The last two days at work have been very busy and I am seeing little result in my efforts. I have put in three hours of overtime to finish one order. During the season when I should be able to check facebook, read about crimes, and apply for different jobs I am, instead actually earning my paycheck. Today I totally made bank and that rocks, except for the fact that I have no product with which to stock the store. Needless to say I am very busy.
My boss came into my work area. I had over 300 boxes of caramels strewn all over the place and he asks, "When do you want the girls to come in and help?" I replied "yesterday." We finished the order in the nick of time and went on to fill the other 16 orders that had to be done today. Half of which we did not have product for because all of our efforts have been spent on other high profile projects.
At the end of the day I don't want to fold the heaping pile of laundry, or clean dishes, or mop, or take out the trash, so everything will sit until tomorrow. The only activity my brain has a capacity for is sitting on the couch and making fart noises at my dog, Sophie. All her brain capacity has room for is tilting her head in an un-communicated agreement that I am in fact correct.
I have been at work the last 10 hours and I am exhausted. However all I need at the moment (besides a genie to swipe away my chores) is just to pet my dog and rest my feet on her back.
P.S. For those who care (or forgot about this but are now pretending to care slightly) I have not received word from the American Preparatory Academy. Please continue to keep your fingers crossed!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
The Company BBQ
Tomorrow Jacob and I are attending his Fidelity BBQ. I suppose there's some sort of raffle, a three legged race, and some other blank K race... Whatevs. I'm just glad that I'm going to be spending time outside. However, if there is no one that I know there I'm not sure how much I'm going to enjoy it. I absolutely positively despise mingling. I'd rather sit down and have an intimate conversation with someone rather than... well, not doing so. I can't think of topics, I feel as though I'm being fake by pretending to care (because I force myself to care, but sometimes I just don't care about Ms. Sissy's hip dysplasia and chornic anal glad cleansing). Let's hope Jacob doesn't leave my side.
On to other news:
Today I applied for the teaching position. I am so nervous. I have to tell my bosses soon that I am trying for it. I'm secure in the fact that I made the right decision. I sought a lot of advice from people I trust and respect and they all said the same thing.. So, here's hoping that many advisors will make my vicotry sure. It's in God's hands and He can do anything He wants. Let's hope that His will is my will. I suppose I should pray for that too!
On to other news:
Today I applied for the teaching position. I am so nervous. I have to tell my bosses soon that I am trying for it. I'm secure in the fact that I made the right decision. I sought a lot of advice from people I trust and respect and they all said the same thing.. So, here's hoping that many advisors will make my vicotry sure. It's in God's hands and He can do anything He wants. Let's hope that His will is my will. I suppose I should pray for that too!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Mrs. Kent
I finally heard word that I was accepted into the Alternate Routes to Licensing program through the state of Utah. Fortunately, the job hunt so far is looking okay. I have two opportunities, but one that I prefer. However, I am at the factory, making chocolates and answering phones. Not exactly what I want to do with the rest of my life. I'm hoping that becoming a high school English teacher is what I'm looking for. And that's what I'm applying for. So, let's keep our fingers crossed that perhaps I can get this job. I'm awaiting one reference, then I blast the job with the application and then I'll sit back and wait for the phone call. Lord willing. If that's not the case, if I don't get the job, then that's okay. I still have V Chocolates that has done me well for the last 7 months.
The only draw back is that I have to find a job within 18 months before my deal with the ARL goonies goes bad. Perhaps I'll be sleeping with the ARL fishes until the year after next....
I just really want this job. This is why I went to college and why I got my degree in English. Let's hope the Fates smile kindly upon my adventure into the unknown.
The only draw back is that I have to find a job within 18 months before my deal with the ARL goonies goes bad. Perhaps I'll be sleeping with the ARL fishes until the year after next....
I just really want this job. This is why I went to college and why I got my degree in English. Let's hope the Fates smile kindly upon my adventure into the unknown.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Riding the Clutch
This past weekend my husband thought it would be a great idea for me to learn how to drive stick. I already know the system, you know, down shift, don't ride the clutch, don't cry if you stall in the middle of an intersection, etc.
