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Today sucked. Like REALLY sucked.
1. Ate breakfast and not even five minutes later I was running to the bathroom. :/ I didn't actually throw up, I just really, really thought I was going to. It never completely went away, either- I've been sick to my stomach all freaking day.
2. Got to work and found out that Mike called out (in other words, maybe the stomach thing is a bug that's going around and not a 'my body hates me' related thing like I'd assumed it was, yaaaaaaaaaaaay. -_-), so it was just me and Jeremy. On a truck night. Oh, and it was busy and people were being FUCKING insane. Okay, perfect example: I had a woman that wanted a price adjustment from a few days ago (for a coupon we can't even take, but whatever). She didn't seem to understand anything I said to her and I had to repeat everything I said three times- and even then, some things still didn't seem to sink in. (It was not a language barrier, she spoke perfect English. It was a stupidity barrier.) I did the price adjustment for the two waters on her receipt, having to explain to her what I was doing about four times, she bought her other stuff, and when we were done I put the bottle of water I used for the adjustment to the side so I can take the next customer. Finally. Then she goes, "Can't I take that?" Um, no? We're not going to let you just walk off with shit you haven't paid for. "You already have them at home, right?" "Well yeah, but I wanted another one." "..................you never said that." "Oh. Well, I want another one." GAH! You couldn't have said that, oh I don't know, BEFORE I rang all your other shit up? So yeah. It was that kind of crap all day today.
3. At some point I apparently did something to myself- I went "Ow, my chin kind of hurts," put my finger on it, and... oh look, I'm bleeding. >_< I put a band aid on my chin to deal with it and therefore looked like a total tool for the rest of the day, but I can't be bothered to care.
4. We've had this woman coming in every day for a few days now that drops off ten bazillion things for us to do for photo and totally backs everything up. I ended up staying an hour late dealing with that whole mess. Remember, still don't feel well.
5. I went home and discovered that I left my keys at work. Luckily I've learned from previous airheadedness in regards to that and keep an extra set of keys in my workbag. I grabbed some garbage to go out and went to the grocery store for a few things. I'd finished getting my stuff and was on the way to go pay when I realized I DIDN'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MONEY. My bank card was in my god damned work bag that I dropped off at the house. >_< SO I put the stuff back, walked back home, got money, went back to the store, and got my fucking groceries. I was seriously considering alcohol at that point, but quickly realized that it would probably just make me sicker anyway. Oh, and the cashier that was there is a chatty one, so he yapped at me for fucking ever when I just wanted to get the hell home... but I haven't seen him in a while, so I didn't want to be a total asshole and take off.
The only good thing about today? Osama Bin Laden is finally dead. Yes, I realize that there are going to be people to take his place... but at least he can't hurt anybody anymore. I'm sitting here watching Obama's speech in tears, no lie, and I'm not one that cries easily. It's easy to forget how wonderful a speaker he is until you're confronted with it- this is twice in a few days now, the other one being after they released his birth certificate- again, because apparently the short form wasn't good enough *eyeroll*. The second isn't in the same league, I don't think, and he was CLEARLY angry (I don't blame him one bit for that!), but still, he kept his cool and it was a good speech. Now maybe we can put this incredibly racist birther crap aside (I'm looking at you, Donald Trump, you piece of shit) and move on to other things. As Obama said, "We've got better things to do."
In other news, I wrote some for bg. Not even 100 words of epic terrible, mind, but it's something. (I'm totally going to do day 2 of the meme, just. Not right now. Need sleep. Maybe when I wake up, the day will be not full of epic suck.)
1. Ate breakfast and not even five minutes later I was running to the bathroom. :/ I didn't actually throw up, I just really, really thought I was going to. It never completely went away, either- I've been sick to my stomach all freaking day.
2. Got to work and found out that Mike called out (in other words, maybe the stomach thing is a bug that's going around and not a 'my body hates me' related thing like I'd assumed it was, yaaaaaaaaaaaay. -_-), so it was just me and Jeremy. On a truck night. Oh, and it was busy and people were being FUCKING insane. Okay, perfect example: I had a woman that wanted a price adjustment from a few days ago (for a coupon we can't even take, but whatever). She didn't seem to understand anything I said to her and I had to repeat everything I said three times- and even then, some things still didn't seem to sink in. (It was not a language barrier, she spoke perfect English. It was a stupidity barrier.) I did the price adjustment for the two waters on her receipt, having to explain to her what I was doing about four times, she bought her other stuff, and when we were done I put the bottle of water I used for the adjustment to the side so I can take the next customer. Finally. Then she goes, "Can't I take that?" Um, no? We're not going to let you just walk off with shit you haven't paid for. "You already have them at home, right?" "Well yeah, but I wanted another one." "..................you never said that." "Oh. Well, I want another one." GAH! You couldn't have said that, oh I don't know, BEFORE I rang all your other shit up? So yeah. It was that kind of crap all day today.
3. At some point I apparently did something to myself- I went "Ow, my chin kind of hurts," put my finger on it, and... oh look, I'm bleeding. >_< I put a band aid on my chin to deal with it and therefore looked like a total tool for the rest of the day, but I can't be bothered to care.
4. We've had this woman coming in every day for a few days now that drops off ten bazillion things for us to do for photo and totally backs everything up. I ended up staying an hour late dealing with that whole mess. Remember, still don't feel well.
5. I went home and discovered that I left my keys at work. Luckily I've learned from previous airheadedness in regards to that and keep an extra set of keys in my workbag. I grabbed some garbage to go out and went to the grocery store for a few things. I'd finished getting my stuff and was on the way to go pay when I realized I DIDN'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MONEY. My bank card was in my god damned work bag that I dropped off at the house. >_< SO I put the stuff back, walked back home, got money, went back to the store, and got my fucking groceries. I was seriously considering alcohol at that point, but quickly realized that it would probably just make me sicker anyway. Oh, and the cashier that was there is a chatty one, so he yapped at me for fucking ever when I just wanted to get the hell home... but I haven't seen him in a while, so I didn't want to be a total asshole and take off.
The only good thing about today? Osama Bin Laden is finally dead. Yes, I realize that there are going to be people to take his place... but at least he can't hurt anybody anymore. I'm sitting here watching Obama's speech in tears, no lie, and I'm not one that cries easily. It's easy to forget how wonderful a speaker he is until you're confronted with it- this is twice in a few days now, the other one being after they released his birth certificate- again, because apparently the short form wasn't good enough *eyeroll*. The second isn't in the same league, I don't think, and he was CLEARLY angry (I don't blame him one bit for that!), but still, he kept his cool and it was a good speech. Now maybe we can put this incredibly racist birther crap aside (I'm looking at you, Donald Trump, you piece of shit) and move on to other things. As Obama said, "We've got better things to do."
In other news, I wrote some for bg. Not even 100 words of epic terrible, mind, but it's something. (I'm totally going to do day 2 of the meme, just. Not right now. Need sleep. Maybe when I wake up, the day will be not full of epic suck.)
