This is how my Peanut is all the time. But especially when Mama is laying on the kitchen floor, taking pictures and gets stuck. The baby belly makes it hard to be graceful anymore. (Oh who am I kidding? The doc is pretty sure I broke my toe last week when I fell in the kitchen. The same toe I broke in Spring of '08. Yes, Grace is not my middle name.) Peanut wanted to climb on my legs and have me hoist her in the air, jostling her all over. A feat that is easy to do when a) you're on carpeting, b) not pregnant and c) not holding a super expensive camera that if dropped, could send Mama into therapy for at least a year. Anyway, we had fun.
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,
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