Well previously I have had experience driving clutch (on the highway, only in one gear with cruise control on). However recently I had decided that I will dominate the hunk of a beast and become the Dale Earnhart of driving stick.
It was a happy and sunny summer day (yesterday) and I thought "gee, wouldn't it be awesome if I drove to church?!" so I got Jake's keys and hopped in the car. Reversing for some reason is a cinch. No problem. However driving from first to second always kills me! For some reason I cannot figure this out. Anyway I survive the intital drive out from the freeway and I get past the first stop light. I get past Smith's. I get to 700 East and I stall. I immediately become frustrated.
(don't cry when you stall in the middle of an intersection). And I knew that I would have this problem all the way to the Homewood Suites.. So, I decided that Jacob needs to drive to church today.
Perhaps I'll learn the stick shift sometime... Perhaps...
Well previously I have had experience driving clutch (on the highway, only in one gear with cruise control on). However recently I had decided that I will dominate the hunk of a beast and become the Dale Earnhart of driving stick.
It was a happy and sunny summer day (yesterday) and I thought "gee, wouldn't it be awesome if I drove to church?!" so I got Jake's keys and hopped in the car. Reversing for some reason is a cinch. No problem. However driving from first to second always kills me! For some reason I cannot figure this out. Anyway I survive the intital drive out from the freeway and I get past the first stop light. I get past Smith's. I get to 700 East and I stall. I immediately become frustrated.
(don't cry when you stall in the middle of an intersection). And I knew that I would have this problem all the way to the Homewood Suites.. So, I decided that Jacob needs to drive to church today.
Perhaps I'll learn the stick shift sometime... Perhaps...
Friday, August 13, 2010
Cookie the Ocelot
Many moons ago, my roommate,Hutch, and I had a friend. This friend's name was Athena. She lived across the hall from us and had many fancies. One fancy was horses. She had one horse named Cookie.
While drawing an exact replica of Cookie with two Crayola markers, we decided to name her horse "Cookie: The Ocelot". As many of you know, or might not know but will know soon because I'm about to tell you, an ocelot is an endangered large feline found in places like South America hanging out with poisonious snakes and smelly apes.
Of course the real-life Cookie, probably doesn't partake in those sordid rendevous out in the jungles of South America, however the likelihood of Cookie hanging out with someone say John Gotti for example, would probably not be far from the truth.
There you have it. Cookie the Ocelot.
While drawing an exact replica of Cookie with two Crayola markers, we decided to name her horse "Cookie: The Ocelot". As many of you know, or might not know but will know soon because I'm about to tell you, an ocelot is an endangered large feline found in places like South America hanging out with poisonious snakes and smelly apes.
Of course the real-life Cookie, probably doesn't partake in those sordid rendevous out in the jungles of South America, however the likelihood of Cookie hanging out with someone say John Gotti for example, would probably not be far from the truth.
There you have it. Cookie the Ocelot.
Reprimanded by a phone
So going along with the blackberry sagas, I have a new exciting tidbit. Actually, I'm sure everyone already knew this, but I don't know anything. Seriously, I just began texting last summer.
Anyways....
Alright so I called my poor mother this morning around 9:30 (7:30 her time). I was researching the university's site (as previously stated in the last blog). So, naturally I had to call her at the crack of dawn to discuss class enrollment options (Do I focus more on the Romantics or the Victorian era). While I did this, I had a phone call. I quickly hung up with my mother and took the business call.
I guess I pushed a button or something. This is what happened next.
Blackberry: " What can I do for you?"
Me: "What the...the phone talks..
BB: "What would you like me to do, or who would you like me to call?"
Me: "Um...my mom, I guess." (Still completely dumbfounded)
BB: "Which number would you like me to call?" (Display shows both home and mom numbers)
Me: "Oh, uh, call home then."
BB: " Dialing home. For future reference please say "call home1. Thank you."
