Let me show you how they do it in the Marine Corps
I don’t think I’ve written here since summer ended. Well school and work and homework all have a way of eating my free time. But I’m sure you all know how that goes. Well I can’t say that work has been unbearable lately, simply because of a *cough* fight that broke out between two customers Saturday. And yes, I am talking about an actual physical fight. I was bagging for a customer at register 6. A cashier went on break/lunch or something so there was a really long line of customers at that register. Customer Service called Gary from the produce department to open a register just for a few minutes, to shorten the line at register 6. Gary helped a few customers, one of them being a black woman. Well Gary so happens to be black as well. A white senior citizen at my register asked to speak to the manager. Alex called Mrs. Small and she came to see what the problem was. “Why is it that I have to wait in line here when that black woman that was behind me gets to be checked out before I do?” Mrs. Small explained the situation to him, but he was too stubborn to understand. “You’re the wrong person to handle this properly because you’re the wrong color.” I was in complete shock. He just spoke to the store manager that way. But Mrs. small handled herself very professionally. “Sir, I’m sorry you feel that way, but assure you that is not the case.” He continued to be a jerk about it, but Mrs. Small just apologized again and walked away. I carried out my customer’s groceries and when I came back inside, I saw the same old man at the service desk pushing another customer. Well he shoved him back, and they went back and forth until the younger one knocked the old man over onto the floor. “I’m about to show you what I learned in the Marine Corps. You just wait until I get back up!” “You’re not getting back up!!” and pushed him down AGAIN! I didn’t know whether I should try to break them up or not. The old man’s arm was bleeding, but I didn’t feel too badly for him since he started the whole mess. But my tae kwon do instincts still wanted to take action. The only thing that stopped me was the thought of harming a customer and getting sued or fired. Shortly however all of the store managers were there and people were calling the cops. Cuss words were thrown wildly (and dumb sayings that might have sounded intelligent in the Prehistoric Era) and things calmed back down. I actually escorted the man out of the store; when I came back people were saying that they couldn’t believe I took his stuff out. Well the only other bagger was Amanda, and I sure didn’t were her to be alone outside with that man, near his car. The cops got there too late to do anything, and he had paid with cash. And I was too filled with adrenaline to realize that I could have gotten his license plate number. >_<.
I also had to work four hours after school Monday. BUT Mrs. Small sees me as the most responsible person there so she trusted me with the task of scrubbing the walls in the warehouse so that they could be painted. That seems like an unpleasant job, but she assured me otherwise, that she selected me for a reason, and of course with the temperature being 110 degrees, I was eager to take the job. She also allowed Matt to do the same. He saw me outside before my shift taking pictures of a weeping willow for my photography class and asked me about it. Well now he wants me to be his photographer when he becomes a model!! OMG I swear I almost laughed REALLY loud when he said that. The very first time I saw him I thought he belonged at Abercrombie. But I’m not so sure I want to make a living out of taking pictures of him posing for me…. Anyway, the cleaning and scrubbing. We were given four cleaning solutions: window cleaner, degreaser, 409, Brillo pads, all sorts of stuff. Well my lab safety test earlier that morning warned me of mixing chemicals, but it happened anyway. And the resulting fumes were overpowering. We were in the hot warehouse with those chemicals for three hours! Light-headed dizzy nauseous OMG!! Lol after my shift I bought 3 pints of ice cream, some stuff from the bakery, and wasabi/soy sauce flavored almonds. I was definitely a little woozy.
The ice cream, of course, was an offering to Pizza Night. I bought Rocky Road, Banana Pudding, and Chocolate Covered Cherries. I intended to let Grampa and Mrs. Shirley pick their flavor and have the whole pint to themselves…but they scooped out of the pints! It was just…weird. I was like, “You don’t have to do that. You can have the whole thing.” Mom likes Banana Pudding, so I intended that for Mrs. Shirley. Dad likes Rocky Road so I intended that for Grampa. But Mrs. Shirley had a scoop of each, and Grampa had one scoop of Rocky Road and I had two scoops of chocolate covered cherry and it was insane.
I made a 98% on the Biology II test I mentioned. I forgot whether or not you add water to acid, or if it’s the other way around. I now know that it is, in fact, the other way around. I just thought if a beaker was already completely filed with water and you pour in acid, there will be no more room for it inside the beaker and that the water would displace the acid, making the acid splash. But I was wrong. Hmm oh well. A 98% on a college level course test is certainly enough for me. We also had three labs, back-to-back-to-back. The guys missed one because of a “discipline assembly” third hour. So I just had to get the data from a friend and work out all the calculations, data tables, procedure, and conclusion on my own. I am convinced that my lab reports are going to be sooo much neater and more organized than most. I spent a lot of time on them and they rock.
I also had a photography test on three chapters, which was easy. A newbie in my fencing class really believes my last name is Creevy. I finished Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I wrote an awesome poem in Creative Writing that I will not post here until it is copyrighted. No ninja is taking credit for my awesome creativity. But I did write a clerihew that I may end up posting here because it sucks and if you want it you can pretty much have it. I mean…two couplets…about a famous person? WTF?
Grace and Casey both want me to burn a CD for them. Ricco has made fun of all the CDs I have played in his car so far: The Aquabats, Flogging Molly, and Rammstein. “Oh does the lead singer of Flogging Molly have red hair?” “Hm do Rammstein have blonde hair?” He’s so stereotypical that it annoys me. I came across a poem entitled “What Kind of Guy Was He?” which goes:
Just so you shouldn’t have to ask again,
He was the kind of guy that if he said
Something and you were the kind of guy that said
You can say that again, he’d say it again.
I chose that poem to read to the class and when asked why I chose that poem I explained that I have a friend who is “that kind of guy” but I will not give any hints as to who I was referring to because that would just be mean…
He wants me to bring my Utada Hikaru CD tomorrow. I swear if he makes fun of Japanese in any way! But I’m not too sure about that; it would be really awkward. Andy is carpooling with us- three guys in a two-door car listening to “Simple and Clean”… Ummm no. Kthxbye.
-Creevy
I also had to work four hours after school Monday. BUT Mrs. Small sees me as the most responsible person there so she trusted me with the task of scrubbing the walls in the warehouse so that they could be painted. That seems like an unpleasant job, but she assured me otherwise, that she selected me for a reason, and of course with the temperature being 110 degrees, I was eager to take the job. She also allowed Matt to do the same. He saw me outside before my shift taking pictures of a weeping willow for my photography class and asked me about it. Well now he wants me to be his photographer when he becomes a model!! OMG I swear I almost laughed REALLY loud when he said that. The very first time I saw him I thought he belonged at Abercrombie. But I’m not so sure I want to make a living out of taking pictures of him posing for me…. Anyway, the cleaning and scrubbing. We were given four cleaning solutions: window cleaner, degreaser, 409, Brillo pads, all sorts of stuff. Well my lab safety test earlier that morning warned me of mixing chemicals, but it happened anyway. And the resulting fumes were overpowering. We were in the hot warehouse with those chemicals for three hours! Light-headed dizzy nauseous OMG!! Lol after my shift I bought 3 pints of ice cream, some stuff from the bakery, and wasabi/soy sauce flavored almonds. I was definitely a little woozy.
The ice cream, of course, was an offering to Pizza Night. I bought Rocky Road, Banana Pudding, and Chocolate Covered Cherries. I intended to let Grampa and Mrs. Shirley pick their flavor and have the whole pint to themselves…but they scooped out of the pints! It was just…weird. I was like, “You don’t have to do that. You can have the whole thing.” Mom likes Banana Pudding, so I intended that for Mrs. Shirley. Dad likes Rocky Road so I intended that for Grampa. But Mrs. Shirley had a scoop of each, and Grampa had one scoop of Rocky Road and I had two scoops of chocolate covered cherry and it was insane.
I made a 98% on the Biology II test I mentioned. I forgot whether or not you add water to acid, or if it’s the other way around. I now know that it is, in fact, the other way around. I just thought if a beaker was already completely filed with water and you pour in acid, there will be no more room for it inside the beaker and that the water would displace the acid, making the acid splash. But I was wrong. Hmm oh well. A 98% on a college level course test is certainly enough for me. We also had three labs, back-to-back-to-back. The guys missed one because of a “discipline assembly” third hour. So I just had to get the data from a friend and work out all the calculations, data tables, procedure, and conclusion on my own. I am convinced that my lab reports are going to be sooo much neater and more organized than most. I spent a lot of time on them and they rock.
I also had a photography test on three chapters, which was easy. A newbie in my fencing class really believes my last name is Creevy. I finished Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I wrote an awesome poem in Creative Writing that I will not post here until it is copyrighted. No ninja is taking credit for my awesome creativity. But I did write a clerihew that I may end up posting here because it sucks and if you want it you can pretty much have it. I mean…two couplets…about a famous person? WTF?
Grace and Casey both want me to burn a CD for them. Ricco has made fun of all the CDs I have played in his car so far: The Aquabats, Flogging Molly, and Rammstein. “Oh does the lead singer of Flogging Molly have red hair?” “Hm do Rammstein have blonde hair?” He’s so stereotypical that it annoys me. I came across a poem entitled “What Kind of Guy Was He?” which goes:
Just so you shouldn’t have to ask again,
He was the kind of guy that if he said
Something and you were the kind of guy that said
You can say that again, he’d say it again.
I chose that poem to read to the class and when asked why I chose that poem I explained that I have a friend who is “that kind of guy” but I will not give any hints as to who I was referring to because that would just be mean…
He wants me to bring my Utada Hikaru CD tomorrow. I swear if he makes fun of Japanese in any way! But I’m not too sure about that; it would be really awkward. Andy is carpooling with us- three guys in a two-door car listening to “Simple and Clean”… Ummm no. Kthxbye.
-Creevy