While Watching the Season Finale of The Walking Dead

Life kind of sucks right now.  I am still sick and it feels like I am getting worse.  My nose is running and my throat is still scratchy.  I went out today to see my mother and I was exhausted the whole time.  I ended up taking a two-hour nap before I could drive home. 

It is raining right now, which is nice, but it is completely fucking up my Internet.  When it started being windy my Internet kept skipping out.  Tonight I have to restart my modem every six minutes.  I made the mistake of trying to watch some Castle and it took far too long.  

Sick Day

Yesterday I got home from work with a scratchy throat, feeling lightheaded, and a little bit feverish.  When I woke up this morning I felt worse.  So I called in sick today and spent the day alternating between sleep, watching Castle, and drinking copious amounts of orange juice.  I feel better now, just for some reason I have a headache.  Too much sleep I guess. 

My post tonight is short because I am still kind of tired, but today was kind of nice.  I got to relax and cuddle my Sonny.

Shenaniganizer is Tired and Possibly Getting Sick

Working in retail for two and a half months might not be much, but it has already given me a list of things that I hate, or at least annoy the crap out of me. 

First off, when you go to pay, get off your damn phone.  How am I supposed to give your proper customer service if you are too busy to pay attention?  Besides it just rude.  If some was trying to have a conversation with you, you would give them the courtesy of getting off your phone.  Why am I any different? 

Secondly, people who refuse to read the signs with our rules that are posted around the store and then get mad because I cannot break the rules for them.  For example, last week a lady came in and had three sections of five yards of tulle cut in our fabric department. All over that section, there are signs posted saying that if you get fabric cut you are agreeing to pay for it, no argument.  The lady came up the register and decided then that she only wanted two of the pieces of tulle, not all three.  When I told her that she had to buy it, she got mad.  I told her that there were signs all over the fabric department stating our policy, but because she did not bother to read the brightly colored sheets of paper it is the store’s fault.  She talked to my supervisor who told her the same thing and she would not listen, so we called the manager.   The lady then started yelling at the manager, calling our policy “illogical” and that it did not make any sense.  The problem is that if a piece of fabric is cut, a future customer probably would not want it.  If they are coming in looking for one long piece and all we have are smaller sections, they would not buy it.  They lady did not seem to get this and the manager eventually told me to just let her buy only what she wanted just to get her to shut up and leave. 

My last two main problems with people are minor.  I work as the main cashier, so I am at the front of the store and one of my duties to is to greet everyone as they walk in.  I am so good at noticing every person who walks in that customers at the register have been know to call me “super greeter”.  What annoys me is when people walk in and completely ignore my greeting.  It is one thing if you are on the phone or are trying to wrangle together your three kids, but when you walk in all by yourself and decide that you do not want to give me the decency of acknowledging my existence I get annoyed. 

Lastly, keep an eye on your damn kids.  I am not a baby sitter.  Do not walk in with your kids then wander off to get your stuff, leaving them standing in front of me.  I am not paid to make sure your children do not break our wears or eat our displays.  That is your job as a parent.  

Handmade Christmas Presents

It is a well-known fact amongst my friends that I get excited way too easily about stuff.  Working at a craft store has not done anything to cull that.  I already scrapbook, crochet, and knit.  Now I want to learn how to use a sewing machine, work with clay, and make wire jewelry.  My employee discount is not doing much to lessen the total of money I am spending because I just end up buying more than I originally would have. 

This year I declared that everyone would be getting something handmade for the holidays.  I started working on presents back in October and I am finally almost done.  I have made plushies, scarves, and a bikini.  The Luna Lovegood scarf, a stuffed octopus, and the Christmas angel cthulhu are some of the ones I am most proud of.  There is a week and a half left until my party and I am scrambling to finish the presents.  I have two more basic scarves, a beanie, and a plushie Serenity airship from Joss Weadon’s Firefly left to finish.  Unfortunately, I still have to buy the yarn for one of the scarves and the beanie. 

It seems that all of the stores that sell yarn in Santa Clarita are low on yarn.  Beverly’s, Walmart, and Michaels do not have what I need, but I am not quite desperate enough to drive half an hour out to Joanne’s yet.  I know Beverly’s is not getting a new yarn shipment until the Monday after my party, so that is completely useless.  Hopefully I will be able to drop by the Michaels in Chula Vista when I go kidnap my Sweetie next week.  

Six Months Ago

Today six months ago I was freaking out about finals and trying to pass the last five classes of my undergraduate career.  If you consider the fact that I had spent the last four and a half years taking only three classes a quarter, it was a hectic ten weeks for me.  I was also dealing with the latest of a string of shitty roommates and a roach infestation.  It was impossible to make any sort of food in the kitchen because multiple roaches would appear out of nowhere and literally fall into my food.  One night, I even called my father in tears. 

Eventually, it was all over and I got to walk across the little stage at the University of California, Riverside.  My family was there with my amazingly patient boyfriend and I got to walk alongside of my friends. 

Now life just seems to be standing still.  I have a low paying retail job at a craft, which I actually enjoy.  I get to interact with people and offer help.  It allows me to actually feel knowledgeable.  In school, I usually felt that Professors would look down on me for my chosen genre and my father seems to think that I am an idiot. 

At work, the customer looks to me for help.  Probably because I’m the cashier and I stand right by the door, but it makes me feel good.  The ladies I work with are nice people too.

The job itself is also great because it gives me time to work on my writing at home.  I attempted to do National Novel Writing Month last month, but I failed.  I had managed to keep up the pace for the first three weeks, but out of nowhere I just ran out of stuff to write.  I probably should have actually brainstormed before hand and written outlines like all of the people I know who managed to hit the 50,000 word goal. 

Now I am attempting to do National Blog Post Month, one post a day for all of December.  Here’s hoping I can pull it off.