Anyways....
Alright so I called my poor mother this morning around 9:30 (7:30 her time). I was researching the university's site (as previously stated in the last blog). So, naturally I had to call her at the crack of dawn to discuss class enrollment options (Do I focus more on the Romantics or the Victorian era). While I did this, I had a phone call. I quickly hung up with my mother and took the business call.
I guess I pushed a button or something. This is what happened next.
Blackberry: " What can I do for you?"
Me: "What the...the phone talks..
BB: "What would you like me to do, or who would you like me to call?"
Me: "Um...my mom, I guess." (Still completely dumbfounded)
BB: "Which number would you like me to call?" (Display shows both home and mom numbers)
Me: "Oh, uh, call home then."
BB: " Dialing home. For future reference please say "call home1. Thank you."
Chaplains
Life thus far.....
Well, it's about to start in 4 weeks. I've been searching the website for Oxford-Brookes pretty much all morning. No one wanted to die in the last day or so. It's been quiet. That means more time for me to research exactly what I want to do with myself at university besides study (naturally). It's going to be awesome...they have a club for everything. Drama will be among the cards naturally..what else, I'm not sure. I'll figure it out as I go. There's always the Fresher's Fair if I need it (kind of like rush week).
Anyways....
I found out, among other things (like a campus bookstore containing over 500,000 titles), they have chaplains. No really. Paid, campus Chaplains on staff. Equip with a prayer room and everything.
I'm pausing here for reaction.......
Really? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird? I mean, sure, private universities tend to have this. This is not a private university, and they have six different chaplains. Not only that, but there is a prayer of the week listed on the chaplain page. Here it is for all you people dying to be in the know:
My Dearest Lord
Be a bright flame before me
Be a guiding star above me
Be a smooth path beneath me
Be a kind shepherd behind me
Today and forevermore. Amen.
Now, I understand that St. Columba wrote this prayer as a plea for guidance. However for the student the prayer is more likely to be something like this:
My Dearest Lord
Be a new Mac before me
Be a guiding book above me
Be a strong drink to de-stress me
Be a brilliant sparknote to inspire me
Today and forevermore. Amen.
Well, it's about to start in 4 weeks. I've been searching the website for Oxford-Brookes pretty much all morning. No one wanted to die in the last day or so. It's been quiet. That means more time for me to research exactly what I want to do with myself at university besides study (naturally). It's going to be awesome...they have a club for everything. Drama will be among the cards naturally..what else, I'm not sure. I'll figure it out as I go. There's always the Fresher's Fair if I need it (kind of like rush week).
Anyways....
I found out, among other things (like a campus bookstore containing over 500,000 titles), they have chaplains. No really. Paid, campus Chaplains on staff. Equip with a prayer room and everything.
I'm pausing here for reaction.......
Really? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird? I mean, sure, private universities tend to have this. This is not a private university, and they have six different chaplains. Not only that, but there is a prayer of the week listed on the chaplain page. Here it is for all you people dying to be in the know:
My Dearest Lord
Be a bright flame before me
Be a guiding star above me
Be a smooth path beneath me
Be a kind shepherd behind me
Today and forevermore. Amen.
Now, I understand that St. Columba wrote this prayer as a plea for guidance. However for the student the prayer is more likely to be something like this:
My Dearest Lord
Be a new Mac before me
Be a guiding book above me
Be a strong drink to de-stress me
Be a brilliant sparknote to inspire me
Today and forevermore. Amen.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
body odor
So, yeah....not sure how to explain this. Hmmm...
Alright, let's set up the scenario.
You go to work, which happens to be a funeral home at the moment. Not a bad place, it's money. No, the answer is you don't have to touch the bodies if you don't want to. You will see them often though. Let's get back to it. You're at work. You answer a few phone call that more often than not start with.."I know this is a weird question but..." Pretty soon, your nose starts to twitch. You can smell something, but you're not quite sure what it is. It's a foul odor, somewhat like somebody didn't quite shower this morning...or for about a month for that matter. You look around. No one else is around you. Suddenly you're a bit embarrassed. Is it you? You smell your hair, nope (smells like flowery shampoo). You're pretty darn sure it is not you. So you start to investigate your desk...what could it be?
