Mom stuff. Be warned.
Okay so.
Today was pretty good at work right up until...like...five thirty or so. I got this customer that looked extremely familiar, but I couldn't place her. She was ordering a sub to pick up after she got done grocery shopping and finally, when I was finished taking her order, I was like "You look VERY familiar". She asked me what my name was and I told her, and she gaped and grinned and squealed and was like "OMG! I'm YOUR GODMOTHER!"
Okay, so, I hadn't seen her since I was like....twelve. She and my mom were best friends. Keep in mind, I haven't seen my mom in eleven years. So, she walks off and the whole time I'm like "Okay, I'm gonna ask her about my mom, I'm gonna ask her about my mom." I'd figure, if anyone, she'd be the one to have at least SOME information. I get kind of nerve wracked about it, because I haven't talked to ANYONE that would have had any information about her.
So, she comes back about 45 minutes later and as I'm cashing her out she asks me about my dad, and after that I ask her if she's talked to my mom at all. She sort of rolls her eyes and shakes her head and asks "Why? What's she up to now?" And I reply with "I don't know, I haven't seen her since I was eleven." She gapes at me for a second, blinks "eleven?" then adds "You're better off, honey."
At the very least now I know where my Godmother is, and she's apparently not living that far away from Wegman's.
The rest of the night I was miserable and upset, because, honestly, I don't think about it a lot, but I really don't think I'm ever gonna see my mom again. It's not like I want her in my life constantly, but I have shit to say to her, and she has shit that she NEEDS to say to me. That and, like, if she DIED I'd never fucking know, or hell, if something happens to ME it's not like she'll know.
So, I'm upset a little about that, and on top of that I'm angry because I had the opportunity to leave work half an hour early but stupid fucking Deli wouldn't finish their dishes on time, so I had to DO THEIR DISHES FOR THEM just so I could do mine. Then I had to walk home in the friggin' cold, and GOD KNOWS WHY but whenever people are home and know other people still need to get in they LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR. EVEN WHEN THEY'RE SITTING LIKE FIVE FEET AWAY FROM IT! While I'm sitting there shoving things out of my purse to get to my keys, fucking Brad is on the other side of the door WAITING for me to fucking open it so he can lock it on me again before I can get it open.
Assholes. Everyone is an ASSHOLE.
Except the customers I made a wrap tray for today. They tried to give me like...a five dollar tip, which I refused. BUT IT WAS SO NICE OF THEM!
Imma go take my shower now.
Edit: I dropped candy from the stairwell over the railing and it hit Brad in the head. I feel successfully avenged now. ^_^
Today was pretty good at work right up until...like...five thirty or so. I got this customer that looked extremely familiar, but I couldn't place her. She was ordering a sub to pick up after she got done grocery shopping and finally, when I was finished taking her order, I was like "You look VERY familiar". She asked me what my name was and I told her, and she gaped and grinned and squealed and was like "OMG! I'm YOUR GODMOTHER!"
Okay, so, I hadn't seen her since I was like....twelve. She and my mom were best friends. Keep in mind, I haven't seen my mom in eleven years. So, she walks off and the whole time I'm like "Okay, I'm gonna ask her about my mom, I'm gonna ask her about my mom." I'd figure, if anyone, she'd be the one to have at least SOME information. I get kind of nerve wracked about it, because I haven't talked to ANYONE that would have had any information about her.
So, she comes back about 45 minutes later and as I'm cashing her out she asks me about my dad, and after that I ask her if she's talked to my mom at all. She sort of rolls her eyes and shakes her head and asks "Why? What's she up to now?" And I reply with "I don't know, I haven't seen her since I was eleven." She gapes at me for a second, blinks "eleven?" then adds "You're better off, honey."
At the very least now I know where my Godmother is, and she's apparently not living that far away from Wegman's.
The rest of the night I was miserable and upset, because, honestly, I don't think about it a lot, but I really don't think I'm ever gonna see my mom again. It's not like I want her in my life constantly, but I have shit to say to her, and she has shit that she NEEDS to say to me. That and, like, if she DIED I'd never fucking know, or hell, if something happens to ME it's not like she'll know.
So, I'm upset a little about that, and on top of that I'm angry because I had the opportunity to leave work half an hour early but stupid fucking Deli wouldn't finish their dishes on time, so I had to DO THEIR DISHES FOR THEM just so I could do mine. Then I had to walk home in the friggin' cold, and GOD KNOWS WHY but whenever people are home and know other people still need to get in they LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR. EVEN WHEN THEY'RE SITTING LIKE FIVE FEET AWAY FROM IT! While I'm sitting there shoving things out of my purse to get to my keys, fucking Brad is on the other side of the door WAITING for me to fucking open it so he can lock it on me again before I can get it open.
Assholes. Everyone is an ASSHOLE.
Except the customers I made a wrap tray for today. They tried to give me like...a five dollar tip, which I refused. BUT IT WAS SO NICE OF THEM!
Imma go take my shower now.
Edit: I dropped candy from the stairwell over the railing and it hit Brad in the head. I feel successfully avenged now. ^_^