treasure hunt!
It's been a running joke that my cat will take anything that's not nailed down and either eat it or just drag it around the house. We've known for a while that she has a Stash somewhere, but we've never come across it in our cleanings, until tonight, just out of curiosity.
Lard wanted her hair elastics (her favorite toy) but none were to be had in the kitchen junk drawer, so I got on my stomach with a flashlight behind the couch and...
Under the couch:
- About 20 taffy wrappers
- One whole tortilla chip and several crumbs (stocking up for winter, I guess)
- Tissue paper and gold foil shrapnel
- 3 mechanical pencils
- 4 of Smeg's lip glosses, one of which without its cap (Kitten was nice enough to let Smeg keep it) and is surprisingly not that hairy/ganky!
- A green chip clip
- Smeg's black hairclip
- 2 bottles of Mom's eyedrops
- 1 Requip pill
- 1 Allegra pill
- 1 ballpoint pen
- Small red Xmas ornament
- A Tootsie Roll pop
- 2 wooden beads
- my M crochet hook
- 2 stitch markers
- Various pieces of trash
- A wad of gummi candies
- 2 business cards
Under the stove and fridge:
- 10 hair elastics
- 1 thumbtack
- Numerous food crumbs
- Dust bunnies the size of my forearm (as to be expected)
Oh, Kitten. Of course, she was really excited to see all her favorite toys and wanted to make off with them right away, so Mom put the stash in a basket out of her reach until I was through.
Jack is asleep on my unmade bed, which is draped with clean laundry. Thanks, kitty! He isn't drooling on any of my clothes, though, thankfully.
Today wasn't so bad - I'm getting more competent and efficient at my job, but NO BITCHES WERE HELPING ME. There should be more than one cashier up there, but I was alone for at least half the time and had to call an inventory worker up so I could go on break. And some chick was wandering around the men's section and I asked her to take back 2 pieces of luggage a customer didn't want as they were in the way and she was all, "!!!?!!? BUT THAT'S NOT MY DEPARTMENT. YOU HAVE TO CALL MIIIIIIIIKE." Lady, it would take you 2 minutes, and I am the only POS on duty up here. TAKE THE FUCKING BAGS. Alas, I had to call Mike, who was odd:
"Hi, there's 2 pieces of luggage up here that need to be taken back."
"*Sharp gasp* ...Okay."
*Mike appears and goes to the luggage* "The black one doesn't have a price tag or UPC on it."
"*Sharp gasp* ... Cool."
I'm glad someone there has a sense of ... well, I dunno, really.
People need to stop fucking around during the end of transactions and then SUDDENLY DECIDING they don't want what they bought. When they do that, I have to get the manager on duty to come up, unlock the keyboard and hand-void the transaction. It always takes forever to get an MOD up there and in the meantime, everyone gets fucking emo about it. WHINEEEE I HAVE NO PATIENCESSSESSS. Also, Some Bitch was 3rd in my line and I had been calling for backup whenever I had time, and she whined, "Isn't someone else going to come up and open one of these registers??? >(!!" THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO FOR YOUR ASS. Please to STFU.
And The Old People just can't give it a rest! "WELL, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I want my SENIOR CITIZEN'S DISCOUNT. 'Cause I am A SENIOR CITIZEN." "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we do those tomorrow." "Humph! How much would I save?" "Uhh, 10 to 15%, I think." "*grumble* I should just come back then, but ohhhkay, I guess I'll just buy this." NO ONE'S MAKING YOU SHOP TODAY. COME BE OLD TOMORROW. FROM 8 AM TO 10 PM, WE WILL CATER TO YOUR WRINKLED ASS. THANK YOU.
I submitted a change of availability form over my break, so I won't work on Thursdays at all and can see the new therapist I wanted to try, and also, they can't make me work FOR FUCKING EVER, ALL THE TIME. I wanted a part-time job, not indentured servantry. This weekend, I work 2 to 10:30 PM on Saturday and 1:15 to 8:00 PM on Sunday, and it will be No Fun at all. Then I work 11:45 AM to I'm-not-sure-they-need-to-correct-it because I decided I won't work after 3 on Mondays out of convenience. Also, laziness.
I just talked with Dad about HIS job and he was too ='( to realize he could quit and leave poor Mike high and dry and do something else. Mike is the guy who is an accountant/auditor who needed Dad's help at InfoUSA back in August. Dad got hired there full-time around Xmas and has been whining since. Actually, he whined before, because he can't find a job that fits his narrow specifications. SO MANY TIMES, I have told him we can goddamn budget for a while and he doesn't have to work a job he hates, and he's all UR 2 YUNG U JUST DUN UNDERSTAND WHAT IT TAKES 2 B AN ADULT!!!!!1111 I HAVE TO BE A MARTYR CUZ IF I DON'T WHINE, WHO WILL???//?// 9_9 Smeg made an emo-tear gesture from the kitchen and I almost started laughing during one of his embittered raves.
I told him of my plans to leave, and he mistakenly thinks the b0rg gives a damn about me/respects me, and when I said I hate it there, that's when he was all >( I H8 MYYYYY JOBBBBB BUT I HAVE TO PAY 4 UR LYF. U DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!111 BEING MISERABLE IS FUN!!!!!11 Jesus.
