Ah Thank You

First off, a note to my buddy Rapty (that was Chloe's doofy ass name for you was it not?) I changed my settings and you no longer have to be a member to blog on me. Wait...shit...you already made one? Oh I guess Chloe's and my plan to discover you anonymity is working MUAH HA HA HA. No seriously, didn't know about that. Sorry.


Ah another time to sit and rant about the day to day. Hubby, who is still indeed unnamed, will be home from work in T minus 30 minutes. This, therefore, gives me time to type shit. Not that I couldn't type while he is here, but when he gets home I'd actually like to you know, talk to him and shit. Talk....yea....AHEM...
ANYWAY..... I GOT THE JOB! And Just as my friend at the EX employer said, the call came in the definition of a "few" days. The day I typed my last blog.
Woe to those readers who look forward to my retail plunders. However, I will bring you a whole new world of rants. After all, I will be working in a hospital! Seriously, you all know good shit goes on there. The day I was in my car wreck, my Hubby says when he got to the hospital at 9am there was a person in the lobby getting escorted out for drinking a tall can with his gang buddies while waiting for the gang member to be checked out for being stabbed. 9am! Tall cans! Common, It's funny. Though I am sure I will gain better stories. Like the nurse I knew who worked on the OB floor. When the baby came out the doc said "Now we have to deliver the Placenta" To which the new mother said "Wow, Placenta, that sounds pretty" she then PROCEEDED to name the new child that! Wow, I mean seriously. Can you imagine walking up at I dunno, a job interview and being like "Hi, my name is PLACENTA!" You may as well name the kid "Bloddy Tissue Discharge".


I have also made a new promise to myself. NO MORE PUTTING UP WITH MY BITCH BOSS. You know, the one that was put on this planet to make my life a living hell? The last time she yelled at me it was over not writing down a persons name and number before they left, MINUS their groceries and said they would be back with the credit card they forgot. They came back, but apparently now they want peoples names and numbers. And of course, with plastered on smile, I nod and say that I can handle that. Even though the way tells me to do this is not at ALL how a manager should talk to an employee. So, tonight I get in the same situation. However, I know I'm quitting now. Me thinks I SHALL NEVER put up with zee bitch again. SOOOOO, I get the persons name and number even though they have only left their money in the CAR(mind you they are giving me an evil glare for all of this, after all the money is in the damn car 2 min away!) I then take their suspended transaction up to the courtesy area and in 2min they come in and pick it up. NO BIGGIE! Right? NO! Bitch boss is on the move (which I swear looks like a rhino trying to walk with a stick up the ass) she comes to me and yells at me for not telling her about the transaction. Apparently it isn't enough to get the name and number I have to tell the Bitch, FOR NO REASON! I have told the people that will give the groceries to the customer, I have told the customer, I've gone through the awkwardness of getting a name and number once again for NO reason. But no, now I must bow to the bitch for not telling her. PS IT IS NOT COMPANY POLICY TO TELL A MANAGER THIS SHIT. In fact, on a side note, a cashier that the bitch actually likes did the same thing tonight, minus the name and number, and it didn't get a second glance. So she starts with the stern "You know we've talked about this before". Ok ok, here goes.....plaster on complacent smile....WAIT...I'm quitting, I could give a shit now...So...turn away and ignore....told to look at her.....WAIT...still don't give a shit....look over and roll eyes....oh no bad I get the "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!" yell... Fuck her...I don't give a shit still remember?.....I turn away and say Whatever (insert bitch name here) and she actually walks away!!! LOOK AT ME I DID IT, I didn't give a fuck, I didn't have to act like I did! IT was my crowning moment in retail. I have now vowed to myself that I will make life hell unto my final "Have a nice day" is uttered, Ah thank you.
Well look at this, hubby is home early. We're going to go...talk.....

PS. Did anyone ever notice that you on this web pages spell checker the word BLOG is not recognized? Blogspot.com I shake my finger at you. *Shake Shake Shake*. There, now don't you feel bad.