Day 700 of horrible icky sticky heat wave...(ok, gross exaggeration here...but FEELS like it) it was 80 degrees AND muggy this morning at 6 am which is when I became conscious of the alarm clock.
The store has air conditioning, kinda. Corporate installed this horrible device that is supposed to somehow save money so the air turns off at night and doesn't turn back on until the computer tells it to...usually 8 am. It is so humid and muggy in there in the mornings it smells terribly like a locker room. The Coke coolers and the vet cooler have moisture running down the insides of them because of the drastic difference in temperature inside and outside the coolers.
So I unloaded a truck FULL of shit. Then I sorted totes, then I sorted pallets, then I checked in UPS and Fed Ex, then the stupid Carry On Trailer truck came at 10 minutes til I was supposed to clock out...so I unloaded him, had an issue, had Jason (my buddy) help me out with said issue...and left half an hour late.
Am now exhausted. Having drank sooo much water at work and sweated it all back out...despite supposed air conditioning....I think the energy management system needs to meet with an untimely demise. A sledge hammer to the console might do it.
And of course, I am getting up at 4 am tomorrow to go back to the horrible muggy locker-room smelling place to put away freight and sweat some more....I deal with heat better than cold but this is ridiculous...especially when lots of days my job is go go go go go go go....I never seem to stop moving.
Maybe I just need an IV feeding me Slurpees all day long..or Margaritas...Margaritas would be the better of the two..make the day go by faster!
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Kitty Litter Adenoid Bacon Jerky Lady
I ran into the woman with the gravelly, adenoid voice at the store yesterday. Again.
She's not particularly mean, nasty or smelly. She DOES smell of booze most of the time. But at least she doesn't have the unwashed cat lady odor....well, yet. She is a cat lady. She buys 2-3 40 lb boxes of kitty litter at a time. That's a lot of kitty litter. She's in every week at least once. I'm not sure how many cats this equates to exactly but I'm never really just in a hurry to have a chat with her.
Her voice makes me crazy.
She also can't or doesn't understand that she needs to enunciate her words. It all comes across as one big run-on word in a gravelly, adenoid monotone with a good measure of whining thrown in for further annoyance.
She once had a conversation with me about the tastiness of the bacon jerky the store sells. It went like this...
"Thatbaconjerkyissuhgood. CanIorderitbythecase. Ijuscan'tstopeatingitonceIstart. Ijuscan'tbelievehowgooooditis."
She is also the only person I have ever met who can stomach the disgusting, fatty bacon jerky. Everyone I have ever seen buy the wretched stuff has taken a bite, made the most awful "gross" face imaginable, spit it out, and taken a big drink of some sort of liquid, and has asked to return it. Some have even requested we pull it from the shelf it is so nasty. We always return it.
She rain checked ten bags. She spent $50 on inedible jerky.
It even looks gross. (It's not expired, its just how it is.) It looks like that half-cooked bacon you can buy at the grocery then run it through the microwave for thirty seconds to crisp it up and finish it cooking....yeah...limp, chewy and fatty...really, really gross. I refuse to touch and or taste it. It baffles me that once the people who buy it get a good look at it that they are adventurous enough to put it in their actual mouths.
Here is her other standard line.
"Canyouhelpmeliftthekittylitter. IbroketworibsandIcan'tliftannythingggg."
She broke her ribs two and a half years ago at least. Probably longer. I only know that the store has been open for that exact amount of time and she must be the world's slowest healer. If I ever quit I want to call her out on it. "No, I won't help you, how long does it take you to heal anyway? My dad broke ribs once, never stopped him from doing whatever the hell needed to be done no matter how much it hurt. A bone heals in 6-10 WEEKS lady...the 10 is for possible complications and slow healers. IT DOES NOT TAKE YEARS TO HEAL! Get your own kitty litter."
She's not particularly mean, nasty or smelly. She DOES smell of booze most of the time. But at least she doesn't have the unwashed cat lady odor....well, yet. She is a cat lady. She buys 2-3 40 lb boxes of kitty litter at a time. That's a lot of kitty litter. She's in every week at least once. I'm not sure how many cats this equates to exactly but I'm never really just in a hurry to have a chat with her.
Her voice makes me crazy.
She also can't or doesn't understand that she needs to enunciate her words. It all comes across as one big run-on word in a gravelly, adenoid monotone with a good measure of whining thrown in for further annoyance.
She once had a conversation with me about the tastiness of the bacon jerky the store sells. It went like this...
"Thatbaconjerkyissuhgood. CanIorderitbythecase. Ijuscan'tstopeatingitonceIstart. Ijuscan'tbelievehowgooooditis."
She is also the only person I have ever met who can stomach the disgusting, fatty bacon jerky. Everyone I have ever seen buy the wretched stuff has taken a bite, made the most awful "gross" face imaginable, spit it out, and taken a big drink of some sort of liquid, and has asked to return it. Some have even requested we pull it from the shelf it is so nasty. We always return it.
She rain checked ten bags. She spent $50 on inedible jerky.
It even looks gross. (It's not expired, its just how it is.) It looks like that half-cooked bacon you can buy at the grocery then run it through the microwave for thirty seconds to crisp it up and finish it cooking....yeah...limp, chewy and fatty...really, really gross. I refuse to touch and or taste it. It baffles me that once the people who buy it get a good look at it that they are adventurous enough to put it in their actual mouths.
Here is her other standard line.
"Canyouhelpmeliftthekittylitter. IbroketworibsandIcan'tliftannythingggg."
She broke her ribs two and a half years ago at least. Probably longer. I only know that the store has been open for that exact amount of time and she must be the world's slowest healer. If I ever quit I want to call her out on it. "No, I won't help you, how long does it take you to heal anyway? My dad broke ribs once, never stopped him from doing whatever the hell needed to be done no matter how much it hurt. A bone heals in 6-10 WEEKS lady...the 10 is for possible complications and slow healers. IT DOES NOT TAKE YEARS TO HEAL! Get your own kitty litter."
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