AWKWARD ZOMBIE

i found a blog several years ago run by a woman who was an emt but was previously a dom at a club and she told some wild stories from both places. My favourite EMT story of hers was a call to get a guy who was tripping hard on drugs and kept telling them he had bugs in his skin, then proceeded to open his asshole for her to look down to see the bugs. of course she had really unfunny ones too, but those aren't fun.

it really does take a special person to work with people who have a possibility of dying. i'm not sure if i could. i might SAY i could, because i am able to shut down all my emotions in a time of crisis and focus on getting shit done and making something work, including crises that involve injury and death, but i think later i would have war flashbacks or something because that's just how my brain punishes me for living. i haven't seen anything awful concerning people - but being with a shelter you see some shit regarding animals that most people can't handle. and every now and then it creeps back on me and i can't stop thinking about it.



anyway. my story about the bitchiest customer i've ever seen in my life kinda pales by this discussion lol

I am pretty sure I took a prostitute's order at Taco Bell the other day.

I mean I don't want to assume based on appearances, but you know how sometimes you see someone and just kind of know something about them? Yeah, this lady was dressed like a prostitute.

I hope you guys like bugs.



Found an eastern Hercules beetle at work. Someone there for a meeting wanted to keep it and take it to his wife, an entomologist.

That's a nice Hercules Beetle! I suppose I could part with 12,000 Bells for it, if that sounds okay with you?
Sorry I had to ;w;


Today I went to SeaWorld to clear out for realsies. I didn't give them my paper of resignation, although I did end my season online, I still had to give the paper and turn in my badge. It was a really easy process, thankfully. Just give them the badge and paper and leave. I didn't even have a uniform they had to deal with since I was a performer, which was nice. (They had quite a big pile of uniforms behind them.)

The lady at the desk also recognized my name, oddly enough. She looked sad and asked "Oh, no, why did you quit before? I've heard of you! They really liked you!" And I explained that my season just ended at an odd time, because I took an extension. She seemed relieved and hoped to see me at the auditions for the fall season, which are next week.

I was so pop flyin' that she heard of me though! It's weird, but at least there were good things being said! I basically have a confirmed job for the rest of this year, too! They said I could work as a Sesame Street character during the days, and then in October at night, I could be a scary person for the haunted houses! Yesss!

Angelic are you even capable of being terrifying?

Just kidding, congrats!

Oh gosh that's awesome

I wish we got cool giant beetles here, I wanna hold one. :'[

Anyways work was certainly... a thing today

Came in, started to head upstairs to get my stuff out of my locker, saw the girl I was working with today and had a talk with her. Aaaaapparently I was in trouble because when I'd taken the fish counter off last thursday, I'd forgotten to put the trays back in the fridge, meaning the fish had been out on the department all night. So that was a great thing to start my shift with

When it was time for me to start I went down to the department and apparently there'd been a fire alarm thing so everyone was like an hour and a half behind schedule. Things got a little better soon enough though since my old manager was finally back on the department (he's been off for the past several months due to an operation he's had to have), so it was nice to have that bit of familiarity back. He did bring up the fish thing, but he's worked with me long enough to know I normally do everything properly and to the best of my ability, and understood it was just a one-off mistake and wouldn't happen again. I'd worried that I'd caused them to have to waste a ton of fish, but it turned out it was only the stuff that didn't have ice on that had to be wasted, so... nowhere near as much as I thought, which was a huge friggin' relief.

A little later, one of the other managers comes over and tells us we need to take everything off the front counter on the meat department and also everything off the fish shelves because there was a gas leak. Most of the fridges are gas powered, so that of course meant they weren’t working properly and we had to get everything off ASAP before it got too warm.

So, for most of the day, there was no fish (except on the fish counter because that used a different kind of power or something?), no dairy products, no salad bar, no deli counter etc. The fridges didn’t start working again until about 6 hours later, at which point we had to take all the products we’d taken off the fish shelves and put them back out (the meat shelves were fine, it was just the front counter that was affected for us). I guess on the upside it meant I didn’t have to take the front counter trays off and had more time to do other things. :B Overall, a bit of a weird day.

So I'm thinking about never going back to work again.

I was cashiering a car full of typical white girls today, they gave me their card to pay for their order, I swiped it, and put their receipt and card on a clipboard so they could sign the receipt. All of a sudden they started screaming their FUCKING HEADS OFF. I turned around and there's this bumblebee flying around the car. It started to fly towards my window, so I swatted it with my clipboard and it went sailing right into the girls' car. They screamed even louder. I bodaciously panicked and dropped the clipboard in the drive-thru, closed the window and had to have someone else finish the order because I was so stressed out.

That sounds incredibly hilarious, but cripplingly embarrassing.

I'll probably laugh about it someday, but for now I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.

It is the perfect sitcom moment. Group of teenage girls in an enclosed space is freaking out over a bee, accidentally smack the bee into their enclosed space.

It was an accident, and it IS quite funny.

That put the biggest smile on my face. Congrats on that.

people sure do get mad at my retail job over things i cant control

and every time i just want to

So a new corporate policy goes into effect tomorrow (luckily i have the next two days off, though, so I don't have to deal with too much of it). Instead of just having to ID for every alcohol transaction and for tobacco transactions where the customer looks under 30, we now have to ID for ALL ALCOHOL and ALL TOBACCO transactions.
This will piss off:
- The 26 year old ladies who look 50 and bitch about being ID'd all the time
- All men above the age of 25

This will please:
- Corporate, who has to deal with fines for underage tobacco sales by clerks who don't give a shit
- All women above the age of 30 who get all flustered when you ID them

All in all, I predict thrown cigarette packs, lots of swearing, and quite a few lost sales in the next couple weeks.

The restaurant I worked at had that sort of policy too. They were less anal about it, though, so I could simultaneously say "yeah, I know, policy sucks" if someone got annoyed but could also go "Okay, this guy looks older than my dad. I think he's good."

On related notes, "worked" is the correct verb tense because I'm officially out of the food business (for now) and trying out the (hopefully) wonderful world of countertop building. I really didn't ever expect to be doing something like this but hopefully it's interesting and lucrative enough to stay with for a while.

Good news is the crew seems like a really good group of guys. Had a bit of a shitty first day when my car refused to start this morning - necessitating a jump from a roommate - and again when I tried to get lunch, at which point the guy I was working under goes "Well we've got materials for PB&J and a bag of chips in the cabinet if that's alright". He also took a look under the hood after work, so pretty swell fellow. I should probably buy him lunch or something.

It's nice working with someone who knows when you need a break.