| musting of a former cashier |
[24 Sep 2009|02:56am] |
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This is just something as a pet peeve of mine, ever since I was a cashier, and ever more so now since I no longer work in a grocery store.
Cashier's that don't count change back.
I don't care if you don't know how to actually count back change, at least count out the bills. Just don't hand me the bills and change and say "here ya go!" and then start helping the other customer.
That was one thing I tried so desperately to train other cashiers not to do when I trained. Even management had meetings about it, but still it ran rampant.
I always counted the change back, starting with the coins. You know: 33 cents makes seventeen dollars... etc.
I also peeve about cashiers who immediately start helping the next customer in line and I haven't even gotten my sack of items. :( I always feel so rushed.
Have you experienced this yourself and thought the same exact thing?
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[11 May 2009|10:18pm] |
In ten short days, I'll be traveling to a place I've never been before: Indiana. I've never really ventured east of Kansas City/Council Bluffs, Iowa. Counciltucky--as it's so fondly called by native Omahans--is just over the Missouri River from Omaha, Nebraska. It's known as a trashy place for marrying teh gheys, casinos, and city counsel members who answer erotic massage posts on Craigslist. It's a place were most people in Omaha go to have fun, as the people there invoke trailer trash better than Haysville, Kansas.
I must admit that I've been east of Council Bluffs before, while biking on the Wabash Trail, Mineola, Iowa. The rail track you see there is actually the bike trail, and it goes on for another 50 miles or so.
So I've only been to one other time zone in my short life, Mountain. I'll be heading to a new one this time: Eastern. We'll be driving some 11 hours in a small Toyota MR2 Spyder that looks exactly like this. It will be glorious fun, as we don't actually have any space (this is a two seater car where the "trunk" is under the hood) for suitcases. Duffle Bags maybe.
In other news, my dad is finally getting around to fixing the damamge he did, and my sister did to my car tomorrow. In exchange I'll be driving his huge truck for the time he's fixing it.
For those not in the know, in Febuary 2006 my sister Nicole (now aged 29 with a toddler) got pissed at me for threatening to call the police while her boyfriend (not the father) fought. She came up to my bedroom, broke down my locked door while screaming saying that I better leave or she was going to kill me. She then went out to my car and keyed it. I left that day. A few months later she keyed it again getting pissed at me for tellering her she was an inept retard for letting the dogs shit everywhere in the house. (She didn't know what inept ment, so I said retarded)
Now the damage my dad did was purely accidental. He was backing out of my sister Jeana's (now aged 41) driveway while my car was parked on the other side of the street. He was driving a borrowed truck with a huge tow hitch, and backed into my front driver side fender. Luckly where he hit my car didn't do any engine or powertrain/alignment damage, but it happened to be on the same side my sister keyed.
To this day my mom and sister both deny that Nicole keyed my car. Both suggest that it happend while at school (WSU at the time) and mom suggests Nicole is not that kind of person. I mentioned to my mom that Nicole stole her jewlery and powertools to pawn them for dope money, and that she's given her friends my moms checks to sell for dope money, and taken her car out on a joyride and got caught by Derby police in it... all before she was 15. My mom dismissed it all of course.
Can I also mention that my sister Nicole threw down my mom in a fight, and my mom broke her hand? And it was over the car? (My mom to this day tells people she broke it while pulling up carpet) My sister also rammed her car into a tree (although she wore her seatbelt) because I was getting attention? Excuse me Nicole, I had to buy my first car, which you keyed, while you got 5 car bought for you, before you were 19? Oh, and I was fucking 20 when I got my car, and I saved $1500 for the fucking goddamn down fucking payment. Selfish cunt.
Anyway, my sister lives in my moms house rent free, and doesn't pay any bills. Ta-da. My mom planned and bought stuff for my nephew's first birthday party this weekend and my sister called and said that she wasn't coming, but she'd be by to pick up the presents.
How can I be related to this person?
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| Homeless. |
[11 Jan 2009|11:39pm] |
So I have until the end of the month to find a place to live. My eldest sister says: "Not to rush you, but my mom and Maggie will be moving in at the end of the month, you need to find some place else to go."
My mothers house is an option. There is no bedroom there left open for me, so it'll probably be the couch for a while.
My other sister who lives in my mothers house is mentally handicapped and does not take care of herself or her surroundings. She hordes, including diapers, rarely flushes the toilet, and the bathtub is gross. The kitchen is a disaster, so is the basement. It has a funk to it like bug spray, mold, mildew and soiled diapers. I can't live in that. My sister and I don't get along at all. She's kicked down my bedroom door several times; thrown food, alarm clocks at me, and even threatened to kill me for calling the cops on her when she was fighting with her boyfriend. That is when I moved out to my dads house.
Now another option would be to move to my dads house, but he also does not have a bedroom for me anymore. So I would be sleeping on his couch.
Another option would to sleep in my car and shower at the YMCA or my parents houses. My backseat is big enough for me to throw down a pillow and some blankets. I haven't had a good sleep in years, so it would be nothing new for me.
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| No job |
[08 Nov 2008|05:40am] |
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So I've been back in Kansas for a month now. Still no job. However I have been on dates. One guy inparticular just drives me crazy. He's pretty damn submissive in the fact that he wants me to PUSH him into a relationship, yet when I try, he fucking ignores me. Ugh.
Companies so far rejecting me: T-Mobile (this makes time number three), Convergys, Target, BWCU. Actually I have to admit I gave up on Convergys for the fact that it was a fucking Welfare office and my Coach purse was ogled by the Foodstamp whores. There was no locker to put my $200 purse at as well. While on the work floor, I could hear those sperm donors thumping music from their cars in the parking lot. I should invest in hearing aid manufacturers.
I do however have my previous job at Wal-Mart back. Part-time. $8/hr. I left Wal-Mart at $9.15/hr a year ago. Bastards. They're supposed to call me to tell me to start work. My area manager that I worked with previously, and had a HUGE crush on is no longer at that store, but we found each other on myspace. And we've been exchanging emails calling eachother adorable and cute. I'm giddy to find out his enagement fell through. I'm going to need an aisle seat to hell for that. They are still together, but seeing each other on the weekends only. I told him good luck with that.
Also pissed that I missed Hanson in Wichita. Me ten years ago is slapping the shit out of the me now.
I have a post office encoding center test in two hours. Hurrah, I get to wait three weeks for results bitches.
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[29 Oct 2008|08:50pm] |
I am not a Republican.
And as you know, since I am not a Republican I hate America. I hate freedom. And I hate the American flag and all it represents.
Why, sometimes I wish I could urinate gasoline. So when I'm pissing on Old Glory, I can light her on fire at the same time.
Since I am not a Republican, you know that I support Al Qaeda and all other terrorist organizations. And if I could, I would wrap up a nuclear bomb and give it to Bin Laden for Christmas.
Oh wait. I am not a Republican. So I hate Christmas. And yes, I just spelled Xmas with an 'X' because I have declared war on Xmas. If I could, I would become a suicide bomber and blow up Santa Claus and all his little helpers. And then, put The Little Drummer Boy up for gay adoption.
Since I am not a Republican, I do not support our troops. As a matter of fact, I keep a running tally of American deaths on a chalkboard in my basement. And I feverishly jack off every time another G.I. is killed.
I also want to cut and run in Iraq, because I am a coward. If it would have been up to me, I would have cut and run in World War II. And I would be reading this letter in German right now. Which would make me happy. Because I farkin' hate America.
Since I am not a Republican, I am pro-abortion. Not pro-choice. Pro-abortion. I love abortion. I not only use abortion as a form of birth control, I also videotape every abortion and revel in the death of every fetus. The only thing I love more than abortion is partial birth abortion. I look forward to the day when we can not only abort full-term fetuses, but also kill newborns up to 18 months old.
Since I am not a Republican, you know I support gay marriage, gay adoption, anal sex, fisting, creampies, and feltching. Marriage between a man and a woman is demeaning to women and should be outlawed.
So remember Americans - people like me who are not Republicans hate America, hate the flag, hate our troops, and won't be happy until there's nothing left in this country but dead babies and guys sucking dicks!
That's right. I'm a degenerate, flip-floppin', cut and run, homosexual coward that won't stop until your tax dollars are used to fund stem cell research so they can make homosexual men get pregnant, so that one day I can have a partial birth abortion while sucking a dick at the same time!
