It's almost over

9 1/2 hours without a break. I was about to go on lunch when the truck showed up. It was already 11:30 by that point. When I got done getting the backroom ready it was noon, then Bret told me to fill eggs, giving me this look like I was super stupid for having not done that already. And I knew we were out of sour cream and coffee mate on the shelf and that butter had to be low. I knew by time the truck was over and I'd filled what would keep Bret happy for a half hour it would be 2 or 2:30 and by that point why bother. I ended up working 7:00-4:30ish.

Chad, "You ready for Christmas?"
Me, "Yep."
Chad, "Me too."
To myself I said: Ready for it to be over.
Chad, "I'm ready for it to be over."
Ha, read my mind.

Customer, "Do you have any more butter?"
Me, "We have lots of butter. Which kind did you want?"
Well. Be more specific next time.

We have a promotion going where you get free eggs if you buy two packs of sausage so we have a display in the egg case and while I was filling eggs this woman was asking where the large dozen eggs were and I happened to have a full case sitting on my wheeler, which was between us, so I gestured at it and said, "In this big box here."

Customer, "Where's the pie shells?"
Me, "Frozen or refridgerated?"
Customer, "The pre-made ones."
Me, "Aisle 3." (baking aisle)
Customer, *stares at aisle 3 for a few moments* "No... like Marie Calanders..."
Me, "Oh, frozen, that's in our frozen section." *points*

My Christmas spirit has been squashed out of me. By the cruelty of customers. By the repetitious Christmas music, which, btw, we went straight Christmas music yesterday. By a store director who stomps around like an angry bear waiting to rip the head off of any poor employee who happens to be nearby. By working as hard and fast as I can with a back in pain and a semi-working arm and it still not being enough.

Something happened to my knees and there's red rashy spots on the insides of them. They stang when I sank into the bath earlier and they kinda hurt now. Also, with my arm, last night Victor picked me up and somehow we managed to pull my arm and it started tingling and Victor says the tension in my neck was gone (constant tension, we assumed it was scar tissue buildup) and so today my arm's been functional, but grudgingly so. I don't think we hurt it, I think we fixed it and it was trying to heal today, which of course it couldn't because of the work I have to do.

What does "new old fashioned" mean?? It makes no sense at all. Is it what you'd call the era of people just entering middle age? They're just entering the time of life where young people consider you old fashioned, but you're young enough that old people think what you do is new? Whatever, it's a stupid song and I don't care if Miss Squeeky "I couldn't sing to save my life" wrote the song she shouldn't be the one singing it.

And just because you want to be special doesn't mean you have to mess with the flow of a song to make it your own. There are set tunes, follow them. No one wants to hear you sing at half the song's speed just as well as no one wants to hear you sing it twice as fast. If one part is slow and another fast you don't have to go backwards.

Also, the Favorite Things song has NOTHING to do with Christmas. Oooo, it mentions snowflakes once in one line of the lyrics. So it MUST be a Christmas song. *eye roll* They sang the song cause the little girl was scared of the thunder storm.

Our Inventories are on February 1st and May 12th. Thusly I can't take my personal days when I normally do which means I can't use it to prepare the area for our new house.I have to use my days by the 15th. Which means I can't take them after inventory because sometimes Bonnie needs my help in the days following an inventory. I also can't take them about two or three weeks before Inventory. But I can't take them in the few weeks before Easter or the week after. So I have no idea when I'm going to be able to take them. I guess first I have to find out when Easter is next year.

Oh, towards the top of the list of things you never want to see is this: You never want to be going down the hallway where the offices are, following your store director to ask him for the keys to the backdoor only to have him stop half-hidden by the doorframe to his office so he could stand there and, ah... readjust himself... He didn't know I was watching, and I waited in the hall for a moment or two so he wouldn't know how close behind him I was so he wouldn't be embarrassed.

And speaking of Bret, I was filling eggs again at one point when he asked if I had any more yogurt and I said to him that I was trying! I figured I'd fill some coffee mate and sour cream before doing yogurt so he wouldn't come yelling at me for being out of ad items. Then Steve came in and said Bret told him to fill yogurt. Well, I'm sorry but I thought ad items were more important than Bret's flights of fancy. Later when Dustin was there he took some yogurt out to fill it too. Then Bret came by and got mad at them and said we couldn't have wheelers on the floor and they all had to go into the back.

Dustin asked for a lot of time off next week and the week after so Zhaun got mad at him and gave him 16 hours next week, which gives me five days. However, we have corporate coming on Tuesday so he gave me a morning shift on Tuesday and said I'd have Wednesday off instead, so I hope this means he's leaving Thursday alone cause I was supposed to have Thursday off. Two days off together would be nice.

I broke a fingernail on Monday and another today. This one was even worse and there is almost no white part left and the topmost layer of pink is cracked off a bit too (not all the way down but only the first bit).

Dunno what it is about sour cream but this year it's flying off my shelves. I blamed Oprah till I fount out she hadn't said anything. Odd. Normally when I suddenly, randomly sell out of something (30 cases in under two days?) I later find out she came out with a lovely new recipe for something. I can't wait for that horrid woman to go away, wasn't her show supposed to be over by now? I just know she went shopping once and the store was out of her favorite yogurt and she swore vengeance on all dairy managers everywhere, which would be why she every so often picks a random item no one would suspect and uses it in some recipe or other. Either way, it's insane.

We were also super busy today. It was worse than the day before Thanksgiving!