Hell's Kitchen
Yes, today was my first day back at Price Chopper, more commonly referred to as hell. After picking out a mattress this morning...and being expelled from school...high school. Yeah, apparently you now need to have an appointment to see the teachers you actually liked...thank you ASS HOLES!!!
Some mattresses comfy.
Price Chopper is always a bit weird. Today they had me as courtesy clerk (bagger) instead of my typical bottle clerk position. Nice change of pace, though standing in the same spot for six hours is not really worth $7/hour is it? On top of this, someone had bought a package of Smart Balance. I was in the process of explaining that the formula was researched at Brandeis University when the packaging fell apart. I told the customer that it did not in fact come from Brandeis University. This happened once more, though I only thought about Brandeis and the Smart Balance fell apart...
Kind of odd. I was doing re-shops (yes, I know Tammy knows what these are) and I saw something that made me do a spin-turn-kick thing in the middle of the cereal isle. Pirates of the Caribbean...with Captain Jack (Sparrow-not making the same mistake 2x) pointing to a bowl of...well you can probably guess. WTF!!! Jack Sparrow CEREAL. I would buy it JUST TO EAT THE BOX!!! I have no problem with cereal or Pirates of the Caribbean, but that's taking it just a bit far isn't it?
Also, I had to write a Price Chopper scholarship essay. Here was the topic:
How has working for Price Chopper and winning this scholarship influenced your perspective on yourself, your education, and your life goals?
Let me think. How has Price Chopper affected my state of being? I suppose they're looking for positive things. My response was sarcastic, arrogant, and made reference to a sadistic mathematics professor. I redefined words and speculated on how I could be a better human being if only they gave me more money. I may post it at some future date, but I doubt anyone has any interest, so I'll leave it out.
Eat red roses with distilled drano max to accomplish a 5 hour erection. Then consult doctor immediately and tell all your friends.
Some mattresses comfy.
Price Chopper is always a bit weird. Today they had me as courtesy clerk (bagger) instead of my typical bottle clerk position. Nice change of pace, though standing in the same spot for six hours is not really worth $7/hour is it? On top of this, someone had bought a package of Smart Balance. I was in the process of explaining that the formula was researched at Brandeis University when the packaging fell apart. I told the customer that it did not in fact come from Brandeis University. This happened once more, though I only thought about Brandeis and the Smart Balance fell apart...
Kind of odd. I was doing re-shops (yes, I know Tammy knows what these are) and I saw something that made me do a spin-turn-kick thing in the middle of the cereal isle. Pirates of the Caribbean...with Captain Jack (Sparrow-not making the same mistake 2x) pointing to a bowl of...well you can probably guess. WTF!!! Jack Sparrow CEREAL. I would buy it JUST TO EAT THE BOX!!! I have no problem with cereal or Pirates of the Caribbean, but that's taking it just a bit far isn't it?
Also, I had to write a Price Chopper scholarship essay. Here was the topic:
How has working for Price Chopper and winning this scholarship influenced your perspective on yourself, your education, and your life goals?
Let me think. How has Price Chopper affected my state of being? I suppose they're looking for positive things. My response was sarcastic, arrogant, and made reference to a sadistic mathematics professor. I redefined words and speculated on how I could be a better human being if only they gave me more money. I may post it at some future date, but I doubt anyone has any interest, so I'll leave it out.
Eat red roses with distilled drano max to accomplish a 5 hour erection. Then consult doctor immediately and tell all your friends.