him. It was just inspired while thinking and listening to "Whatya Want From Me" at the same time.)
I remember why I never used to like you,
I don't know what happened in between.
I feel really horrible for the way that I think
but I can't help and wonder if it's true.
I feel brutal but I think you deserve this;
I think you've brought it upon yourself
I know when I've been rude
And I feel bad
Can you do anything about it when it's your turn?
Are you helpless?
Maybe that's what brings on this loathing.
I'm just relieved most of the world isn't like you.
Or, at least,
the part of the world I affiliate myself with.
(By the way, I love Adam Lambert, and this is not about him. It was just inspired while thinking and listening to "Whatya Want From Me" at the same time.)
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