Geriatrics Shouldn't Play With Zombies
Well, let me start off by saying today really started out shitty. It was all moisty out and looking like it was going to have a moisty-storm-fit-thing. Then it cleared up, making me believe it was okay to push carts only to begin moisting me feverently. But that I can live with, however, what I can't live with is fucking Wal-Mart people greeters, though there are some exceptions to this.
Now the super Wal-Mart greeters are supposed to hand out the fucking carts as customers come in, not flippin' seperate a line of 15 so one must navigate a maze just to get inside the damn store. I see two reasons for this, one being I believe no one wants to work harder then they have to to get into fucking Wal-Mart, and two because it makes pushing carts that much harder. Whatever they remove we must replace, and when the customers take both from the greeters and from the damn bay, it makes life HELL. My answer to this? I tied the damn carts together. About an hour later managment comes outside to tell me not to do this anymore, I complied to their request. I go about my merry little cart pushing duties for about a half an hour until the fucking old bitty from hell, threatens to "kick my ass" and get management to "fire my ass" if I don't get over there and untie the carts. Did I untie the damn carts? Hell no, I let her fume there for awhile for my own sheer amusment. Later when she wandered off to get management I untied the carts before anyone got there and played dumb. What fun I had.
After work I spent a little quality time with "George"! I love her so very much ^^. Then I met up with "Frank", "Suzy Lee", "Mickey", and "Bambi". "Bambi" graduated a year ahead of me and he too works at the Mart, yes HE. Anyways, we were going to watch the Dawn of the Dead Director's Cut, which we did. However, "Mickey" decided to instigate "Wedgie Wrestling of Extreme Pain". His whitey-tighties ended up rip to hell and I won't be able to wipe without pain for a week. So there's my day, enjoy it....I know I did.....like a good case of herpes.
Now the super Wal-Mart greeters are supposed to hand out the fucking carts as customers come in, not flippin' seperate a line of 15 so one must navigate a maze just to get inside the damn store. I see two reasons for this, one being I believe no one wants to work harder then they have to to get into fucking Wal-Mart, and two because it makes pushing carts that much harder. Whatever they remove we must replace, and when the customers take both from the greeters and from the damn bay, it makes life HELL. My answer to this? I tied the damn carts together. About an hour later managment comes outside to tell me not to do this anymore, I complied to their request. I go about my merry little cart pushing duties for about a half an hour until the fucking old bitty from hell, threatens to "kick my ass" and get management to "fire my ass" if I don't get over there and untie the carts. Did I untie the damn carts? Hell no, I let her fume there for awhile for my own sheer amusment. Later when she wandered off to get management I untied the carts before anyone got there and played dumb. What fun I had.
After work I spent a little quality time with "George"! I love her so very much ^^. Then I met up with "Frank", "Suzy Lee", "Mickey", and "Bambi". "Bambi" graduated a year ahead of me and he too works at the Mart, yes HE. Anyways, we were going to watch the Dawn of the Dead Director's Cut, which we did. However, "Mickey" decided to instigate "Wedgie Wrestling of Extreme Pain". His whitey-tighties ended up rip to hell and I won't be able to wipe without pain for a week. So there's my day, enjoy it....I know I did.....like a good case of herpes.
posted by Betty at 1:11 AM
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