I had planned on attending the Knoxville Anime Con with my son and brother to see Tara Strong. All three of us are huge MLP fans.
When Tara Strong canceled her appearance, like everyone else, I was extremely disappointed. Even more so for my son Dragon than myself. I'd told him we were going and we'd try to have her sign his Twilight Sparkle, and he was beside himself with excitement. ( Dear Princess CelestiaCollapse )
THAT'S the kind of people who are working on MLP;FiM. If anyone ever says they're only in it for the money, that they don't care about the fans, don't believe them.
Day 2: A picture of you and a person you used to be close with
My ex-roommate and best friend, Squeak. There's no big dramatic story about why we don't hang out anymore--we just sort of fell apart when she quit Mid South. It's sad. I still miss her.
30 Day ChallengeDay 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.
1. That's not my natural hair color. :P
2. I've been a Stephen King fan since I was 11 years old.
3. I hate the Twilight series with a burning passion.
4. I dip my pizza in Cucumber Ranch salad dressing.
5. I used to dislike yaoi. Reading one story changed my mind. (thanks, Ruthy!)
6. My favorite animals are ferrets.
7. I'm old enough to remember when MTV played videos.
8. My favorite movie is Gone With the Wind.
9. I spend far too much time playing World of Warcraft.
10. The person I love most in the world is my stepson.
11. I'm scared to death of the day when I no longer have my mother to go to when I need comfort.
12. I most regret not finishing college.
13. When I was a teenager I had a huge crush on Prince.
14. Fanfiction is one of my biggest weaknesses.
15. I was on MTV once.( See the listCollapse )
I've had customers ask me for help at Ye Olde Grocery Store while I was off the clock but still wearing the vest. That's no big deal, how are they to know that I'm clocked out?
Right now, however, I'm off for several weeks due to medical reasons. Yes, I was shopping in the store where I work, but not wearing a vest. I was pushing a cart, actually, more using the cart for a walker due to the pain, and had Dragon with me to lift the heavy items in and out for me.
A lady that shops there quite often stopped me to ask where the stuffing was. I told her aisle two and start to walk on. From behind me I hear, "Excuse me! Can you show me?"
I looked around and said, "Ma'am, I'm off right now, but it's in aisle two, close to the flour, on the bottom two shelves."
"You work here! Can't you show me? I'm in a hurry!"
Dragon turned around and said, "Lady, my Mom's got days off! Are you deaf? She's sick and gonna have operation! Find your own stuff and stop being mean to her!" She turned and walked off in a huff, and I think he scared her. He IS thirteen and big for his age, but he IS special needs and most times just blurts out whatever he's thinking. I just couldn't scold him for it. LOL
When I got to the checkout, I found out she'd complained to a manager about me, who told her the same thing, that I was not working and was in a lot of pain. I don't think she's happy.
Actress Jennifer Garner visited Jackson, Kentucky a few months ago and spoke with Teresa Fugate, one of the victims of the mass murder, and her children.
Customer 1 in the drive-thru at the cigarette store tells Paige "I need a pack of Winston Lights," and hands her a Greendot card. Paige recognizes her as the woman who scammed her before. The first time she was there, she handed Paige her Greendot and Paige gave her a pack of cigarettes (big no no, Paige!), then turned to run the credit card. The card was declined and the woman drove away before Paige could turn back to the window, leaving her card. Apparently she was going to try and scam her again, but it didn't work this time. Yes, the card was declined again. The first card is still in the office.
Customer 2 comes into the grocery store and goes through Ed's line holding a box of Clairol hair dye and says she needs her money back because it's the wrong color. Ed says he'll need to ask Danny, the assistant manager. Danny is on the phone and just says, "Sure sure, you have your reciept?" I'M standing behind the woman at my register and shaking my head like mad because we've never sold hair dye in the three years I've worked there! Of course, Danny pays no attention to me so I had to speak up and say that we've never carried it. The woman nearly starts crying. "But she said she bought it at a grocery store!" Um, not this one, honey.
Customer 3 called the main manager early this morning, claiming that the peanuts she bought had maggots in them. Ooooookay. I've never heard of peanuts in the shell having maggots, and I've been trying to find out if that's possible with no luck. Anyway, she started rambling on about how she couldn't eat anything she'd bought from the store, she went to the doctor (WHY if she didn't eat anything?) and that Von said he'd refund her entire order and she didn't have to bring it back. My manager did it, then later found out that Von hadn't said any such thing. *sigh* Tell me again why I'm not good enough to be a manager.
Slightly unrelated, I despise the new cashier.
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It's a smallish town. I can't say that everyone knows everyone else, but there are a few people that everyone in town knows. Kenny was one of those customers.
