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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Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Domino Effect

So it was back to the dentist today.  Not for any particular check up or follow up.  Not because the dentist said if there were a problem it'd happen on Thursday.  Nope.  It was for the string issue.  I got tired of trying to swallow all of the strings hanging from the roof of my mouth.  And so, off I went.

Know what happened?  The ol' dentist took some little scissors and starting cutting away.  Yes, I could've done that myself but I was scared I'd cut too far, pull too hard or stab myself with the pointy end of the scissors.  I can't afford to be stabbed anymore.

Know what else happened?  He also pulled something out of my mouth.  When I asked what it was, he said, "Stuff."  But I know it was a pea.

And finally, know what else is going on?  I'm having phantom string feelings.  l'm just sure that there are more strings hanging down from my teeth.  I'm sure of it.  And yet, there isn't.

Is there?

And, by the way, when can I eat pizza?  I fear that Papa John's will go out of business without my support ...

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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Ps and Qs

The good news is ... I ate a pea.   The bad news is ... the pea is now stuck between two of my teeth and I am not about to go fishing it out!

My diet has increased a bit since Monday but I still can't even consider that ice cream I'm allowed to eat.  I'm not all that thrilled about peas, mind you, but at least it was a warm pea.

Besides the exciting news that I can eat peas, I have other exciting news as well.  My six stitches?  They're coming out!  Wait, I'm actually not supposed to be excited about that because it's WAY TOO SOON for this to be happening.  Ten days?  Nope, it's only been two.  But dang, they're a-comin' out.  Well, actually, they're FALLING OUT!  I've got strings and strings and strings hanging in my mouth and trying to choke me.  So not fun.

And finally ... in other news ... I tried something new for pain.  Okay, okay, it's not other news.  I don't have any other news.  None.  So, I'll continue on this insane topic.  I went to my choir practice tonight and was experiencing some slight discomfort.  (Slight is just a bit of an understatement mind you.)  The lady sitting next to me could tell something was wrong with my mouth (probably because all of the words I speak right now are ending in F) and offered me her essential oils.  (You've heard of DoTerra and Young Living, right?)  She gave me the one for pain and told me to dab it on the surgery site.  And I did.  

I left choir early due to the pain... FROM THE OILS!  Yeesh, that stuff burns!!  So not only do I ache from surgery, I have first degree burns on the roof of my mouth from PAN AWAY, the oil that's supposed to take pain away.  Instead it took me away from any fun tonight.

At least it made me forget about the pea in my mouth ...

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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

ice cream ...

I can have ice cream.  And ice cream.  And more ice cream.  Normally this would be a great thing to hear your doctor tell you but with a huge gaping hole in my mouth, sensitive to all things cold and hot, I DO NOT WANT ICE CREAM.

I do not want the soft food that I'm ordered to eat.  I do not want the chicken broth Rick bought for me.  And I really don't want the mashed potatoes that drove to KFC for.  Yes it was a nice gesture, but ...

I want my tooth back.  I've changed my mind.  Cracked or not, I miss it and would rather have THAT pain then THIS pain.

Sigh.  Rocky road anyone?

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Monday, November 3, 2014

post weekend

So, I mentioned that my weekend was crazy and yes, it was.  But it was fun.  Tons o' fun.

It all began last Wednesday when I had a choir practice and a drama practice after work.  That kept me out late and I then had to get up VERY EARLY to take my dear darling daughter to the airport.  She was traveling to Tucson for a wedding and I had the dubious honors of taking her to the airport at the crack of dawn and then taking care of her cat... at her apartment.  Oh, the dear darling cat.  I honestly considered forgetting to feed it or at least leaving the door open and seeing what would happen... but I did my deed.  I fed and watered and pottied the cat.  But first I drove Liz to the airport.

After work on Thursday, long before I got to come home and rest my little head, I met my sister in law for dinner and then visited with Jeannie the cat.  Then I headed out to an acting workshop that I'm taking for the next six weeks.  Home at ten, bedded down by twelve-ish and then up on Friday to attend a very long meeting of sorts at work.  It was a visit to another school... back by two-ish and then after a few hours of work, I headed to dinner with two cousins who happened into town at the last minute.  Sure, come on over.  I'm free.  (Actually I am free for them... but that didn't help my tiredness.)  And then, yes, Halloween happened.  And don't forget about the dear darling cat.

Saturday brought an all day visit to Canton, a huge Texas garage sale of sorts, with three friends.  It was two hours away and I figured we'd be there until noon or so.  But no.  We managed to stay until dinnertime and then we jumped back on the road for our two hour jaunt back.  Home at ten, oh yes, again.

Sunday?  Church and then two, yes TWO, drama rehearsals.  Well, one was a planning meeting that ran even longer than a regular rehearsal.

But the best part of the whole weekend?  Today.  Yes, today.  I was oh so blessed to have a tooth extracted early in the morning and yes, it darn near ruined my whole day.  I miss my tooth.  It was with me for nearly 50 years and we'd formed quite a bond.  Yes we had.  And now, amidst the blood and guts that I'm left with, I'm pretty much hating life.

And how was your weekend?  Kept all your teeth?

;)