funktagious (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
funktagious) wrote2002-12-21 10:32 pm
funktagious) wrote2002-12-21 10:32 pm
Entry tags:
Bored.
Bleh. Resurrecting the LJ because I'm insanely bored, sick of looking at the code for the hellhole, and need to stop watching random Sark scenes over and over, lest my tapes wear out and I can never watch him be a perfect, beautiful badass again.
Since my last entry I have done the following: entered a completely insane Justin Timberlake phase, visited seven colleges spread across Wisconsin, Illinois, New York, Delaware, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Indiana in a six day road trip, decided not to apply to college until next fall, almost dropped out of school and gotten my GED approximately seven thousand times, considered joining the army, gotten my first job (at K-Mart), quit my first job, and have almost (but not quite) updated my site practically every other day.
Speaking of K-Mart: don't ever work there. There is a reason they are bankrupt, people! Usually, in stores that are organized and well-run, you can get through an entire fifteen minutes (at least!) without coming across a piece of merchandise that is either priced wrong, not in the computer, or does not have a tag. Not so at K-Mart! At K-Mart, every other item gets to be price checked, leading to 45-minute waits in line and people dumping their unpurchased crap on the floor by the check stand aisles and driving to the Target down the street, where they may actually get to buy their stuff before they die.
During my three months there, I believe I got about 5 people through my line without having to do a price check on any of their stuff. And even then, they were pissy because, of course, the stupid lady with ten cartloads of buy-one-get-one apple juice and 13 $1 jars of mayonnaise needed a dozen price checks on her 35 pairs of god-awful faux-suede slippers that were supposed to be $10 each, young lady, and I'll just get mad at you, because obviously you, the 17 year-old cashier who makes $7 an hour is the one who sets the prices, because this mayonnaise is far too expensive at $1 a jar, I needed 20 jars, but they were just so expensive that I couldn't afford more than 13, and I don't see why you can't just hit "$10.00" on the machine and be done with it, it's not like I would lie about the price or anything, and what do you mean the department manager says the slippers are $15, the sign says they are 25% off of $20, which would make it $10, and why are you looking at me like that? I know how to do math in my head, you know, so your calculator is obviously wrong, and Bobbie Lou, stop throwing all of the candy displays on the floor, no, I said stop it, NO, STOP IT, YOU SNIVELING LITTLE BRAT BEFORE I SMACK YOU SO HARD YOU CAN'T SIT DOWN FOR A MONTH...
*ahem* Anyway, I think I may have PTSD. And if you think I'm making that conversation up, well, that just means you have been fortunate enough not to have set foot inside the K-Mart I worked at, and should consider yourself blessed.
There was, however, a slight benefit to working there. Associate discounts, my friends. It was only 10%, but it was enough to cancel out the tax and a little bit after that, which made the shameful purchase of the new Justin Timberlake album that much easier. Hotcha!
Since my last entry I have done the following: entered a completely insane Justin Timberlake phase, visited seven colleges spread across Wisconsin, Illinois, New York, Delaware, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Indiana in a six day road trip, decided not to apply to college until next fall, almost dropped out of school and gotten my GED approximately seven thousand times, considered joining the army, gotten my first job (at K-Mart), quit my first job, and have almost (but not quite) updated my site practically every other day.
Speaking of K-Mart: don't ever work there. There is a reason they are bankrupt, people! Usually, in stores that are organized and well-run, you can get through an entire fifteen minutes (at least!) without coming across a piece of merchandise that is either priced wrong, not in the computer, or does not have a tag. Not so at K-Mart! At K-Mart, every other item gets to be price checked, leading to 45-minute waits in line and people dumping their unpurchased crap on the floor by the check stand aisles and driving to the Target down the street, where they may actually get to buy their stuff before they die.
During my three months there, I believe I got about 5 people through my line without having to do a price check on any of their stuff. And even then, they were pissy because, of course, the stupid lady with ten cartloads of buy-one-get-one apple juice and 13 $1 jars of mayonnaise needed a dozen price checks on her 35 pairs of god-awful faux-suede slippers that were supposed to be $10 each, young lady, and I'll just get mad at you, because obviously you, the 17 year-old cashier who makes $7 an hour is the one who sets the prices, because this mayonnaise is far too expensive at $1 a jar, I needed 20 jars, but they were just so expensive that I couldn't afford more than 13, and I don't see why you can't just hit "$10.00" on the machine and be done with it, it's not like I would lie about the price or anything, and what do you mean the department manager says the slippers are $15, the sign says they are 25% off of $20, which would make it $10, and why are you looking at me like that? I know how to do math in my head, you know, so your calculator is obviously wrong, and Bobbie Lou, stop throwing all of the candy displays on the floor, no, I said stop it, NO, STOP IT, YOU SNIVELING LITTLE BRAT BEFORE I SMACK YOU SO HARD YOU CAN'T SIT DOWN FOR A MONTH...
*ahem* Anyway, I think I may have PTSD. And if you think I'm making that conversation up, well, that just means you have been fortunate enough not to have set foot inside the K-Mart I worked at, and should consider yourself blessed.
There was, however, a slight benefit to working there. Associate discounts, my friends. It was only 10%, but it was enough to cancel out the tax and a little bit after that, which made the shameful purchase of the new Justin Timberlake album that much easier. Hotcha!
no subject
What is it with people named Katie (or Kaity) and disappearance from the face of the Earth for extended periods of time? I feel like I could package the concept and sell it to Chris Carter or something.