J.
Lard wanted her hair elastics (her favorite toy) but none were to be had in the kitchen junk drawer, so I got on my stomach with a flashlight behind the couch and...
Under the couch:
- About 20 taffy wrappers
- One whole tortilla chip and several crumbs (stocking up for winter, I guess)
- Tissue paper and gold foil shrapnel
- 3 mechanical pencils
- 4 of Smeg's lip glosses, one of which without its cap (Kitten was nice enough to let Smeg keep it) and is surprisingly not that hairy/ganky!
- A green chip clip
- Smeg's black hairclip
- 2 bottles of Mom's eyedrops
- 1 Requip pill
- 1 Allegra pill
- 1 ballpoint pen
- Small red Xmas ornament
- A Tootsie Roll pop
- 2 wooden beads
- my M crochet hook
- 2 stitch markers
- Various pieces of trash
- A wad of gummi candies
- 2 business cards
Under the stove and fridge:
- 10 hair elastics
- 1 thumbtack
- Numerous food crumbs
- Dust bunnies the size of my forearm (as to be expected)
Oh, Kitten. Of course, she was really excited to see all her favorite toys and wanted to make off with them right away, so Mom put the stash in a basket out of her reach until I was through.
Jack is asleep on my unmade bed, which is draped with clean laundry. Thanks, kitty! He isn't drooling on any of my clothes, though, thankfully.
Today wasn't so bad - I'm getting more competent and efficient at my job, but NO BITCHES WERE HELPING ME. There should be more than one cashier up there, but I was alone for at least half the time and had to call an inventory worker up so I could go on break. And some chick was wandering around the men's section and I asked her to take back 2 pieces of luggage a customer didn't want as they were in the way and she was all, "!!!?!!? BUT THAT'S NOT MY DEPARTMENT. YOU HAVE TO CALL MIIIIIIIIKE." Lady, it would take you 2 minutes, and I am the only POS on duty up here. TAKE THE FUCKING BAGS. Alas, I had to call Mike, who was odd:
"Hi, there's 2 pieces of luggage up here that need to be taken back."
"*Sharp gasp* ...Okay."
*Mike appears and goes to the luggage* "The black one doesn't have a price tag or UPC on it."
"*Sharp gasp* ... Cool."
I'm glad someone there has a sense of ... well, I dunno, really.
People need to stop fucking around during the end of transactions and then SUDDENLY DECIDING they don't want what they bought. When they do that, I have to get the manager on duty to come up, unlock the keyboard and hand-void the transaction. It always takes forever to get an MOD up there and in the meantime, everyone gets fucking emo about it. WHINEEEE I HAVE NO PATIENCESSSESSS. Also, Some Bitch was 3rd in my line and I had been calling for backup whenever I had time, and she whined, "Isn't someone else going to come up and open one of these registers??? >(!!" THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO FOR YOUR ASS. Please to STFU.
And The Old People just can't give it a rest! "WELL, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I want my SENIOR CITIZEN'S DISCOUNT. 'Cause I am A SENIOR CITIZEN." "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we do those tomorrow." "Humph! How much would I save?" "Uhh, 10 to 15%, I think." "*grumble* I should just come back then, but ohhhkay, I guess I'll just buy this." NO ONE'S MAKING YOU SHOP TODAY. COME BE OLD TOMORROW. FROM 8 AM TO 10 PM, WE WILL CATER TO YOUR WRINKLED ASS. THANK YOU.
I submitted a change of availability form over my break, so I won't work on Thursdays at all and can see the new therapist I wanted to try, and also, they can't make me work FOR FUCKING EVER, ALL THE TIME. I wanted a part-time job, not indentured servantry. This weekend, I work 2 to 10:30 PM on Saturday and 1:15 to 8:00 PM on Sunday, and it will be No Fun at all. Then I work 11:45 AM to I'm-not-sure-they-need-to-correct-it because I decided I won't work after 3 on Mondays out of convenience. Also, laziness.
I just talked with Dad about HIS job and he was too ='( to realize he could quit and leave poor Mike high and dry and do something else. Mike is the guy who is an accountant/auditor who needed Dad's help at InfoUSA back in August. Dad got hired there full-time around Xmas and has been whining since. Actually, he whined before, because he can't find a job that fits his narrow specifications. SO MANY TIMES, I have told him we can goddamn budget for a while and he doesn't have to work a job he hates, and he's all UR 2 YUNG U JUST DUN UNDERSTAND WHAT IT TAKES 2 B AN ADULT!!!!!1111 I HAVE TO BE A MARTYR CUZ IF I DON'T WHINE, WHO WILL???//?// 9_9 Smeg made an emo-tear gesture from the kitchen and I almost started laughing during one of his embittered raves.
I told him of my plans to leave, and he mistakenly thinks the b0rg gives a damn about me/respects me, and when I said I hate it there, that's when he was all >( I H8 MYYYYY JOBBBBB BUT I HAVE TO PAY 4 UR LYF. U DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!111 BEING MISERABLE IS FUN!!!!!11 Jesus.
J.