Peanut ad, plus work today.
If you're friends with my roommate, you've seen this, but I just had to share it again.
And now, The rest.
Today at work, I was helping a customer with his lottery, and he says "pick me a winner, eh?" and the woman waiting her turn says, "if he could pick a winner, he wouldn't be workin here!" and the guy says, "yeah, but who knows, he might be lucky" and my super walks up and is like, to the guy, "is she helping you, sir?" and she points to me at the register, and he looked at her, and looked at me, and said, "uh... um. yeah, I guess"
Then one of my regulars comes up and buys a few items, and he's like, "do you mind if I write my check over?" and I'm like, "like I care, it's your money." and then I realised that that was an assholish thing to say, so I was like, "I'm sorry, I'm just really tired today. I didn't mean to sound rude." and he's like, "it's okay, I completely understand" and he hands me his check and I process it and give him his change, and he slides a dollar across the counter, "I found this on the floor, I think you dropped it" and he winks and looks over at the super (we're not supposed to take tips), and I'm like, "*blush* thanks" and he's like, "no problem, have a better day, eh?"
And then the customer we call "the candy man" comes in, and we all like it when he comes in, which is like three times a week at various times... because he goes to each checker and bagger and gives us a few pieces of candy. And if you tell him which ones you like the best, he gives you those kind. I like the sour ones, and today he gave me a sour one, and a mint, and a chocolate, yay.
Also, at work, the supervisor on the night crew told me he thought I was a "sweet girl" and one of my coworkers came up after he'd left and said, "don't worry, the rest of us know you're really an angry cynical guy" and we started chuckling. It was super-funny though, because he has broken ribs so he started laughing and then he was like, "ow ow ow quit it quit making me laugh quit laughing it hurts." Which, I guess isn't really funny, because he was in pain, but funny because laughing hurt but it just made him want to laugh more at himself for being in pain.
Tonight at work Gareth and I also got into an argument about who would win in a fight: him with a mop or me with a broom. He seems to believe that no matter which of us has the mop, he'd win. But he also argues that the mop is a formitable weapon, designed for maximum damage, whereas the broom, you could hit someone with a broom til you were blue in the face and they wouldn't fall down.
I told him I'm quick and agile, and the broom, being lighter, would be effectively used by me, to get under his defenses before him and his heavy-ass mop had the chance to wind up.
Of course, it doesn't help that Gareht's like, 3x my size, so he has the strength advantage.
*sigh* It was an okay day, though, not so bad.
Also, to those who said they wanted to see pics of me smiling... This is the best I could give ya:
And now, The rest.
Today at work, I was helping a customer with his lottery, and he says "pick me a winner, eh?" and the woman waiting her turn says, "if he could pick a winner, he wouldn't be workin here!" and the guy says, "yeah, but who knows, he might be lucky" and my super walks up and is like, to the guy, "is she helping you, sir?" and she points to me at the register, and he looked at her, and looked at me, and said, "uh... um. yeah, I guess"
Then one of my regulars comes up and buys a few items, and he's like, "do you mind if I write my check over?" and I'm like, "like I care, it's your money." and then I realised that that was an assholish thing to say, so I was like, "I'm sorry, I'm just really tired today. I didn't mean to sound rude." and he's like, "it's okay, I completely understand" and he hands me his check and I process it and give him his change, and he slides a dollar across the counter, "I found this on the floor, I think you dropped it" and he winks and looks over at the super (we're not supposed to take tips), and I'm like, "*blush* thanks" and he's like, "no problem, have a better day, eh?"
And then the customer we call "the candy man" comes in, and we all like it when he comes in, which is like three times a week at various times... because he goes to each checker and bagger and gives us a few pieces of candy. And if you tell him which ones you like the best, he gives you those kind. I like the sour ones, and today he gave me a sour one, and a mint, and a chocolate, yay.
Also, at work, the supervisor on the night crew told me he thought I was a "sweet girl" and one of my coworkers came up after he'd left and said, "don't worry, the rest of us know you're really an angry cynical guy" and we started chuckling. It was super-funny though, because he has broken ribs so he started laughing and then he was like, "ow ow ow quit it quit making me laugh quit laughing it hurts." Which, I guess isn't really funny, because he was in pain, but funny because laughing hurt but it just made him want to laugh more at himself for being in pain.
Tonight at work Gareth and I also got into an argument about who would win in a fight: him with a mop or me with a broom. He seems to believe that no matter which of us has the mop, he'd win. But he also argues that the mop is a formitable weapon, designed for maximum damage, whereas the broom, you could hit someone with a broom til you were blue in the face and they wouldn't fall down.
I told him I'm quick and agile, and the broom, being lighter, would be effectively used by me, to get under his defenses before him and his heavy-ass mop had the chance to wind up.
Of course, it doesn't help that Gareht's like, 3x my size, so he has the strength advantage.
*sigh* It was an okay day, though, not so bad.
Also, to those who said they wanted to see pics of me smiling... This is the best I could give ya: