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Everybody Loves Charlie

Or not (I’m looking at you Joel). Some of you might have noticed in the picture of my desk a frog hanging out on the right side of my desk. You may be wondering why there was a baby toy guarding my monitor (an old beast of a thing to be sure). Well that’s a long and complicated, but funny, story…

Meet Charlie

Back in 2007 somebody had the bright idea to make a Hillary Clinton plush doll.

That is one doll I wouldn't let anywhere near my children.

Unfortunately, I was donated one for a yard sale I was having as a fundraiser back then. To nobody’s surprise it didn’t sell, so I was doomed to have a Hillary Clinton plush haunting my garage for months. Then I thought I’d spread the horror around, why should I be the only one to suffer looking at such an atrocity? I knew one such friend at work that would both cringe and get a good chuckle out the doll so I took it into work and stuck it in my co-worker’s mailbox. The next day I noticed it missing from the mailbox and asked the co-worker how he had liked it. To my surprise he had no idea what I was talking about. Someone had taken my ugly doll! Why in the world would someone want a doll as ugly as this one? In my office we have several items that are passed around as either jokes or picker-uppers during a hard day. Someone mistakenly thought my doll was such an item and promptly passed it on to someone they thought would enjoy a good laugh. I didn’t have a problem with that, in fact I thought it was a pretty good idea to donate the ugly thing to the system, but I did want my friend to be able to see it. So, I began my quest to hunt down my ugly doll. Apparently in the day it’d been missing it had been passed around quite a lot, seems nobody wanted to have the thing up at their desk for an extended period of time. My quest led me up to Web Marketing and I asked if anyone had seen my ugly doll recently. They hadn’t but one of them had an ugly doll I could use as a replacement. Rolling his chair over to an abandoned desk, he opened up a dusty drawer and withdrew a green, fluffy, and way cute plush frog. It was love at first sight.

Who could say a face like that was ugly?

After fighting my way through misty jungles and rabid IT personnel I did eventually find the original ugly doll and return it to my intended victim. After being able to witness his distinct aversion to the doll I passed it along to the next poor sap and haven’t seen it since. It’s probably still out there somewhere, but I believe it has left the office to bring terror and disgust to other unsuspecting innocents. So having lost an ugly doll (yay!) I gained a new desk buddy: Charlie the Frog. Not only does he look cute, he actually is functional and helps with work productivity.

Charlie showing off his flexibility

Once bent and folded into the above position he makes an excellent desk pillow.

ZZZZzzzzz.....

Combined with a blanket and noise cancelling headphones this is the ideal setting for a ten minute recharge in the afternoon (trust me, a Drop of Beauty from the Heart needs her afternoon siesta).

Yes, that is Pinky Pie on my background…*brohoof*
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Where is she???

I’m not dead, yet. Today I had a special treat. My only Aunt that lives around me feel and broke both her arms and cracked a rib last week (no, that is not the treat). So one of my other Aunts came from out-of-state to take care of her while she recovers for a week so we went down to go visit with her today. Also two of my cousins came over to visit as well, one of which brought her cute baby boy along. We had a good time playing cards and talking but it was also kind of sad in a way. My hurt Aunt and her family aren’t believers so it’s always a little saddening for me to visit with them and know we won’t talk about important things or do anything that really matters. Most sad of all is the fact that if they aren’t soon saved they could very well be going hell forever. I don’t want that, neither do I want them cursing my name for eternity because I was a bad witness to them or not one at all.

In store news a began training a new employee who will be doing my job during the weekdays. She’s a little black lady with a big smile and a good attitude who knows how to work hard and keep busy. I hope she stays here, we definitely need the help.

Don’t fear the reaper but…

But oh baby, you had best to be fearing the creeper!

What is it with me and my luck? First it was that flirty old guy now it’s a genuine creeper (my manager told me he’s been convicted and everything)! I don’t think I’m flirtatious, I mean I try to be friendly and smiley to everyone, it’s part of my job for goodness sake! I don’t act like a slut, I don’t dress suggestively, I hardly ever wear jewellery or even make up for that matter.  So anyways what’s up with this rant you ask? Well there’s this older guy about ten years older than my dad who comes in frequently. He came in when I first started my shift and we got to talking (why do all the creepy ones buy huge arm loads of groceries?). I went over the basics and somehow we got on the subject that he was gonna go play pool that evening and he asked if I played. The last time I played pool was over at my Grandpa’s house; he lives about four states away from me and the last I saw him was over Thanksgiving. Guy asks what I was planning after work, I said sleeping. And people, when I say sleeping, I MEAN SLEEPING! I enjoy sleeping, alone, all night long, by myself. Sleeping. He didn’t believe me apparently but I found that out later.  One thing I noticed about him was his gaze, there was something about it that kept your eyes focused on him but I didn’t realise what it was until another co-worker pointed it out: HE HAD YELLOW EYES!!! Shows how observant I am, sheesh. He asked if I was interested in learning, I said no. I thought that was clear enough…

