Let me tell you about my day....
Dec. 16th, 2006 03:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyI tried to place an online order with Deep Discount DVDs before I left for work---last chance to get in on their two-for-one boxed set sale. (Seasons 1 & 2 of Dark Angel. Shut up.) Had a bitch of a time, and they never DID send me my password---but I *did* get the damned thing placed.
S. had some of her Xmas shopping sent here and came by to pick it up as I was madly trying to get out the door to go to work. Timing.
Work---was actually in the section I was supposed to be in all day---logged in with the wrong number for the first hour---I kept getting calls for everything BUT Apparel---Cosmetics and Sporting Goods, and I know sweet fuck-all about either one. Got a lesson from my super on replying to things, which I semi-absorbed, and then, 20 minutes before I was supposed to go to lunch, I got a call from a Butch Boots customer---I'm not even going to START on that mess, but I was a half-hour late going to lunch and have probably earned muy cockroach kharma from the intensity of hoping the self-absorbed twat's head would explode. *sigh*
I had another Butch Boots caller after lunch, who sounded like she was crying, or had been crying---anyway, I ended up looking up the inventory stats on every single style of steel-toed shoes/boots they carry, to find ONE pair of size 10s. (And I by-God did, too. I felt sorry for her, unlike the other one, who was just snotty.)
Then at 11:20---10 minutes before I'm due to leave, I got a Trendicrap call with a couple who passed the phone back and forth, so I ended up getting both sides of their fight and not leaving until 11:41.
Wait, it gets better.
Sheriff's Department had a checkpoint on US1, and I got flagged through that. (Even after many years of virtuous living, that much attention of an official nature still makes me quiver anxiously.)
Went to Wal*Mart afterward for assorted stuff. Avoided the half-dozen drunk assholes yelling at each other in the parking lot. Gee, too bad all the cops were elsewhere, huh? Wound up stocking up on undergarments---10 pairs of assorted panties, a bra, and two boxes of knee highs (one black, one suntan). Now to fling every droopy, holey pair that rides up on me.... Also snagged a few groceries. *One* checkout open, not unreasonable at 1:30 a.m., you'd think, except there were about four of us, and *another* drunk asshole a couple carts back started a hue and cry about how he wanted a free gallon of ice cream, because they were supposed to open up another register if there were more than 4 people waiting, and that line was supposed to be 10 items or less, but we all had more than that, except for him---he had a four-pack of beer. (Yeah, like he needed that.) They opened another register, and after he'd taken his beer over there, I turned to the gal behind me in line and said, "Can you imagine the look on his face if I'd said I was paying with pennies?" And we both cracked up.
I'm in a surprisingly good mood for the amount of shit that's landed on me today. My tweed jacket arrived, and is actually rather cute, although I *seriously* need some great brown pants to wear with them. Honestly, if this keeps up, I'm going to break down and buy myself a new sewing machine in January. Trying to find women's 32/34 with a 34" inseam is for the birds!
And now, I'm going to bed, without reading my f'list, because I'm on the verge of narcolepsy....
S. had some of her Xmas shopping sent here and came by to pick it up as I was madly trying to get out the door to go to work. Timing.
Work---was actually in the section I was supposed to be in all day---logged in with the wrong number for the first hour---I kept getting calls for everything BUT Apparel---Cosmetics and Sporting Goods, and I know sweet fuck-all about either one. Got a lesson from my super on replying to things, which I semi-absorbed, and then, 20 minutes before I was supposed to go to lunch, I got a call from a Butch Boots customer---I'm not even going to START on that mess, but I was a half-hour late going to lunch and have probably earned muy cockroach kharma from the intensity of hoping the self-absorbed twat's head would explode. *sigh*
I had another Butch Boots caller after lunch, who sounded like she was crying, or had been crying---anyway, I ended up looking up the inventory stats on every single style of steel-toed shoes/boots they carry, to find ONE pair of size 10s. (And I by-God did, too. I felt sorry for her, unlike the other one, who was just snotty.)
Then at 11:20---10 minutes before I'm due to leave, I got a Trendicrap call with a couple who passed the phone back and forth, so I ended up getting both sides of their fight and not leaving until 11:41.
Wait, it gets better.
Sheriff's Department had a checkpoint on US1, and I got flagged through that. (Even after many years of virtuous living, that much attention of an official nature still makes me quiver anxiously.)
Went to Wal*Mart afterward for assorted stuff. Avoided the half-dozen drunk assholes yelling at each other in the parking lot. Gee, too bad all the cops were elsewhere, huh? Wound up stocking up on undergarments---10 pairs of assorted panties, a bra, and two boxes of knee highs (one black, one suntan). Now to fling every droopy, holey pair that rides up on me.... Also snagged a few groceries. *One* checkout open, not unreasonable at 1:30 a.m., you'd think, except there were about four of us, and *another* drunk asshole a couple carts back started a hue and cry about how he wanted a free gallon of ice cream, because they were supposed to open up another register if there were more than 4 people waiting, and that line was supposed to be 10 items or less, but we all had more than that, except for him---he had a four-pack of beer. (Yeah, like he needed that.) They opened another register, and after he'd taken his beer over there, I turned to the gal behind me in line and said, "Can you imagine the look on his face if I'd said I was paying with pennies?" And we both cracked up.
I'm in a surprisingly good mood for the amount of shit that's landed on me today. My tweed jacket arrived, and is actually rather cute, although I *seriously* need some great brown pants to wear with them. Honestly, if this keeps up, I'm going to break down and buy myself a new sewing machine in January. Trying to find women's 32/34 with a 34" inseam is for the birds!
And now, I'm going to bed, without reading my f'list, because I'm on the verge of narcolepsy....