Thanksgiving is over, and there are 14 days till my b-day.
Yesterday wasn't the worst Thanksgiving ever, but it was not one I'll want to remember. I woke up with a sore throat and my eyes itched like hell. I knew things weren't well in my corner of the world. But I went to work anyway because it was time-and-a-half. I had to work from 9 am to 3 pm, and every other customer was all, "I can't believe you have to work today." I guess it never changes no matter which job you work at. The customers either have pity on you for having to work on a holiday, or they look at you with such contempt that you'd even think of working on a holiday. I know what they're thinking: "God, do you have a life?! Are you ever not working?" And I wish that were the case. I really wish it were. But no. I'm a working single woman in the real world; I don't have a sugar daddy/husband whom I can fall back on.
The working part really wasn't that bad, to be honest. Grocery stores kind of need to be open on a day like this, though, for the last-minute customers who forgot little things or ran out of Cool Whip/apple cider/napkins/ice/etc.
The two most frequent questions I got yesterday?:
1. "Do you have any more newspapers? You're all out up front."
To which I responded, "Uhm...then we're probably all out. You can check the service center, but I think we're wiped out."
2. At the beginning of an order when I ask, "Did you find everything you were looking for?" the customer would pause a bit...then ask, "Can you guys sell alcohol today?" Then when they found out they could buy beer/wine, they'd run off and grab a few bottles of wine from the booze aisle.
We didn't have much room at home. It was all four of us, plus Grandma Julie, plus Grandma Cozie, plus Troy and TJ and Sandy. (Of course, no Diane; she had to work.) We made too much food; there's not enough room in the fridge for it all.
I wasn't thrilled with the food we had this year, to be honest. In my opinion, the turkey turned out kind of dry. (Dad cooked the turkey this year.) The green bean casserole wasn't as good as it usually is. My one big gripe.....Where the hell was the gravy?! I like gravy on my mashed potatoes, on my turkey, on my stuffing, and I had no gravy this year. Big let-down. But the pie wasn't that bad. And I'm not one for apple pie, but I had some.
Now I am sick. I had to run to Walgreen's for cold medicine and tissues and antibacterial gel-stuff (for work). So I'm taking my alloted day off (*rolls eyes*) to recuperate before going back to work. Ugh.
I could go on, but Hunter's got his girlfriend over and I'm listening to conversation. More laterz, yo.
The working part really wasn't that bad, to be honest. Grocery stores kind of need to be open on a day like this, though, for the last-minute customers who forgot little things or ran out of Cool Whip/apple cider/napkins/ice/etc.
The two most frequent questions I got yesterday?:
1. "Do you have any more newspapers? You're all out up front."
To which I responded, "Uhm...then we're probably all out. You can check the service center, but I think we're wiped out."
2. At the beginning of an order when I ask, "Did you find everything you were looking for?" the customer would pause a bit...then ask, "Can you guys sell alcohol today?" Then when they found out they could buy beer/wine, they'd run off and grab a few bottles of wine from the booze aisle.
We didn't have much room at home. It was all four of us, plus Grandma Julie, plus Grandma Cozie, plus Troy and TJ and Sandy. (Of course, no Diane; she had to work.) We made too much food; there's not enough room in the fridge for it all.
I wasn't thrilled with the food we had this year, to be honest. In my opinion, the turkey turned out kind of dry. (Dad cooked the turkey this year.) The green bean casserole wasn't as good as it usually is. My one big gripe.....Where the hell was the gravy?! I like gravy on my mashed potatoes, on my turkey, on my stuffing, and I had no gravy this year. Big let-down. But the pie wasn't that bad. And I'm not one for apple pie, but I had some.
Now I am sick. I had to run to Walgreen's for cold medicine and tissues and antibacterial gel-stuff (for work). So I'm taking my alloted day off (*rolls eyes*) to recuperate before going back to work. Ugh.
I could go on, but Hunter's got his girlfriend over and I'm listening to conversation. More laterz, yo.