That's right. I want to drive up to the abortion clinic in a hybrid car that runs half on Ted Kennedy's belly fat and half on the flames of burning American flags and get a federally funded gay abortion in my farkin' asshole. Because I farkin' hate America!!!!
Thank you.
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| Wichita v Omaha |
[27 Oct 2008|03:02pm] |
In Omaha there is this haze that like lingers, I've found that this is smog. I noticed today that Wichita does not have this sort of haze. I love being able to see into the distance, being able to see the scenery. Omaha I just wondered when this would disapear. Never did. I pointed it out to Trevor once, and said he never noticed it, it was just something that was always there.
Omaha traffic was everywhere, anytime, all the time. Wichita: It was 9:30am on the interstate, and practially have the road to myself. I'm also going the speed limit and passing cars. In Omaha you'd get your ass ran over going ten over.
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[06 Oct 2008|12:06am] |
So on a whim Thursday I decided that I couldn't take living in Nebraska anymore. I called my dad and he came got me and my stuff Friday. And I was back in Kansas by Saturday.
So I'm back in Kansas for good now.
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| Protest! |
[11 Sep 2008|04:17pm] |
So I went to the Obama rally last night here in Omaha. Of course there is always anti-abortion protesters in front of the HQ, and a County Board member decided to counter protest by parking his truck in front of the big huge truck pasted with pictures of an aborted fetus. The police didn't ask him to move the truck, but rather ticketed him for it.
Sometimes I like being in a very democrat area, elected officals will stand up to those creeps!
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| bike riding! |
[03 Aug 2008|05:54pm] |
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It's been a year and some months now since I moved to Omaha from Kansas. In that time being, I never once got my bike out. There it sat, day after day, month after month, and almost year after year! I had an epiphany though just the other day.
Wouldn't it be sweet to ride the bike today?
Of course I chose the hottest damn day of the year to ride, and dumb enough not to take any fluids with me. I was smart enough to walk my $20 Salvation Army bike to  the gas station about 1/2 mile away and air up the tires. I managed to move close to a bike trail when I moved in June, so I rode that trail about 4 miles. About 4 miles in is when I started to feel the Nebraska summer heat. Oh my god. With how damn hilly Omaha is, I had to hop off and walk the rest of the way home. And it was a good 1/4 of a mile I walked.
To top it off: the whole time my bum was hurting from sitting on that tiny little seat. I don't know whom they made those seats for, but my fat ass was not in the design that's for sure!
I went to Wal-Mart earlier today and bought a big ass seat for it. One for huge asses like the one I have. It was a pain the arse to get on--borrowing some hardware from the bike to replace the ones that it came with--but it went on with some coaxing of a hammer and some sweat. Haven't rode on the new one just yet though, so I don't know how much of an improvement--if any--it will be.
I spent also about 5 hours making potato and cheese pierogi. I made about 20 or so of them, and fried them in butter. I say it needs more salt and probably pepper. And next time i'm grating the cheese. Any of my Omaha friends want to try my first batch I've ever made? Hehe
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| So am I single? |
[13 Jul 2008|05:59pm] |
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Brandon and I discussed things further and I eventually dug it out of him that he feels like that I'm more of a project then a girlfriend. He wants me to be his girlfriend, not someone he needs to work on. I asked him if he was still my boyfriend and he said that I'm not ready for a relationship just yet. He wants one with me but says I need to fix myself and he can't be the one to do it for me.
I didn't cry. I understood. As much as I want to cry, I can't. I'm being selfish and I expect others to do things for me. I realise that I sometimes don't see the feelings of other people and can't really comprehend even the slightest constructive criticism. I want people to just take my hand and make everything wrong become right. Money has been the biggest issue as of now, mostly from commuting back and forth from his house 60 miles away and driving to school. I had to drop out of school because I couldn't afford the credit card payments on my card that I had to put tuition on and gas. I've heard nothing back from financial aid since putting in my application in April.
I asked him if he noticed a difference between me when I first started dating him in April to now. He said I was shy and very withdrawn and quiet to begin, and opened up some more only to become an emotional wreck. He says he wants to help me but he can't always help me and that I need to work on things.