"You smell that?" One of your coworkers notices your search.
"Uh, yeah, what is that?" You reply a little sheepishly.
"You didn't hear? Body in the viewing room. Smell is coming from the other side of your wall."
If there was a light over your head, it would have turned on by now.
As quickly as the light goes on, it begins to dim...
There is a rotting body emitting toxic fumes into your space...
Great.
Alright, let's set up the scenario.
You go to work, which happens to be a funeral home at the moment. Not a bad place, it's money. No, the answer is you don't have to touch the bodies if you don't want to. You will see them often though. Let's get back to it. You're at work. You answer a few phone call that more often than not start with.."I know this is a weird question but..." Pretty soon, your nose starts to twitch. You can smell something, but you're not quite sure what it is. It's a foul odor, somewhat like somebody didn't quite shower this morning...or for about a month for that matter. You look around. No one else is around you. Suddenly you're a bit embarrassed. Is it you? You smell your hair, nope (smells like flowery shampoo). You're pretty darn sure it is not you. So you start to investigate your desk...what could it be?
"You smell that?" One of your coworkers notices your search.
"Uh, yeah, what is that?" You reply a little sheepishly.
"You didn't hear? Body in the viewing room. Smell is coming from the other side of your wall."
If there was a light over your head, it would have turned on by now.
As quickly as the light goes on, it begins to dim...
There is a rotting body emitting toxic fumes into your space...
Great.
the picture on my blackberry/"Where are you going again?"
Yes, I have a blackberry. It's kind of cool really. After a year of dropping my phone, watching my rottie/shepherd puppy (Ares) carry it around in his mouth, well it survived. Yes, I was shocked, but not for too long. Of all the hell I put the phone through, a tiny little piece of plastic broke off in the charger, and thus, my phone died (RIP, sniff). So now I have a blackberry with a global setting (and paying hansomely for it). But, that little precursor is not the reason I write to you today. No, what the point was is that on the face of this little dipped in gold tool, is a picture of London. A reminder that all the crap that I will be writing about next was all worth it.
Every time I look at it, I remind myself why I am doing what I do. You see I despise the easy road. If it is stressful,and most people would give up on it, rather than begin to attempt it, well...that's what I do. Yesterday it involved Visas.
I had to drive to Orlando to get fingerprinted for my student Visa. This isn't so bad, right? Sure. Well, it was interesting. After a two hour drive (which I didn't really mind), I had to find the immigration office. I found it, but I missed a piece of paperwork that included a bar code. In the novel that I had printed off, I forgot one piece of paper. So, naturally I had to find a library and spend $5 to print off one sheet of paper. I was seriously pissed at this point.
Then, after the officer did the fingerprinting,and swore I would be married in a year, I thought I had it all figured out. WRONG.....
"Did you know you have to send your info to L.A.?"
No, thank you, I didn't. Apparently you have to send your paperwork out to be processed. Uh huh, cause it can't be easy, right? Well, after a $12 phone call to the British visa whatever, I found out the address. I was seriously upset by this point, and about to buy ice cream (something I truly never do).
As I was in the drive through at Bruster's (amazing place), my phone rang. All the zeros in the number meant it was a call from a friend in Korea. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself at this point, so I very much welcomed the call.
I launched into a pathetic, sob story about how miserable my life was at the moment, and how much trouble I've had to go through, and boo hoo hoo (and so on). As I did this I began to realize how stupid it all sounded, but not before I was silenced by his retort to my childish pity party, "And, where are you going again?"
Yes, where was I going? "Oxford." I replied like a little girl. England. I was, am, going to England. Suddenly the picture on my blackberry and that one remark was like hitting a brick wall. Exactly what was I complaining about? So the visa process was a nightmare. Yeah, and? In a little over a month I'd be in England.
