A Blog!

OMG I started a blog. What in God's name is wrong with me. I know for a fact that I will never have anything of interest to write, yet here I am. I could be doing about 6.5 other things right now. For instance, laundry, cleaning, filling out bills, grocery shopping, watching TV, or reading. Whats this .5 then u ask? I mean here I am writing that I have 6.5 things to do and I only listed 6! What a bitch am I. For your information, I don't know what the .5 is, you see I'm totally sure I have to do something else (no more interesting that the previous 6 I assure you) however, I don't know what it is, and can't remember. Me thinks I'm losing my mind.


Working blows, it really really does. I cannot believe what morons I run into in day to day life. From Mr. I've had a bad day and must take it out on you, to Mrs. I'm an uber bitch boss hell bent on on making your life as miserable as possible (did I just use the word uber?). I really do feel for some of these people. The problem is today I just didn't know how to react to one of the sad ones. Normally the sad ones are just old people that want to talk but today: There I was your friendly cashier girl doing my normal robotic "how are you today" and "have a good day!" (imagine plastered on smile here) when a woman comes through and I say, you guessed it, "How are you today" instead of the normal muttered "fine" or sometimes the half friendly "I'm good" or the uber friendly (theres that fucking word again! uber uber uber uber, ok out of my system now) , "Great! and you?" I actually had a woman start to cry. Well doesn't that throw one off! She said that she was just diagnosed with Alzheimer and that she didn't know what to do. She only had a few items, there were people behind her in line, but before she even attempted to pay I got a life history. She had a bad childhood, has no husband or family, and wants to know why God did this to her. So I stand there, a deer caught in headlights, wondering how I can be kind, not offensive, and move her along to get to the customers that are giving me evil stares because things aren't moving along. I end up muttering "I'm sorry to hear that" and she finally pays me. Now she's about to leave....I'm to say "Have a nice day!" still grinning in that pathetic "I'm soooo happy to be working in a grocery store mode" but what do you say after all of that? "Good luck with your degenerative incurable disease!" ummm no, I had no clue what to say, and the evil looks from customers were getting worse. I fell back into robot mode with "Have a nice day" and turned away to the next person in line. I now must question my roboticness. Perhaps I will become one of those ass holes that says nothing, rings up your items and talks to their friends. Or perhaps I'll just smile and say "hi" no "how are you" involved. Sigh, I can't do either if I do option 1 then Mrs. I'm an uber bitch boss hell bent on making your life as miserable as possible, WILL make it even more miserable. And option 2 is out of the question because just saying "hi" will put me back in robot mode and I'll have to continue with "how are you" because I am a fucking robot.

So, well, I have now not done anything on my list of 6.5 things to do in the past 30 minutes or so. I additionally did not figure out my robot problems. But at least the experience is cathartic, and I'm offically an uber (damn not out of system yet!) blogger.