i remembered something i wanted to write about yesterday.
see, theres these 3 people that i extremely dislike at work.
its not cuz theyre bad people, its just that their work ethic sux.... worse than mine. thats why i cant stand them.
they always get excuses to leave the register and want you to cover for them.
so they get like 6 breaks a day instead of 3.

so yesterday, this couple, in their early 60s, i'd guess, were walking by.
they walked past this one bitch thats always up and leaving, but this time she was actually like,
"i can help you here"
but this is funny shit... at least to me.
the lady sez, "no. youre no good."
the checker kinda distraught was like, "what? =( im no good?"
"no good. we pick our checkers."
and so they walk past her bitch ass, and come to me.
"hes good"
i didnt remember these people until she told me how i was arguing with her that a coupon she had was for only 50 cents when she insisted on the fact that it was $1.00. i cant remember the outcome, but that triggered my memory.

so when you get your regulars, you treat them like gods. i dont know why, maybe its just cuz you it feels good that they want you.
so i gladly gave them paper in plastic (which usually i hate). and i chatted it up with them some....
good stuff.

today, another random old lady:
"youre one of the most efficient checkers ive had in a very long time here."

i dont really notice, until like today, when manuel came by...
he didnt go in my lane cuz there were hella people with hella shit. so i didnt mind, thats all good.
but i watched as there was one chic infront of him, and it turned out with all the shitloads of groceries i rang up, it was so close to him being better off in my lane. everyone at ballards fucking slow as balls. their bad.

im so fucking tired.
since 3 weeks ago. meaning over three sudays ago... ive had two days off. so thats what? like....in the last 17 days. two days off.
and with all the shit that ive been doing that makes me stay up late... im gone. and its only really my tuesday.

maybe since no ones home tonight i might just kick back and go to bed early.

this guy at work wanted to hang out with me.. the deli guy. i actually woulda considered it if i wasnt so fucking tired.
the day drug on so much, and it wasnt even that slow. i was getting to a point where i was just gunna say, 'fuck it'.

but anyway, this guy is like the stereotypical bartender advice-giver guy. its weird. hes got a lotta tips on life.
he makes ya think.
oh, wank. btw, this is your hook up.

so i was talking to him today, and hes naming off employees and telling stories about them. come to find out, theres two people there with the same names of two people i went to high school with: jennifer moore, and jeremy norton. weird huh?
and just out of randomicity, they are who i learned what a corn dog is. where one of them did it to the other, i cant remember which.

i better shut up.
maybe i'll sleep.
or maybe just wait to see if manuels down for whatever....