It's amazing how little we actually pay attention to the big picture, and obsess about the details.
Every time I look at it, I remind myself why I am doing what I do. You see I despise the easy road. If it is stressful,and most people would give up on it, rather than begin to attempt it, well...that's what I do. Yesterday it involved Visas.
I had to drive to Orlando to get fingerprinted for my student Visa. This isn't so bad, right? Sure. Well, it was interesting. After a two hour drive (which I didn't really mind), I had to find the immigration office. I found it, but I missed a piece of paperwork that included a bar code. In the novel that I had printed off, I forgot one piece of paper. So, naturally I had to find a library and spend $5 to print off one sheet of paper. I was seriously pissed at this point.
Then, after the officer did the fingerprinting,and swore I would be married in a year, I thought I had it all figured out. WRONG.....
"Did you know you have to send your info to L.A.?"
No, thank you, I didn't. Apparently you have to send your paperwork out to be processed. Uh huh, cause it can't be easy, right? Well, after a $12 phone call to the British visa whatever, I found out the address. I was seriously upset by this point, and about to buy ice cream (something I truly never do).
As I was in the drive through at Bruster's (amazing place), my phone rang. All the zeros in the number meant it was a call from a friend in Korea. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself at this point, so I very much welcomed the call.
I launched into a pathetic, sob story about how miserable my life was at the moment, and how much trouble I've had to go through, and boo hoo hoo (and so on). As I did this I began to realize how stupid it all sounded, but not before I was silenced by his retort to my childish pity party, "And, where are you going again?"
Yes, where was I going? "Oxford." I replied like a little girl. England. I was, am, going to England. Suddenly the picture on my blackberry and that one remark was like hitting a brick wall. Exactly what was I complaining about? So the visa process was a nightmare. Yeah, and? In a little over a month I'd be in England.
It's amazing how little we actually pay attention to the big picture, and obsess about the details.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The Spider Uprising
I've had it up to my nose with spiders! They are creepy, ugly, and ANNOYING.
Beside the spider army living somewhere inside my house, I have a spider problem at work!
I saw two yesterday (one was the biggest I've ever seen) the other was in my boss's office! I killed that one, I think. But spiders are getting trickier nowadays. They roll up into little balls their new defensive tactic. "Oh, I'm an injured spider, Oh! I'm dead now because I've rolled into a little ball. Please stop hitting me.. Oh, I see the light...." etc...
Well today I had to kill two more! These ones were big! They were gray and black and had long hairy thick legs (like me! hahahaha. just kidding). I killed one and then his friend or lover or eater came rushing over, no joke, to attack me. But luckily I was quick with my broom and killed that one too.
I think that the spiders know that I'm out to kill them. Take no prisoners type of deal and a spider uprising is coming to snuff me out...
Beside the spider army living somewhere inside my house, I have a spider problem at work!
I saw two yesterday (one was the biggest I've ever seen) the other was in my boss's office! I killed that one, I think. But spiders are getting trickier nowadays. They roll up into little balls their new defensive tactic. "Oh, I'm an injured spider, Oh! I'm dead now because I've rolled into a little ball. Please stop hitting me.. Oh, I see the light...." etc...
Well today I had to kill two more! These ones were big! They were gray and black and had long hairy thick legs (like me! hahahaha. just kidding). I killed one and then his friend or lover or eater came rushing over, no joke, to attack me. But luckily I was quick with my broom and killed that one too.
I think that the spiders know that I'm out to kill them. Take no prisoners type of deal and a spider uprising is coming to snuff me out...
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thirsty Thursday... And other stories.
Thursday is among one of the many days (save for Saturday and Sunday.. so not so many) that I get my usual 12oz almond latte with two shots... So, as I go about my usual business I go through the Java Joe's drive thru and get my goodness. Then of course I have no cup holders so the latte is precariously placed in between my "E" brake and the passenger seat. It's ghetto but it works... Usually... However it seems that the initial stop light outside of the coffee drive thru contains many lurking bumps that do not appear before I drive over them, but jump out as I am in mid-turn. The road can be tricky like that. Especially if it has a vendetta (remember remember the 5th of November) against cars. As it turns out the latte decides "hey, this is my escape before I get devoured" and it clammers through the little sippy hole and lands on my carseats, on my "E" brake and many other places which I seem to find later AFTER I've already cleaned the mess.
So as it turns out I pay for the latte and my car seats get to drink it.
OTHER EVENTS IN THE WORLD OF ANGELINA:
My border collie/ lab pup named Sophie is a complete flomper schlomps. Save for her striking good looks she really has nothing going for her. Well, she has a lot of brains... I'll get her that. But whether or not she really uses them I am unsure (however inside her cage are countless marks, which to the untrained human eye appears to be scratch marks of escape attempts, but in actually they are Roman numerals counting down to her final big escape after the tally of days she has kept in her log).
She is afraid of our strainer, our flour sifter, salad tongs and many other miscelleanous kitchenware. Despite the fact that I chase her around the house with these items while making scary guttural throat noises, I cannot figure out why she despies the kitchen utensils. She knows that if I'm holding, say, a nut cracker then she knows to start running. But if I'm holding a butter knife it's not a big deal.
It probably has something to do with my facial expression and my scent.
So as it turns out I pay for the latte and my car seats get to drink it.
OTHER EVENTS IN THE WORLD OF ANGELINA:
My border collie/ lab pup named Sophie is a complete flomper schlomps. Save for her striking good looks she really has nothing going for her. Well, she has a lot of brains... I'll get her that. But whether or not she really uses them I am unsure (however inside her cage are countless marks, which to the untrained human eye appears to be scratch marks of escape attempts, but in actually they are Roman numerals counting down to her final big escape after the tally of days she has kept in her log).
She is afraid of our strainer, our flour sifter, salad tongs and many other miscelleanous kitchenware. Despite the fact that I chase her around the house with these items while making scary guttural throat noises, I cannot figure out why she despies the kitchen utensils. She knows that if I'm holding, say, a nut cracker then she knows to start running. But if I'm holding a butter knife it's not a big deal.
It probably has something to do with my facial expression and my scent.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Zuke's Barkhaus
I have had an idea for a long time now. It is this: having a dog park connected to a cafe. This cafe would be called Zuke's Barkhaus. Owners walking their mutts on a casual Saturday morning could stop by, have their dogs play while they sip on vanilla lattes and read the New York Times. Wouldn't it be wonderful?
Of course food would be served there. Donuts, muffins, crossiants, bagels, you know little munchies. For the pets, we'd have their own section called the barkery which would contain biscuits and plenty of other goodness dog cupcakes made with rice and lamb and the like.
Maybe someday I'll do it. But wouldn't it be nice?
Of course food would be served there. Donuts, muffins, crossiants, bagels, you know little munchies. For the pets, we'd have their own section called the barkery which would contain biscuits and plenty of other goodness dog cupcakes made with rice and lamb and the like.
Maybe someday I'll do it. But wouldn't it be nice?
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Stupid Customer.
Okay if any one of you have ever been in the retail/people service industry you know how stupid customers can be, especially when they feel entitled... Well, I don't handle stupidity well. Here's how yesterday's event played out.
9:15am (15 minutes after store opening)
I had a box of dozen strawberries sitting waiting to be sold. A lady walked in.
"ugh.. sorry let me catch my breath.. I lived in Arizona for five years......" (trail off) "sorry I need to call someone... How much are those strawberries?"
"14.95 a dozen" I replied already annoyed.
"Oh wow. That's really expensive."
"Yep."
"Oh! it's ringing!" (mumbling words and lovey dovey crap, whatever I get paid by the hour...) "Can I buy like only 6 or something?"
"No." I said. Why on earth would I go through the trouble of re packaging the strawberries when I'll get three more people coming in today willing to pay for an entire dozen? She wanted those strawberries very badly and I knew that if I just held out, she'd buy the entire thing.
