Why Retail Workers don’t reproduce….

After working another LOOOOONG shift today, my feet don’t hurt so bad, but that may just be because i’ve lost all feeling IN them. *shrugs*

So we had a kid, probably ten or so come in and ask every friggin’ question under the sun “Do I have enough money for this? How about this? Or this!” and my boss, well he hadn’t gotten much sleep thanks to the AquaBats Concert he went to last night….so he wasn’t really ready to deal with Scrappy Doo givin’ him crap. Probably a good thing I came in. I’m trained to let things roll off my back. It’s what I do. *shrugs* Anyway, the kid just would NOT leave, and so I was straightening the store (someone had totally HASHED the friggin’ GBA section) and I was reaching above my head (as I often have to, being as short as I am) and I was putting my arms down to the side and whacked the kid a good one. I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t! I didn’t mean to do it! I swear on all that’s good and holy in this world, that I didn’t mean it…

but i won’t deny it was sort of gratifying that the little monkey was in pain… but it wasn’t planned.

Anyway, it was slower than molasses in January, and there was NOTHING to do. Except talk to my Boss, and trust me, that’s something I do well. I mean, My mom doesn’t call me a mouth for no reason… (Points at Red) You no talkie– I mean mouth talkie… not … lip talkie. Err– Right. Anyway, we talked about all sorts of random things

stuff I can’t even remember now that i think of it. . . . Eh, wasn’t that important to the blog anyway. The poor dork got married, and for some insane reason (that is, she’s insane) it didn’t work out. We were casually talking about how we hate kids (in general, not all of them just most of them.) and how I wanted to be a stay at home mom, and the idea of going to college for anything seemed a little silly, because– I just want to be a mom, so I don’t have kids who are screwed up like the ones who come into our store.

BTW Red, I know you’re reading this. Remember how you said you didn’t think a guy and a girl who were both heterosexual and not related couldnt’ live in a house together and not sleep together? Gert Did it– twice. *nods* So ha. i still want to do it to prove to you that I can do it, but for now his proof is good enough for me.

Right, so Me, stay at home mom. So basically for my plan for the rest of my life, I’m missing…

Uhh– Right a husband.

Dang, I always forget that part *chuckles half heartedly*

PS:Gert Read one of my poems that i accidently left at work and he liked it… ^_^;; who knew?

Derringer Meryl [C&L work with B&J] Out

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