If I Wasn't Afraid of Getting Fired

Don't be a smart ass to me in the bar. If I say I need your ID, hand it over. Yes you will screw your friend out of their shit too.

Snap at me again girl when your man comes in and you wait outside the department because "he's buying it not me - I don't have to show you mine". How many other freaking stores are there that sell liquor? WHAT? There are others?!? YES! Take your sorry ass to one of them. I don't make the rules, I enforce them. (I felt so empowered as I was typing that. Bring me a punching bag Myrtle!)

I know you're 50 and not 14. You think I don't hear enough of this shit ALL DAY LONG? No I need one more asshole before I close. Thanks.

If I say thanks and have a good night/day/one, don't stare at me blankly. I may just have to tell you to have a shitty day. I don't care.

And for the record, yes I do card the 80 and 90 year olds that come in. And no dumbass, I don't card the 6 year olds. They didn't help Poppy pick out what beer he should get. I do not (contrary to popular belief) have IDIOT in neon lights on my forehead. Tell me that you aren't going to drink what your boyfriend is getting. Watch out folks, the shit's getting deep in here.

Wow. I feel so much better. This was very cathartic. Thanks internet, you rock.
Have a shitty day everyone!

T to the Wise

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I Can't Wait

I know of no one who agrees with me that Jason Mewes is hot. This is a bad example and this is definately NOT hot. That's ok though. I remember the good, forget the bad. I make no excuses for my taste*. For fans of Clerks , Chasing Amy , Dogma , Jay and Silent Bob , etc , check it out: P.S. I've been working 'til 11 or midnight most nights so I'm pooped. I'll blog more. I promise. Was I missed though? * Or lack thereof to some people

This, That and The Other

I can already tell that Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to suck ass even more than it normally would at my job. Last night, a guy was telling me how much he gave me, how much he was supposed to get back and THEN told me what order to give it back to him in. Um? Sir? I'm not a twit, ok, I am a twit, but I'm not an idiot. Ok, sometimes I can be. Like that time I moved up to Wisconsin in the middle of a blizzard from nice, warm Tucson, AZ for a dumb boy and we broke up less than two months later. Yeah that sucked but my point is: I've been in retail, just about every job one could have except store manager, for about oh, 19 years. I think I know what I'm doing when it comes to giving change back. Don't talk to me like I'm a 16 yr old kid who's working his first job and doesn't give a shit what kind of work ethic he has. I care about you as a customer but when you're a dick to me and pissing off everyone in my line so they are dicks to me ? Well, ...

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who ...

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