"But. ugh... Can I get a discount?"
"Are you serious? No!" Honestly, my attitude in how I said no really surprised me. It sounded a lot more annoyed than I expected. But this woman was a freakin' piece of work. There is no way I'm selling six strawberries (re-packaging the rest) at a discount when, as I stated earlier more people will come in wanting strawberries who are willing to pay full price for the full dozen.
"Ugh.. Okay, I'll take the whole thing, then"
"Okay. Great."
9:45 am rolls around and she finally pays for her strawberries after I separate out the transaction into two different types of payment because she didn't want her boyfriend to be mad...
Ridiculous people.
9:15am (15 minutes after store opening)
I had a box of dozen strawberries sitting waiting to be sold. A lady walked in.
"ugh.. sorry let me catch my breath.. I lived in Arizona for five years......" (trail off) "sorry I need to call someone... How much are those strawberries?"
"14.95 a dozen" I replied already annoyed.
"Oh wow. That's really expensive."
"Yep."
"Oh! it's ringing!" (mumbling words and lovey dovey crap, whatever I get paid by the hour...) "Can I buy like only 6 or something?"
"No." I said. Why on earth would I go through the trouble of re packaging the strawberries when I'll get three more people coming in today willing to pay for an entire dozen? She wanted those strawberries very badly and I knew that if I just held out, she'd buy the entire thing.
"But. ugh... Can I get a discount?"
"Are you serious? No!" Honestly, my attitude in how I said no really surprised me. It sounded a lot more annoyed than I expected. But this woman was a freakin' piece of work. There is no way I'm selling six strawberries (re-packaging the rest) at a discount when, as I stated earlier more people will come in wanting strawberries who are willing to pay full price for the full dozen.
"Ugh.. Okay, I'll take the whole thing, then"
"Okay. Great."
9:45 am rolls around and she finally pays for her strawberries after I separate out the transaction into two different types of payment because she didn't want her boyfriend to be mad...
Ridiculous people.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
credit cards
*****Disclaimer*******
This blog does not condone nor condemn the use of credit cards as a means of payment. However, they are nice :)
Yeah, so judging by the title, you can tell exactly what this blog may be about. The dreaded, but extremely fun to use, credit card. Really, all you do is a quick zip, and that ridiculously over priced pair of sling back heels is yours. No, but seriously, it's a ludicrous business; especially being a student. Why? Well, you have no credit history to start out with, and let's face it, you have loans (those of you who have parental benefits, just shut up please). This is not at all a lucrative assessment. Ah, well, what can you do.
But...let's just say you were approved. You get to choose a card image. Now this is where it gets exciting...
Will you choose the environmentally friendly version that allows you to put a toxic symbol on your card, the ever so popular beach motif, or perhaps you'll leave it gold (who knows? Maybe it's Midas powers might rub off on you?).
No, seriously, if you are going to get a credit card, spring for the air miles. It's magic. Well, that is if you travel at all. What could be better? Well...I suppose having the money in the first place might.....
This blog does not condone nor condemn the use of credit cards as a means of payment. However, they are nice :)
Yeah, so judging by the title, you can tell exactly what this blog may be about. The dreaded, but extremely fun to use, credit card. Really, all you do is a quick zip, and that ridiculously over priced pair of sling back heels is yours. No, but seriously, it's a ludicrous business; especially being a student. Why? Well, you have no credit history to start out with, and let's face it, you have loans (those of you who have parental benefits, just shut up please). This is not at all a lucrative assessment. Ah, well, what can you do.
But...let's just say you were approved. You get to choose a card image. Now this is where it gets exciting...
Will you choose the environmentally friendly version that allows you to put a toxic symbol on your card, the ever so popular beach motif, or perhaps you'll leave it gold (who knows? Maybe it's Midas powers might rub off on you?).
No, seriously, if you are going to get a credit card, spring for the air miles. It's magic. Well, that is if you travel at all. What could be better? Well...I suppose having the money in the first place might.....
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