slowly going insane

We did not end up eating at the Asian Buffet the other day, I was hot and irritated and Victor's tooth was hurting. We'll so some other time.

This morning Bonecrusher was so cute. He climbed up on my lap and helped me do my hair, then when he got bored of that he sprawled across my legs. Then finally he ended up asleep in front of my keyboard. (I do my hair in front of my computer using a mirror that's to the side) I had to go make my lunch but I didn't want to disturb him so I crept away and just as I was in the kitchen he came bounding in with the same expression as a child who gets lost at a store and catches a glimpse of mommy around a corner. He sprawled out in front of the door to try and stop me from going to work. Poor kitty.

There was a lot of stupid today at work.

First thing happened as I was going into the parking lot. An old person was ahead of me and decided that it would be the perfect time to start driving at 2mph forcing me to park in the middle of the street in order for them to finally get far enough into the parking lot (and then for some reason they stopped moving entirely) for me to get off the street.

It took nearly an hour to face up because of customers fighting me on that.

The amaretto guy showed up today. Oh, I get tired of him never special ordering and just expecting me to have enough. I'm used to him so I do keep enough on hand. But it's still tiring. What do you do with 15 pints of amaretto coffee creamer in 9 days? (he usually shows up every 7-10 days)

While facing a woman ran up and told me her gallon of milk was leaking. So I took it from her and wiped it off. I was on my way to put it back, because it was wet, not leaking, when she asked what kind it was so she could get another one. How do you not know what kind of milk you got? Anyway, she got hers and I put the other back on the shelf.

And then I'd gotten up to the milk and there was this guy on his cellphone in front of the milk just sorta hovering there. He waited till I'd faced everything before taking a whole gallon, so I fixed that and was about to go on when he put that back and got a 2% instead. ...a 2% he'd just finished watching me move from a lower shelf to the upper shelf in order to make the upper shelf not empty. So I rushed back over there and moved another from the lower shelf to the upper shelf to fill the hole he'd just made.

Then the amaretto guy, who I guess was still hanging around, told me of a gallon of milk that was leaking. At the moment I really didn't care too much so I shoved it to the back and faced over the spot.

I had just gotten to a point where I could start on the milk load when Bret called me to check. And then Chris was. And then Dee was. Um... that was supposed to be Chris first, then Dee, then me. Why was I called first? I checked and then was about to leave. I turned off my light and started walking away when I  saw a guy walk into my lane and offload. Um... turning light off and leaving isn't a clear enough indicator to you? He had two items so I checked him out anyway, besides which Bret was standing right there and refusing to block anyone off even though they're supposed to. And then after I got to the back Bret called me to ask what number I had rung someone's apples under, 4133 or 4135. I happened to remember it was 4135. Apparently he had mixed two types of apples and I had rung them up under the more expensive number by sheer random chance.

Then I was filling the top shelf of eggs which requires me to stand up on the ledge of the egg case. When I got down it was to discover someone was reaching around my legs to get into the markdown bin. She completely ignored me and continued to dig through the bin regardless of my suddenly backing away from her. (well she DID sneak up behind me and get within inches of me)

I found a gallon of 1% someone put in with the 2%.

Chris called me to check but it wasn't needed.

Oh, the Key Retailing walk went well I presume? No news is good news, right? The guy seemed sorta nice anyway, from what I heard. Bonnie especially liked him. We're getting a stacker that moves back and forth as well as up and down. Yay! But they were walking the aisles when I realized they were near my cottage cheese and sour cream and it was empty so I quickly stuffed some on the shelf in hopes they wouldn't say anything. I don't think they did.

Chris was nosy later and asked me things like how I was doing, is Victor working. Go away.

Two guys came through and bought every single one of my Darigold 2% quarts. ????? That was probably about 18 quarts at 1.29 each (thereabouts). Why??? Well this means I'll be out till tomorrow when we get a case in, and then those will sell and we'll be out from Saturday night till Tuesday afternoon. All because they just had to buy ALL of them. Why all of them?? They weren't on sale. It's not a common stock-up item. I've never had anyone buy more than two of those at a time.

My elbow and and whole right arm was achy.

I decided I would fill the yogurt, which always requires facing. But alas! Two old ladies decided to park their cart in front of the yogurt down by the juice while they went to shop in the cottage cheese. At the same time someone else was standing around in front of the yogurt checking ingredients (which is understandable). And someone else was heading towards the yogurt at a slow shamble that would inevitably pick up at the most convenient time as always. Finally I was able to go face. I finished in one door and was about to move to the next when I saw someone staring at the yogurt in that door. Ok, so I faced up the rest of that door and fixed some tags. Finally as I was kneeling down she stuck her hand in the door above my head. So I stood up and jumped away, holding the door open. She completely ignored me. She put the cup of yogurt back down, half off the one she had put it on top of and went back to the first door. Finally she walked away empty handed. Ok... So then someone ripped the door away from me and when I jumped she stuck her hand in to grab something and I made a noise so she mumbled an "excuse me" and left.

I'd just gotten back into the cooler when I saw through the shelf that someone had put a yogurt into a shelf extender! Those are stupid hanger basket things that stick to my doors are have product in them. Someone had put a cup of yogurt in one. Instead of opening the door and putting it back where it belonged, they had to put it in the extender so that it rotted. Thanks, now I had to throw it away!

Then I was filling milk when I pushed some milk from the left to the right and some old guy who had just watched me doing that came up and took from the right. So I moved milk over again to fill that hole. ...so he took from the right again!!!

Oh, and what do two adults and one infant need 6 gallons of milk for?

And what's going on with large curd cottage cheese that people are buying it insanely fast?

Someone put leaking milk in my cart again and it got all over my medium egg repack cartons and I'll probably have to throw away half the stack. Such a waste.

Then I was filling yoplait and someone came up and took a vanilla whip, which is on the top shelf, and then decided she didn't want it and stuffed it in sideways half-off the shelf three shelves down in with the Lite Raspberry. Thanks!! I had to go around to fix that.

Then someone took wrong so I had to run around to fix that. I hadn't been back in the cooler more than 40 seconds when I had to run back around to fix something someone else did. And they wonder why it takes me so long to do anything. Maybe if people weren't so stupid I could get stuff done faster.

The bakery guy commented that I never looked happy. I hate that. Leave me alone.

Someone put a gallon of water in with the eggs.

When I got home Bonecrusher was so happy. *sigh* Even though he was a bad kitty and knocked over my rosemary. Also, he loves my begonia and likes to lay in it until he finds the perfect leaf to pull off and bat around. They're in the window right now, and I have stuff around them so maybe he'll stop.

At least I don't work till 8 tomorrow I guess. I hate 10:30-7 cause I never get to bed till 9. I was hoping to get my bedtime back to 7:30.

And the sad thing is that for most people the rest of their life would be like this. Every day, the same things, until you're so deadened to the pain that you don't even feel it anymore, until the customers have beaten you into submission. But not me. I won't be seeing dead eyes staring at me from the mirror for the rest of my life. I'm escaping this. I'm leaving. I'm leaving and I'll be poorer and have a different kind of work to do, but I will be so much happier and at peace that that won't matter.