Hope I Die Before I Get Old...
So... Murphy got her old Compaq Presario back. and I'm now using it for all my internety needs. Meaning I'll once again be blogging about stuff.
I'm considering keeping this as my personal Journal and creating a separate one for my comic/movie/political commentary. I already started one up at Rotten Tomatoes, but no one reads Rotten Tomatoes blogs.
Wal-Mart has turned into a job job. I'm out there everyday, stocking and zoning (That's what they call moving up all the merchandise to the front of the shelf, which is actually detrimental to sales.) I'm realizing that management are idiots, and that foods is the only department where everyone takes themselves seriously, ulike, say, electronics, which is goof-off happy time. Meanwhile, for me it's "You better ZONE!!" "But I already zoned!" "ZONE HARDER! And don't even think about bring stuff out that we need to have on the shelves! You don't have time for that! You could be zoning!"
Zoning is actually a stupid way to dothings. If you see a group of Oreos on the shelf which are missing items, and are scattered around, you know, "Hey! people are buying Oreos! Maybe they're good! I should buy some!" Then you think to yourself, dude, they are friggin Oreos. I know how Oreos taste. But say next to them is a perfect display of Nutter Butters which is nice and neat, wel, that maeans no one is friggin buying them. Guh. Der.
Also, I've learned that Ihat I hate old people. The other day, a woman and I had this dialouge:
OLD LADY: I DON'T LIKE LARGE LIMA BEANS!
Me: Ooookay..
LADY: WHY DON'T YOU CARRY THE SMALL ONES?!
Me: I don't...I'm...
BITCH: OTHER STORES CARRY THE SMALL ONES
Me: I'm sorry, I...
HAG: YOU NEED TO MAKE THEM CARRY SMALL LIMA BEANS THEY'D SELL! I KNOW THEY'D SELL!
Me: I go on break now...
Husband: Can you help me find the sunglasses?
Me: Certainly, sir. They're...
SHREW: FOR MEN!!!!
Me: Excuse me?
PAIN: ALL WE SEE ARE SUNGLASSES FOR KIDS! WE DON'T NEED KIDDIE GLASSES!
Me: Over there (Pointing them towards wmen's glasses, because, well, screw that)
She literally yelled at me in the middle of the store over Lima Beans. This isn't the only one. Something about being old makes them feel like they're entitled and can treat people however the hell they want.
We may be a generation of pussies, but the Greatest Generation is a bunch of assholes.
I realize this is a screaming generalization, but it's fairly common among people who work where I o to find that the older a customer, the ruder.
I'm considering keeping this as my personal Journal and creating a separate one for my comic/movie/political commentary. I already started one up at Rotten Tomatoes, but no one reads Rotten Tomatoes blogs.
Wal-Mart has turned into a job job. I'm out there everyday, stocking and zoning (That's what they call moving up all the merchandise to the front of the shelf, which is actually detrimental to sales.) I'm realizing that management are idiots, and that foods is the only department where everyone takes themselves seriously, ulike, say, electronics, which is goof-off happy time. Meanwhile, for me it's "You better ZONE!!" "But I already zoned!" "ZONE HARDER! And don't even think about bring stuff out that we need to have on the shelves! You don't have time for that! You could be zoning!"
Zoning is actually a stupid way to dothings. If you see a group of Oreos on the shelf which are missing items, and are scattered around, you know, "Hey! people are buying Oreos! Maybe they're good! I should buy some!" Then you think to yourself, dude, they are friggin Oreos. I know how Oreos taste. But say next to them is a perfect display of Nutter Butters which is nice and neat, wel, that maeans no one is friggin buying them. Guh. Der.
Also, I've learned that Ihat I hate old people. The other day, a woman and I had this dialouge:
OLD LADY: I DON'T LIKE LARGE LIMA BEANS!
Me: Ooookay..
LADY: WHY DON'T YOU CARRY THE SMALL ONES?!
Me: I don't...I'm...
BITCH: OTHER STORES CARRY THE SMALL ONES
Me: I'm sorry, I...
HAG: YOU NEED TO MAKE THEM CARRY SMALL LIMA BEANS THEY'D SELL! I KNOW THEY'D SELL!
Me: I go on break now...
Husband: Can you help me find the sunglasses?
Me: Certainly, sir. They're...
SHREW: FOR MEN!!!!
Me: Excuse me?
PAIN: ALL WE SEE ARE SUNGLASSES FOR KIDS! WE DON'T NEED KIDDIE GLASSES!
Me: Over there (Pointing them towards wmen's glasses, because, well, screw that)
She literally yelled at me in the middle of the store over Lima Beans. This isn't the only one. Something about being old makes them feel like they're entitled and can treat people however the hell they want.
We may be a generation of pussies, but the Greatest Generation is a bunch of assholes.
I realize this is a screaming generalization, but it's fairly common among people who work where I o to find that the older a customer, the ruder.