He was a 38 year old mentally challenged man, very childlike and naive. His family really didn't show him much care. They allowed him to wander the roads whenever he wanted, used his SSI check every month for themselves, and when he wanted something, he usually had to end up begging for money from the customers in the parking lots of the various stores in town. They would send him on errands, for groceries, for cigarettes, and never once did they give him enough money for what was on the list. He didn't bathe, his clothes were usually dirty, but he was a very friendly person who only wanted someone to talk to him for a few minutes, and perhaps give him some money for his "can of baccer."
Kenny is not the sucky customer in this part of the story. He could be annoying, but I blame his family for treating him as an errand boy instead of a son, and leaving him to mostly fend for himself. Social services were called several times, but nothing was ever done about his neglect.
He came into our grocery store and cigarette store every day, so we got to know him well. Of course, with his childlike mind, it meant that sometimes we had to be stern with him. "Kenny, you can't stand outside the store and ask people for money. The owner told us not to let you. You know that."
"Kenny, stop trying to bring the carts in, you're not allowed to...oh crap." Cue someone running after three or four out of control carts before they crash into someone's vehicle. We were not always successful.
"Kenny, stop! You know you can't get in people's cars without asking! You're scaring that lady, she doesn't know you!"
"Kenny, the owner said you can't just hang out in here, honey. You have to buy something or go home."
"Kenny, stop stuffing paper in the coin returns on the soda machines. That's taking money from other people and it's wrong."
(okay, this was actually pretty slick, lol. The coins wouldn't come out, he'd come and collect them after the people left.)
Sometimes he would try and take customer's groceries out hoping they'd give him a dollar or two, and while we tried to discourage it, we couldn't actually tell him no. The fit a mother threw when Kenny grabbed her grocery cart and started wheeling out the groceries and
her baby is best left to the imagination.
He was a frequent topic of discussion in the store, mainly about how he shouldn't be allowed to wander the roads at night. He hardly ever looked before he crossed the street, and had been hit before. Everyone who knew him said that it was only a matter of time before he got hit again. We said
it, but in our hearts I don't think we actually believed it. After all, we saw him every day, he was a part of our lives.
Last Sunday night Kenny was struck and killed by a state trooper on his way through our town. The investigation is still going on, but it's pretty clear what happened. The trooper wasn't from our town, it was ten o'clock at night, he had no idea that he should watch out for a man crossing the road. Kenny picked the wrong time to cross, probably without looking as usual. He was pronounced dead at the hospital.
Now comes the sucky customer, besides Kenny's family, that is. Most regulars heard all of us telling Kenny "You can't do that, we're not allowed to let you, you need to go on home now, etc." A man who came through my line on the day of Kenny's funeral laughed and said, "I bet you all are relieved. You ain't gotta put up with Kenny anymore."
Relieved? That a man is dead for no reason? That a childlike person who never hurt anyone lost his life? Because he was annoying at times, that means we should be glad he's dead? Sorry, but no. What happened to him was heartbreaking, and we're all missing him. Every time I look out the window, I expect to see him strolling up to the store. No, we're not relieved. Not at all. In fact, fuck you for thinking so little of us and so little of him.
Can anyone explain this one to me?
In one of the mind numbing, boring books, Edward's vampire brother tries to attack Bella when she cuts her finger opening a birthday present. Edward throws her across the room to get her away from him. She lands on a glass table and cuts her arm. Got it?
Here's my question. Edward has been described to us as being faster than The Flash and more graceful than Fred Astaire--sort of a sparkly, bloodsucking Superman. Why is it, then, that the only way he could save her from being attacked is by hurling her into a glass table that cut her arm wide open, an injury that could have caused her to bleed to death. Nevermind that the scent of that much blood awoke the (hahaha) "hunger" in the other vampires in the room? Why didn't he just pick her up and run? He's done it before. What he did is like shooting her to keep someone from slitting her throat.
And yes, if you know anything about me, you know how much I despise Twilight. More than that, it offends me deeply. As someone who knows firsthand about abusive, controlling relationships, I loathe Stephanie Meyer for glorifying that type of relationship.
Millions of little girls are reading and obsessing over this pile of crap. When they get old enough to date, they're going to find a guy that tells them "You're going to do this or I'll leave you, and you're not going to do this or I'll leave you. I'm going to do things that scare you, but it's because I love you so much. I'm going to cut you off from family and friends, but it's because I love you." And instead of seeing this as the abuse it is, they're going to think, "I found my Edward! This is true love!"
Ahhhhh, work is so hard.
The boredom, no customers for 20 minutes.
Sure, bossman, I'm working. I'm keeping the register from flying up and hitting someone in the head.
Joy! Devon loves me, she bought me ice cream!
Mmmmm, delicious free ice cream.
Okay, I guess a lot of you have heard of little Adolf Hitler Campbell
. I'm not going to go into whether or not it is right to remove him and his sister from their home.
No, I thought that the little boy looked familiar for some reason, and I just realized why. How many of you remember The Omen
? Not the remake, the original 1976 version.
The expression, the smile, the eyes...they could be brothers.