Tuesday, November 25, 2014

da' bomb!

I have so much to be thankful for.  In fact, I have a ridiculous amount of things to be thankful for.  But let me list just a couple of things from today...

3 dead wasps.  Did it single-handedly.  Yep, I'm da man.
1 dead gecko.  Well, he was already dead when I found him, but still.
I didn't burn my breakfast.

Yep, it's been a good day.  I did myself proud.

Monday, November 24, 2014

unemployed ... sorta

It broke my heart ... but I did it.  I resigned from THE STORE.

Did it really break my heart?  Believe it or not, it did.  But my back is too precious to me and I never got over my fear of hurting it ... for a store discount and the fun of shooting guns at bar codes.

And so ... I am now enjoying a week off.

So what did I learn from all of this?

Nothing.

Friday, November 21, 2014

I survived!

Oh yes, I did survive.  I worked one whole day at THE STORE.  Did I have fun?  Yes, I actually did.  I liked shooting a gun at bar codes.  You know, that's purty fun.  And I had power.  There were lots of young 'uns there that didn't know what to do, who to turn to nor where to go.  I glanced around, I saw no one there to answer their questions ... so I did!  Yes, I probably misdirected a few kiddos, but heck, they liked that someone was at least showing them some concern.

So when do I go back?  Well, I'm not sure.  I'm just not sure my back can take it.  So ... I called in sick to my very second shift.

BUT ... not before I ran out and went shopping at THE STORE and used my discount.  Oh relax, I didn't shop at MY STORE.  Nah, I found another THE STORE and shopped there.  They didn't know me there.

But I did direct a few of their employees where to go, too.

I love power.

:>)

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

In 24 hours ...

I'll have completed work at two jobs and somehow squeezed in a choir practice and a drama rehearsal.  And cooked Rick's dinner and even made a grocery store run.  In 24 hours I will fall into bed exhausted.

But only if I survive it all first.


Sunday, November 16, 2014

Update

If you look back an entry or two, you'll see that I've removed the name of THAT store and changed it to something a bit generic.  Why, you ask?  Well, many moons ago, I had a different blog.  And a different job.  And I liked to blog about my different job.  My different job did not like that I blogged about them and gave me the boot.  Yes they did.  Gave me more to blog about though...  SO, that said, I have a little tale to tell.  But I won't use their name in the tale.  If you were tuned in a few days ago, you may remember the name.  But far be if from me to remind anyone.  Nope, won't do it.

Yet.

So, I decided to go to my "group interview."  I prettied myself all up, I put on my bestest interview clothes and I curled my hairs.  Put on my nicest shoes and remade my face.  Yes, I was looking fine.  Feeling fine, too.

I arrived at my interview with 5 minutes to spare.  Yes, I can be on time when I want to.

And in we all went.  The whole group.  I was told it was a group interview, I expected an interview.  All I got was 'group.'  And so, myself and about six or eight other would-bes all sat down at a conference room table in said store's back room.  And I thought to myself, "I'm ready.  Fire those questions at me."  But no one did.  I was handed my start papers, my I-9, my W-4, my direct deposit form and asked which position I'd like to work.  We went over theft rules and break times.  And after filling out about 100 forms, I was told to report back on Wednesday night ... to start.

My head was spinning.  I came for an interview, I walked away with a job.  But no interview.  Good grief.  I got all prettied up for nuthin'!

Sigh.  And after much deliberation in my own head, and much confusion over what just happened and much grief over whether I even wanted to do this ... I did this.

That employee discount better be worth it!!

And now you know why I renamed the store to STORE a few entries back.  Heck, all stores should just be called STORE.  There'd be no confusion as to what the business was, ... unless they had me for an employee.  And that would be nothing but confusing.

;)

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Monday, November 10, 2014

44 more shopping days

Two things ...

1) I did something stupid.  (Yeah, yeah, what else is new?)  I saw an ad that said 'Now Hiring Christmas Help' and I applied.  Yes, I applied to STORE's Department Store for Christmas help.  And why not?  I'm there all the time anyway.  But again, WHY DID I DO THIS?  No, I don't have the job... yet.  I do have an interview though.  Am I going?  Why not.  If nothing else, I'll get some interviewing practice.  And in case you're wondering ... NO, I'm not leaving my day job.  Well, not unless my acting career takes off and then maybe.  Just kidding.  No plans to leave.  The big question is WHEN ON EARTH DO I EXPECT TO FIND THE TIME TO WORK?  I have a Christmas show to direct and a choir to sing in and ... and ... and ...

2) Have you heard of Alex From Target?   He's a cute guy who just happens to work at a Target in Texas and someone snapped a picture of him and POOF.  Viral.  Alex From Target became an overnight sensation on Twitter and Facebook.

Here's the clip of him on Ellen.  Naivete at its best but I still think he's adorable.

AlexFromTarget meet EllenFromEllen

or



So, what's the point?  Alex from Target is local to me.  He's a Friscoan.  Friscoite?  Frisconian?  Either way, he got himself famous for ... bagging groceries?

Just call me Kris from STORE's.

Or not.

Please.

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Sunday, November 9, 2014

alex

I told you what the funniest part of my grocery store adventure was ... now I'll share with you the sweetest part.

