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Jun. 11th, 2004
Crazy children.
Jun. 11th, 2004 11:34 amI don't know quite how I missed it, but some kid managed to pile a bunch of those bookstore-stepstools into a pyramid while I was distracted. I go to look at the back of the kids' section (to make sure no one is dead or anything) and there's this incredibly fat little girl sitting on the ground, reading manga from the shelf in front of her. Beside this kid is a pyramid of stepstools. I dismantled the tower, most of which belonged to other parts of the store.
It boggles the mind. I still don't know how or why or if aliens were involved. I used to be an alien nut... a goth alien nut. Ah... Grade 10.
There's been a high proportion of weird shit lately, mostly other people.
- an accident a few days ago on Dundas; three cars involved, t-intersection, two cars looked like they smacked head-on, but the third was a station wagon with the end busted up. Normally with a collision you can guess the how and why but there was no telling what the hell happended there. Random smushed-up cars.
- same day, Dad saw a woman drive straight into the concrete centre thingie at an intersection and look totally confused as to how that light standard showed up in the middle of her engine.
- three crazy women at work, all the same age, all the same crazy-ness. Needlepoint lady, the woman who LOVES TOMB RAIDER AND CAN I PLEASE TOUCH YOUR HAIR??? (good for you, lady, my hair is long and I am not Lara Croft. anyone can tell you that. duh.), third the woman who kept talking at me and kept forgetting what my name was so she kept checking my nametag. 4 times in 5 minutes she had to keep checking like she's never seen it before
I probably should have reported her for being weirdness personified and creepy vibes to the extreme, but hell, management laid out this new rule with selling loyalty cards and I was just trying to get through the day without feeling any sicker... blegh.
Fucking Chapters. I'm leaving leaving leaving. I'll go back and work Christmas because that was mad fun and one can make serious coin from Christian capitalists, but now it's all bullshit. The dress code is now dictating the kind of socks we can wear. Fuck that. Now we have a quota for how many loyalty cards we have to sell on the floor. It'll affect our performance reviews. Some people will never sell cards. Ever. I sold one yesterday, but it still pisses me off. Fuck retail and especially fuck Frau "I-Own-a-Lifestyle-Department-Store" and her dumbass rules that ruin a perfectly good chain of stores.
It boggles the mind. I still don't know how or why or if aliens were involved. I used to be an alien nut... a goth alien nut. Ah... Grade 10.
There's been a high proportion of weird shit lately, mostly other people.
- an accident a few days ago on Dundas; three cars involved, t-intersection, two cars looked like they smacked head-on, but the third was a station wagon with the end busted up. Normally with a collision you can guess the how and why but there was no telling what the hell happended there. Random smushed-up cars.
- same day, Dad saw a woman drive straight into the concrete centre thingie at an intersection and look totally confused as to how that light standard showed up in the middle of her engine.
- three crazy women at work, all the same age, all the same crazy-ness. Needlepoint lady, the woman who LOVES TOMB RAIDER AND CAN I PLEASE TOUCH YOUR HAIR??? (good for you, lady, my hair is long and I am not Lara Croft. anyone can tell you that. duh.), third the woman who kept talking at me and kept forgetting what my name was so she kept checking my nametag. 4 times in 5 minutes she had to keep checking like she's never seen it before
I probably should have reported her for being weirdness personified and creepy vibes to the extreme, but hell, management laid out this new rule with selling loyalty cards and I was just trying to get through the day without feeling any sicker... blegh.
Fucking Chapters. I'm leaving leaving leaving. I'll go back and work Christmas because that was mad fun and one can make serious coin from Christian capitalists, but now it's all bullshit. The dress code is now dictating the kind of socks we can wear. Fuck that. Now we have a quota for how many loyalty cards we have to sell on the floor. It'll affect our performance reviews. Some people will never sell cards. Ever. I sold one yesterday, but it still pisses me off. Fuck retail and especially fuck Frau "I-Own-a-Lifestyle-Department-Store" and her dumbass rules that ruin a perfectly good chain of stores.