Later on in the night the man came back, I was still manning the register. He bought one item then proceeded to tell me he had decided to go gambling instead of playing pool (I’m against gambling) and laid down a piece of paper with his name, number, and the words “Call me” on it and explained that he’d be willing to teach me pool. Feller, I may be dumb and unobservant, but I ain’t that stupid. I made it clear in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t interested, I had no time to play pool with only having one day off between two jobs, and I most certainly did NOT want that piece of paper…all while being a nice grocery lady *insert halo* and backing away not so slowly. I don’t know what he did with the paper but it wasn’t there when I came back later. I told my co-worker, who in turn told my manager, (she’s a sweet old lady with a great heart and good sense of humor 🙂 who in turn warned me that they’d had problems with that guy in the past and he was in fact a genuine creeper and to avoid him the best I could in the future. That part I was already planning to do.

So, as of now, I’m no longer going to be nice grocery lady to old single men (old herein meaning anyone over 35, that’s the age my co-worker gave me ;), I’m not gonna talk to them, I ain’t gonna be overly friendly, and I’m gonna get their groceries scanned faster than they’ve ever seen before. *Sigh* it’s enough to make me wanna look for a different job, but there’s sure be creepy guys, and gals for that matter (I’ve yet to run into one), pretty much everywhere.

Ah, that felt good to get out of my system. Goodnight y’all.

Chuck Norris was a Fake

Otherwise titled The End of Innocence.

Wednesday afternoon I got a haircut and style at a little hole in the wall called Jekyll and Hyde Transformation Salon in the downtown Dallas area. It was a really cute place, decorated with huge mirrors and multicolored walls and paintings in a tasteful manner.  Two ladies greeted me and my fam (my little bro was going to get a haircut as well) and sat me down to get my hair shampooed. The lady washing my hair was a sweet gal, fresh out of beautician school, so we got to talking about what she did before that. Turns out she had been the personal assistant to Chuck Norris’ STUNT DOUBLE for about six years. I never watched the show but I do know several Chuck Norris fans. I wonder if they know he had a stunt double, hmmm. After a nice shampoo and head massage the owner sat me down and styled my hair not too differently than I had before but now if I pull up my hair into a ponytail just enough hangs down the sides that I look Asian. Not necessarily a bad thing, I kinda liked it and got a few compliments on the cuteness of the look. My mom thought otherwise, lol.

My Desk =D

The Beginning of Inspiration

Here’s my desk at work, poor thing is in need of some serious cleaning =]

One Too Many Winks

Those of you who work in a job where you’re constantly dealing with people know there are a few cardinal rules you have to follow: keep good eye contact, smile, be pleasant and courteous no matter what kind of day you might be having, etc… I broke one of those rules the other day because I came across one of the cardinal exceptions: the flirt.

There are those people who will wink at you naturally in reply or in good humor, nothing wrong with that. This guy was different. I was smiling and was in a pretty good mood that day when he came up to my counter. He winked, I scanned, made eye contact, another wink. Something was up. He had a pretty big load of groceries so it was taking a while to get it all scanned and bagged (I bag them myself in paper bags. Paper bags are harder to fill in my personal opinion than plastic ones). Every time we made eye contact this man winked at me and he had to be at least ten years older than me. That was it: no more nice grocery lady. My smile wilted, my eyes became less sparkly (yes, I can turn that off and on on cue, oh yeah…ok maybe not), and I did my level best not to make eye contact with the man. I finished his order and handed him his bags faster than you could say “cold shower.” Only problem was it took a while for the peppy to come back, sadness. But that’s a sacrifice I was willing to make.

Work?

Work. Yep, its work but of a different kind than I’ve previously described. This one actually has a desk and does not require me to run my legs off eight hours a day. Instead I’m stuck in a chair eight hours a day. I’m sure they each counteract the pros and cons of each other somehow. Besides that there are several other differences between my two jobs. One is a grocery store clerk while the other is a volunteering job, one pays in cash while the other pays in souls, one is with people who I don’t really know, the other is with those who have become my surrogate family and close friends. One has my income while the other has my heart. I’ll explain more at a later date.