I told him I had been seeing a psychiatrist when we begun dating. The guy was very old and was getting hip replacement surgery; meaning he would be out of the office for a few months. I thought I would be fine in those few months but I haven't been. I said to him that I was actually talking to my mom about going to see someone new; getting a referral from my doctor.
I asked him if he came across someone new would he date them. He said he hoped so. And I asked him would there be hope for me still to be in a relationship with him. He said that with the distance and the gas prices it was almost impossible to say yes there was, but he said something will work out.
I said to him: I still need to work on loving myself before I can love someone else. I thought I had reached that point but apparently I hadn't. I had to go back to work at that point because I was just on my 15 minute break and ended up being 30 minutes.
I am very sad but I understand. I so badly want to cry, but what good is crying going to do for me?
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[20 Jun 2008|11:14am] |
I'm not sure what is going on, but two things have happened to my car this month. the first one was my battery dying. The newest, and costliest thing: my fuel pump. It went out on me in the middle of the interstate. Thankfully I was still in a speed trap and some state trooper called a tow for me. I called Brandon up and asked him to pay for it since I didn't have money. I'm still shocked that a tow still costs $55. I'm going to pay him back.
It was towed to a place in Lincoln and they had my car done fairly early that morning. The problem was it was almost $900. Yeaouch. Labor cost the most. And of course it was my fuel pump and all the computer stuff like the modulator and the tank sensor as well. I had about $800, $400 of which is going to pay for rent and all the deposits for this month, but even then I don't have enough money to pay rent next month. I was forced to take a day off so there is another day where I don't get paid, and I'm sure I'll get fired for missing 7 days already this year. Dad lent me $400 and mom $100.
Then the next day I get a letter in the mail saying that my bill from the ER is going to collections even though I've been paying on it as much as I can. I might be forced to put this on the credit card like I was with my tution because financial aid office never processed my appilcation until last week. Oh, and the FA office sent me a letter saying that my application said I had not graduated highschool just yet! Wonderful!
Things always happen in threes. I'm convinced now that I'm going to get run over by a semi or something.
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| tickets! |
[16 Jun 2008|07:26am] |
So I was driving home last night, minding my own business when I get pulled over. Officer came to the passenger side door and told me I was going 68mph in a 55mph construction zone. Although when he pulled me over I was going 55mph, so I wonder if he clocked me right at the beginning of the construction zone. It was strange though he didn't ask for insurance. My main concern though is my insurance rates going up and my discount being discontinued. He didn't double the fine, which is another strange thing. And the court date is July 30th.
What to do?
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[15 Apr 2008|01:44pm] |
I learn last night about some neat things about Usury laws, and why South Dakota is home to many credit card companies. Sure most of these companies only own trailers there with only two employees, but as long as they're in that state, they can rape you with interest rates. The one state with consumer friendly usury laws? Arkansas. By law they can only cap interest rates at 9%. Get a loan or credit card in Arkansas!
I also learn the reason why Frontier Airlines is filing for bankruptcy is because of my company.
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[12 Apr 2008|10:20pm] |
My mom was at the Joe Cocker concert and called me when he started singing "You Are So Beautiful"
And I cried because I'm a big baby.
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[23 Mar 2008|02:54am] |
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So here I am, it's 2am, what am I doing you say? Cutting onions! Why yes. I have my contacts in so no crying from me! Well this onion is being a little tricky here, I just got to apply more pressure here.
OH SHIT I JUST CUT MY FINGER OH FUCK OH GOD OH GOD
Wasn't so horrible, but at first I became so light headed and so nauseated. My first instinct told me to cut my finger under cold water. When i decided I was finished with that I got a clean washcloth and applied pressure. The bleeding stopped enough for me to wrap my finger in neosporin and gauze.
I just cut myself on the top part of my left index finger. The wound is about 1/2 an inch long, if not shorter.
Man, I keep getting faint. Never thought it would do that to me.
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| No I'm not leaving here for something better. |
[19 Mar 2008|03:30am] |
Being kinda inspired by my secret lover Carla, and her blog about being unemployed, despite being highly educated, I created a blog about being fat and fit in America. You can read it here:
Fat and Fit in America (pops)
All I ask is that you do not use my actual name if you can help it.
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