Our checker, Alex, talked a mile a minute.  Or more.  He would hold up my items and ask me where I got them and then tell me I was getting a good deal.  'Cept he told me all this at top speed.  Elizabeth's patience was wearing thin with him and she suddenly piped up with, "You talk way too fast!  Slow down there!"  I'm sure my face was beet red.

Alex apologized and said that he had been working all day and when he got tired he tended to talk too fast.  He then noticed the logo on my jacket - San Gabriel Unified School District - where I worked for five years, just prior to my move to Texas.  He asked if that were in California.  And yes, it was.  Of course that opened up a full blown conversation about Cali (no, I don't usually use that term of endearment) and we each discovered that we had lived one city apart.  Alex was in Chino Hills and we were in San Dimas.  Truly neighbors.  Alex then blurted out that he had gone to a special high school in Chino Hills and he even wrote it down for me when I didn't seem to know where it was.  'Ayala High School' Alex had scratched out in between ringing up my Halloween masks and Agave nectar (still don't know what that is...) And then suddenly Alex proudly (and I mean proudly) blurted out that he had Autism.  And he wanted to know if I were a teacher.

One can be caught off guard when someone tells you they have Autism.  In fact, one might not know how to react.  Honestly, I've never ever heard anyone tell me they have Austism.  I'm around kids with Autism but they certainly don't go bragging about it ... and yet ol' Alex had the need to tell me.

Alex and I chatted for quite a bit.  He learned that I'm not a teacher but I do work at a Special Ed school.  Were they big kids?  No, they are little ones.  He threw terms like PPCD at me, that only someone around it would know.  Alex was happy to meet someone who was not only chatting with him (and struggling to listen to his mile a minute chirping) but also had a common interest.  And you know what?  Alex was an expert cashier.  He talked AND he got his job done.  I was very impressed.  And when we were done, he quickly was on to the next customer in line.

Know what else?  When I came back later that night to try to claim my lost bag ... Alex waved to me.  I'd have set him up with Elizabeth if he could've slowed down his talking ... and if she hadn't turned a deaf ear to him almost immediately.

And if he headn't given my Halloween masks to the wrong person.

;)

kroger, ralph's, von's, tom thumb, safeway ... and piggly wiggly

If you shop at Kroger (Ralph's for you CA peeps) make sure you escape with all of your bags.  If you don't ... if you get home and discover your .75 cent Halloween mask you found on clearance is not in any of your bags ... you will have one heckofa time getting Kroger to care.

In my case, I got home without the two sparkly masks I found on clearance, the little Halloween mug also on clearance, my dear darling daughter's gluten free grape juice, her AGAVE nectar (no, I have no idea what this is) and a host of small items that help one to fill a Christmas shoebox gift for a little girl.

I will not drag this out, unlike the experience I had at Kroger tonight trying to retrieve my missing items or at least get a refund.  And neither came easily.  I had the customer service rep. from you-know-where and the most important thing I learned tonight?  Do NOT leave without all of your bags.  If you do ... and you return for the missing bag ... the customer service person from you-know-where will make you ... yes, MAKE YOU ... wander thoughout the store and find all of your items.

Did I KNOW all the items missing from my grocery collection?  Of course not.  I trusted that they still had my bag there.  And if you wander through the store KNOWING that you aren't going to find everything you are looking for and you come up short ... you will be MADE to dig through three shopping carts of stuff that needs to be reshelved.  Not just one time, but THREE times.  The kind folks at Kroger had no time for me and just wanted to keep me busy, I guess.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER ... and no items richer ... I summoned a manager.  Did he give me a refund?  Nope.  He asked me to do all the same things.  Did I?  Nope.  Been there, done that.  You know what happened next?  THE MANAGER WENT SHOPPING FOR ME.  I. Kid. You. Not.  Mr. Manager came back to me TEN MINUTES later with a little plastic bag of four items.

Nearly thirty minutes after I'd been in the store, I walked out with $2.14 in my hand and four items in a bag that I think were missing from my original order.  Not sure, not completely sure at all, though.

Wanna know the funny part?  At the 20 minute mark, I told the manager that my family waiting in the car was very ticked off.  (They had been texting me that they were getting quite impatient and what in the world was I doing in that store ... shopping????)  After all was said and done, Mr. Manager apologized and began to walk me to the door of the store with my new goodies in my hand.  Mr. Manager kept on walking, though.  And walking.  Beside me.  Finally I said, "Oh, you're coming out to calm my family down ..."  He nodded.  And together we walked to our car.  Of course Rick and Liz were as sweet as could be making me look like a fool.  But that's not the funny part.  I noticed a car next to ours with a blonde lady in it who apparently lived in her car.  Or she did an awful lot of shopping at Kroger.  Either way, I was not the only one who noticed her ... Mr. Manager did, too.  And when he was finished talking with Rick and Liz, he stepped over to chat with the blonde lady with all of the bags in her car.

That lady turned out to be his girlfriend/wife/significant other.  So what was the funny part?  He was never coming out to talk to Rick and Liz.  Nope.  He wasn't out there to unruffle any ruffled feathers.  Nope, he was out there on "business."  But I made him pit stop.

So the joke was on him!

Nah, it was still on me.

Nah, it was on him.  Later, I found the AGAVE nectar at home.  I got a free one from Kroger ... and it only cost me an extra trip to a grocery store, thirty very long minutes trapped at the Customer Service desk and the fun of trapping the manager into talking with Rick.  Yea, that's always fun.

;)

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