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Gaaah! I hate when the garbage guys knock on the door. So scary. Already finished next stitching, FFFFFFFF. Guess I have this little kokeshi bookmark kit here from this magazine? GUESS I COULD GO CRAZY AND DO IT NOW. Or, like, some of the normal embroidery that's laying around, instead of being lazy and doing cross-stitch all the time.
Work as weird last night, mostly due to one person. SO, LIKE. People wander the store and eat food all the time. Whatever. It's technically stealing It's irritating when you hand me sticky, torn wrappers and expect me to magically create a useable UPC. But, still, whatever.
This lady yesterday, though. In the middle of her groceries, along comes the plastic top to a rotisserie chicken container. "Do you... want me to throw this away?" I WAS TOO BAFFLED TO EVEN GUESS WHERE THE REST OF THE CHICKEN WAS. So, this old woman (who is completely alone) goes, "Oh, yeah. I got hungry." then proceeds to produce the other half of the package which contains only bones, all picked completely clean. She keeps that in her cart until she runs out of room for grocery bags. IDK if she was still going to gnaw on those or what.
Maybe she needed extra nutrition for her werewolf transformation tonight or something. IT WAS WEIRD.
There was also a point where I noticed one of the managers standing behind me (although this is kind of sad, moreso than funny or WTF), and when I said "hello" she informed me she was just thinking. "About the wood burning." Which was her strange, dementia-fit fueled way to telling me to finish my line and go to break, as I found out a little later. I don't think she realized that she didn't actually tell me that, because she seemed a little offended for the rest of the day.
Work as weird last night, mostly due to one person. SO, LIKE. People wander the store and eat food all the time. Whatever. It's technically stealing It's irritating when you hand me sticky, torn wrappers and expect me to magically create a useable UPC. But, still, whatever.
This lady yesterday, though. In the middle of her groceries, along comes the plastic top to a rotisserie chicken container. "Do you... want me to throw this away?" I WAS TOO BAFFLED TO EVEN GUESS WHERE THE REST OF THE CHICKEN WAS. So, this old woman (who is completely alone) goes, "Oh, yeah. I got hungry." then proceeds to produce the other half of the package which contains only bones, all picked completely clean. She keeps that in her cart until she runs out of room for grocery bags. IDK if she was still going to gnaw on those or what.
Maybe she needed extra nutrition for her werewolf transformation tonight or something. IT WAS WEIRD.
There was also a point where I noticed one of the managers standing behind me (although this is kind of sad, moreso than funny or WTF), and when I said "hello" she informed me she was just thinking. "About the wood burning." Which was her strange, dementia-fit fueled way to telling me to finish my line and go to break, as I found out a little later. I don't think she realized that she didn't actually tell me that, because she seemed a little offended for the rest of the day.