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Don't you hate it when you're riding the bus home and it's absoulutely silent except for one idiot who is chattering loudly into his cellphone? And it's so loud that everyone on the bus can hear his entire conversation, but he's oblivious to the fact that he's not the only person on the bus? Yeah, I sat next to that guy on my way home tonight.
Anyways. Just another day at work - sometimes it feels like I spend my whole life there. But there's still been plenty of lunacy at my store in the last couple of days, lest my last weeks there be dull. Last night, the crazy-old-man boss wrote off a bunch of carrot juices that were going to expire. He told all of us that in consideration of product knowledge, we should try a carrot juice if we hadn't tried one before. Fair enough, right? Then he goes on to say that if you close your eyes and drink the carrot juice, it tastes just like a vanilla shake. Huh? I've had carrot juice before, plenty of times, and I can't say I've ever really thought it tasted even remotely like a vanilla shake. Like carrots, maybe. And admittedly, there is a sort of creaminess to carrot juice. But a vanilla shake??
I also had Freak Germophobe Lady in my line tonight. Every single time she comes through a line she instructs the cashier not to touch anywhere near the rim of whatever product she's buying, because "you've probably touched raw meat today." She's scary enough as it is, with tons of makeup and painted-on eyebrows. So anyways, I see her in my line and when she gets to the front I make sure she sees me spray my hands with sanitizer (in a purposely dramatic kind of way). She still gives me the instructions about how to properly handle her products, and when I accidentally touch part of the top of a jar of pasta sauce, she gets upset: "YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME!!!". The best, most wonderfully ironic part of the whole situation with this woman is that she always pays with cash. CASH. Cash is filthy no matter how you look at it, and unless she washes and sanitizes all her bills at home, she's certainly not going to get any germs from me touching her pasta sauce that's not on the money she carries in her wallet. What a freak.
Oh, the bizarre world of Trader Joe's. I'm so looking forward to my transfer. 14 days and counting...
Anyways. Just another day at work - sometimes it feels like I spend my whole life there. But there's still been plenty of lunacy at my store in the last couple of days, lest my last weeks there be dull. Last night, the crazy-old-man boss wrote off a bunch of carrot juices that were going to expire. He told all of us that in consideration of product knowledge, we should try a carrot juice if we hadn't tried one before. Fair enough, right? Then he goes on to say that if you close your eyes and drink the carrot juice, it tastes just like a vanilla shake. Huh? I've had carrot juice before, plenty of times, and I can't say I've ever really thought it tasted even remotely like a vanilla shake. Like carrots, maybe. And admittedly, there is a sort of creaminess to carrot juice. But a vanilla shake??
I also had Freak Germophobe Lady in my line tonight. Every single time she comes through a line she instructs the cashier not to touch anywhere near the rim of whatever product she's buying, because "you've probably touched raw meat today." She's scary enough as it is, with tons of makeup and painted-on eyebrows. So anyways, I see her in my line and when she gets to the front I make sure she sees me spray my hands with sanitizer (in a purposely dramatic kind of way). She still gives me the instructions about how to properly handle her products, and when I accidentally touch part of the top of a jar of pasta sauce, she gets upset: "YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME!!!". The best, most wonderfully ironic part of the whole situation with this woman is that she always pays with cash. CASH. Cash is filthy no matter how you look at it, and unless she washes and sanitizes all her bills at home, she's certainly not going to get any germs from me touching her pasta sauce that's not on the money she carries in her wallet. What a freak.
Oh, the bizarre world of Trader Joe's. I'm so looking forward to my transfer. 14 days and counting...