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Well low and behold I have officially started my planned journal-theme-per-month. We're starting with Bleach because A) I already have the mood theme in place. B) Shuu and Ren's birthdays are both this month XD And I'm silly like that!
I'll get more/better icons up/made but...for now... it's done. Even if I'm a couple days late. Heh...heh...
Now, onto not-so-fannish things.
Ma'am,
If you have time to select wine, you have time to unclump bills.
Ma'am #2,
Just because you can't find someone to paint your house does not necessarily mean they're not accepting because they're substituting their income with drug sales/use.
(I wish I was joking about this one.)
Dear deli customers,
1/4th a lb.....of one thing? ...three rings in a row...really?
...okay. *sighs*
Dear Sir,
Thank you for offering to clean up the water that was leaking from a bottle that got twisted open. That was very sweet.
Dear Sir #2,
Thank you for going to check the price for me despite having two kids with you. You really didn't have to. It meant a lot to me.
Dearest Ma'am #3,
I realize you've probably had a long day, and thank you so much for being sweet at the end of our transaction. I am very sorry it took me so long to locate, or not in the case as it were, the drink in the size you desired. I even pulled an off-duty co-worker back to help as tomorrow is delivery and things can get a little shuffled back there before such things. But please do not sigh constantly, and insist that it's 'right there' when what is 'right there' is a liter and not the half-gallon you requested.
Dear Ma'am #4,
Thank you for offering to go fetch your own cigs from my co-worker on the register they're at. As you can see we're very busy and this solved just so many problems.
Dear Ma'ams,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being so kind and patient when it took one customer a little longer to complete her transaction and write her check. Thank you even more for continuing to do so when the printer decided it would die at the end of this transaction and I had to reboot, reset, and reprint the lady's receipt.
Dear Sir #3,
Not only did you donate to the special olympics when I asked, but I also saw you slip money into BOTH donation cans while I was getting your receipts. (stray cat program and fisherman's memorial) You. Rock.
Dear Sir #4,
Making 'joking' comments about my bag wasting when you've said nothign to me about how you want things bagged, have not ordered, and I'm attempting not to squish various items is nothing new. But adding on comments about our receipts killing too many trees... talk to every other machine-run register system out there as well, kay, thx plz.
Dear Co-Worker,
I realize you've had a long and busy day before I got there. I assure you so have our other co-workers. And I realize you probably meant it as a joke. But mentioning that you saw me driving, and then yelling quite loudly around a ton of customers two or three times about how 'slow' I was going 'all the way out the road' is A) humiliating B)incorrect.
This may seem stupid, but at 23 with only a learner's permit, and being stuck in this town partially because of it, this is a very touchy subject for me. I'm, quite frankly, ashamed of myself for it.
I know you don't believe that I was going 50. But my scared-shitless mother and my meter would certainly disagree. Even if I weren't I can assure you it was no 25. No repeating it doesn't change this. And I assure you if you had said so one more time I would have most likely asked you if I was going so slow, why exactly didn't you just pass me as many others did? ((Note: I was actually going 45-55 depending on part of the road... those who were passing were going faster when max is 55. It's a long stretch with usually no patrolling.)
Though I do admit it was some sick consolation to hear my mother snort and then tell me about several vehicles you and your husband have smashed up, and the accidents your children have been in. Not for the damages, but to hear who it's coming from. I suppose I should also be satisfied that that was your only complaint, and slightly scared as I know I was doing terrible.
THough can I just say that I love how if there's two-three people in line, someone will inevitably make a comment or ask about a second checker...however if there's say...five, and I'm too focused on getting people through to realize this...no one says a word. x.x
I'll get more/better icons up/made but...for now... it's done. Even if I'm a couple days late. Heh...heh...
Now, onto not-so-fannish things.
Ma'am,
If you have time to select wine, you have time to unclump bills.
Ma'am #2,
Just because you can't find someone to paint your house does not necessarily mean they're not accepting because they're substituting their income with drug sales/use.
(I wish I was joking about this one.)
Dear deli customers,
1/4th a lb.....of one thing? ...three rings in a row...really?
...okay. *sighs*
Dear Sir,
Thank you for offering to clean up the water that was leaking from a bottle that got twisted open. That was very sweet.
Dear Sir #2,
Thank you for going to check the price for me despite having two kids with you. You really didn't have to. It meant a lot to me.
Dearest Ma'am #3,
I realize you've probably had a long day, and thank you so much for being sweet at the end of our transaction. I am very sorry it took me so long to locate, or not in the case as it were, the drink in the size you desired. I even pulled an off-duty co-worker back to help as tomorrow is delivery and things can get a little shuffled back there before such things. But please do not sigh constantly, and insist that it's 'right there' when what is 'right there' is a liter and not the half-gallon you requested.
Dear Ma'am #4,
Thank you for offering to go fetch your own cigs from my co-worker on the register they're at. As you can see we're very busy and this solved just so many problems.
Dear Ma'ams,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being so kind and patient when it took one customer a little longer to complete her transaction and write her check. Thank you even more for continuing to do so when the printer decided it would die at the end of this transaction and I had to reboot, reset, and reprint the lady's receipt.
Dear Sir #3,
Not only did you donate to the special olympics when I asked, but I also saw you slip money into BOTH donation cans while I was getting your receipts. (stray cat program and fisherman's memorial) You. Rock.
Dear Sir #4,
Making 'joking' comments about my bag wasting when you've said nothign to me about how you want things bagged, have not ordered, and I'm attempting not to squish various items is nothing new. But adding on comments about our receipts killing too many trees... talk to every other machine-run register system out there as well, kay, thx plz.
Dear Co-Worker,
I realize you've had a long and busy day before I got there. I assure you so have our other co-workers. And I realize you probably meant it as a joke. But mentioning that you saw me driving, and then yelling quite loudly around a ton of customers two or three times about how 'slow' I was going 'all the way out the road' is A) humiliating B)incorrect.
This may seem stupid, but at 23 with only a learner's permit, and being stuck in this town partially because of it, this is a very touchy subject for me. I'm, quite frankly, ashamed of myself for it.
I know you don't believe that I was going 50. But my scared-shitless mother and my meter would certainly disagree. Even if I weren't I can assure you it was no 25. No repeating it doesn't change this. And I assure you if you had said so one more time I would have most likely asked you if I was going so slow, why exactly didn't you just pass me as many others did? ((Note: I was actually going 45-55 depending on part of the road... those who were passing were going faster when max is 55. It's a long stretch with usually no patrolling.)
Though I do admit it was some sick consolation to hear my mother snort and then tell me about several vehicles you and your husband have smashed up, and the accidents your children have been in. Not for the damages, but to hear who it's coming from. I suppose I should also be satisfied that that was your only complaint, and slightly scared as I know I was doing terrible.
THough can I just say that I love how if there's two-three people in line, someone will inevitably make a comment or ask about a second checker...however if there's say...five, and I'm too focused on getting people through to realize this...no one says a word. x.x