Working just two days next week, both post-Thanksgiving. Score! A to-do list and time to get it done? Even better. (It’s entirely possible I’ll be drinking wine straight out of the bottle by noon everyday, though. We’ll see.)
People are funny. They are demanding, peculiar, oddly particular. It’s hard to divorce my experiences as a retail worker from my experiences as a shopper, but I wonder: was I one of those people? You know, one of those customers that makes life difficult for the employees at the stores where I shopped? I hope not, but at one point or another, I know I have been less gracious than I could have been. (Please, try not to ever be that person! When there’s an error or a kerfluffle of any sort, treat people well. Being nice always wins.) This experience in this job has forever changed me and I can’t wait to see what’s next! Like, seriously.
Rediscovering old music is a good thing.
Don’t ever buy a toothbrush at the grocery store. The selection is small and the prices are outrageous. Of course, if you’re not particular about which brush you use, it’s just a matter of economics (money and time). It happens that I am particular about which brush I use (which may or may not surprise you) and I might have color preferences as well. It takes a fair bit of searching to find a suitable brush and the choices at the grocery store weren’t allowing me to indulge my compulsions, dangit! Every time I brush my teeth, I am agg’d (an old favorite word recently rediscovered, an abbreviation of aggravated) at my non-preferred brush. But since I paid for it, I’m using it until I can’t anymore. That’ll teach me.
“Uprising” by Muse is a great I’m-not-taking-any-crap-from-the-Man kind of song*, and I needed it today. First thing this morning my boss was looking for something I’d turned in and I am absolutely certain in my heart I’d done exactly what I was supposed to have done, the way I was supposed to have done it. About 4:00 this afternoon she found the misplaced item, which was not where I left it, but did not apologize for the way she spoke to me this morning. And you know what? That’s okay. I can let this job make me crazy or I can keep my head down, do what I’m supposed to do, and not worry about the rest. I’m working on the not worrying part…it’s much harder than it appears.
As much as I like my shiny new computer, I’m not certain it’s any faster than my old one. The interface is beautiful and that’s nice and all, but it’s sloooow to load some applications and web pages. That’s disappointing. It’s entirely possible that I’m getting more impatient and want everything to happen NOW! and I’m remembering things being better than they were. I do that sometimes and it never fails to be problematic. While all of that foot-tappity-ness may be happening, I still think this one’s just not as fast as the old one. Me and my savings account are sad.
I thought I understood, but I don’t think I do.
*It’s also very well-suited as the theme song for an alien takeover. (Because if there is such a thing, we’ll definitely need music.)