Resolutions Resolved

I just thought that’d be cool title honestly =]

Well it’s that time of year again. Time to make “resolutions” that you keep for a max of three weeks, maybe a month, anyways. Afterwards you end up feeling like a failure and eventually forget about having made said “resolutions” until the next years comes around and the whole thing starts all over again. I wised up when I was younger and only made one “resolution” for many years that I was in fact able to keep. Every year on October 31st my church had a harvest festival complete with bucket loads of candy…I love candy. My resolution? Only eat one piece of candy on Oct. 31st. Made it every year until I was too big to participate anymore =D

Just what is a resolution anyways? According to dictionary.com it is a resolve or determination: to make a firm resolution to do something. Which we do, mostly, but why doesn’t it ever last?  A lack of self control? Life and reality getting in the way? Not enough time? Why do we make resolutions? To make a change we see that we are either lacking or have too much of in our lives. For some it’s weight loss, others exercise, spending more time with God, spending less money, etc…

You’d think we’d wise up, we aren’t going to change overnight just because we made a “resolution.” If I want to change myself I’ll have to make monthly goals and plan out how I’m going to do it. Maybe even have accountability partners.

So, my goal for this year is to make at least one post a week. Anyone who reads this is partly responsible to keep me accountable…unless you decide you don’t want me to post, lol. So, I ask that you guys stand by me this year and give me good feedback and advice =]

Blessings on all of y’all =D

On a scale from one to Spongebob…

You are a three. Teenage girls; loud, laugh-at-everything, teenage girls said this at my store the other night. I didn’t know there was a number Spongebob. And would the better end be Spongebob or one? Probably one.

Life has been busy in and out of the store. Oh! A costumer brought in his three week old baby boy the other night, he was so cute!!! He was so tiny and had a head full of blond baby hair, so sweet! I love little infants like that!

In store news we’ve got two new crew members helping us at night. The bad news is we’re losing one of our two cooks =[ And we’re also looking for people to work weekday nights since most of our workers are in school and need to get their homework done.  But other than that things are going pretty well. Our DM has started keeping a record of the stores in his area and so far we’ve always been in one of the top positions in almost all of our categories!

And now for a P.S.A.: If you are in a store/restaurant/office/building of any sort and you find yourself faced with a roadblock/caution-tape/a yellow wet floor cone, high chair, and a trash can blocking your way; for Heaven’s sake, and the sake of the emotional and mental well being of the employees in the area, do NOT push, pull, step over, or finagle your way around the blocked off area just so you can take a seat. The benches/tables/chairs in the NON-BLOCKED OFF area are just as good and, I promise, you will fit, they will hold your weight, and the table will not miraculously drop your food onto the floor. The employees will be thanking you in their heads and hearts and are far less likely to spit in your drink than if you do step over the barricade…(no, I’ve never spat in anyone’s drinks or food, I don’t even work the food side). But I do work the side that can’ t go home to sleep until the place is spotless. If I’ve blocked off your favorite chair/table it’s because I’ve already cleaned it for the night and I don’t have the time to go back and clean it again just because you want that particular window. There are some exceptions to this rule and if you see me working and ask or explain the situation I will most likely let you sit where you want. But just because the costumer is always right doesn’ t mean you have the right to do whatever you like because you want to. Please respect the hard work we put into giving you a clean, healthy, and fun atmosphere where you can enjoy good food and ice cream with friends and family. Realize that while we are there to serve you, indeed paid to do so, we are people too with souls and feelings. Be considerate.

Oh dear, that’s been pent up for a while…

One other thing before I sign off for the night. At my store we have two kinds of ice scoops. Tiny ones for the soda machines and gigantic ones for the ice maker in the back. On occasion when I’m taking the ice out to the machines and I see the two scoops side by side I think, “That ain’t an ice scoop. This is an ice scoop!”

Well, off to bed, Happy and Blessed New Year everybody!

Slaying the Ice Dragon!!!

Last night at work I was scooping ice out of our giant ice maker (its HUGE) and breaking up the ice chunks when a thought suddenly popped into my head, “I’m slaying the ice dragon.” Huh, the ice dragon, I like it. For some odd reason those chunks of ice bug me. They block up the machine and keep the new ice from falling so whenever I’m back there I like to break them apart so the fresher ones can fall. But then I thought, “I can’t really call it the ice dragon. That’s more of an entity than a name. ‘Hi! This is my friend Ice Dragon.’ That doesn’t really work. Hmmm.” So I was thinking Trumpkin the Ice Dragon but that’s the one dwarf from Chronicles of Narnia. Anyone out there have any suggestions?