Saturday, January 28, 2012

What Happened to Polite?

Lately everything and everyone has been getting on my nerves; most of this is my own fault, I believe (I should learn to deal and ignore better).  However, it does seem some certain common courtesies have been lost with my peers:

1.  I got a text message last night, at one in the morning.  I was exhausted from the week of school, so I was out (asleep) at midnight.  I woke up with my phone in my hand, realizing I tried to half read the text while asleep.  The message was about a church committee meeting the committee chair told me I needed to go to, in less than 12 hours from when he sent the text.  First time I found out about the meeting.  Hmmm.

2.  My roommate and her boyfriend regularly stay at our apartment until 2-3 in the morning, in her bedroom.  I wonder if her parents taught her anything at all about the general standards within the Church?  Sometimes I just really want to go drop a For the Strength of Youth pamphlet on her bed or something.  I don't think she has ever been taught what you should and should not do while dating.

3.  Another roommate decided to make breakfast at a ridiculous hour this morning.  This by itself is fine, but is it really necessary to talk loudly while banging pots and pans around and laughing hysterically?  I think not.  The same applies to 3 in the morning.  If you decide to make pancakes and have a party with the neighbors in the middle of the night, please do so quietly.

4.  Yeah I don't have anymore.

Just needed to vent.  Where are these people's mothers?!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Second-Hand Celebrities

You may or may not have heard about the recent "Logan River Rescue."  A car spun off in Logan Canyon into the Logan River a couple weeks ago.  Immediately multiple cars pulled over, passengers jumped out, and they flipped the car right side up and rescued the 4 inside the car.  Everyone survived.

Ellen Degeneres invited all the rescuers, as well as those rescued, onto her show.  Here's the clip:



The man sitting on the top row, 2nd from the right, in the blue shirt, is in my singles ward.

I walked up THE HILL this morning right next to him.  We're not good enough friends that we hang out, just have said hi to each other a couple times in church.

This means I have practically met a real-life celebrity.  Second-hand.  He met Ellen, and I met him.

Good enough.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Figuring Out My Story

Do any of you remember those books called "Choose Your Own Adventure?"  Where you read a few pages, and then when it comes to a key decision, as the reader you get to choose where the story will go.  If you don't like where it's going, you can always back up and see where the other choices would have taken you.  And you can always change your choice.

Wouldn't that be nice in real life?

I have no idea what to do with my life after I graduate in - yikes - less than 3 1/2 months.

Grad school?  MBA?  Master's of Education?  Plain teaching certificate?  Study for all the actuarial exams over the next year?  Or just job search?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I can't make any decisions; it's all stressing me out!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Friday the 13th

My Friday the 13th was fabulous.

I got my promotion at work!  Hello future career! ;)

So I'm kidding about the career part, but it is way nice to finally get the raise I've been working for, however small it may be.

Speaking of work, out of all the crazy customer stories I've posted on here, I've never lost control while at work.  And I never realized that that was not generally normal.

I've covered for cashiers, service desk people, and fellow supervisors when they've lost it and had to go hide in a back office while they either cooled off or cried.

So I figure it was inevitable that after a year and a half of working at this place I would eventually have to have my moment too.

I had a line of customers, and a raging customer walked up in front of everyone, announced, "I am NOT standing in line for something as terrible as this!" and proceeded to slam her Lunchable down on the counter.

A Lunchable.

She screamed, "I'm trying to feed my child and this *(&(#@ you're selling to me is slimy and gross!  I'm getting a new one!"

I said, "Oh, I'm sorry about that; that's completely fine.  Feel free to go grab another one and I can take care of that for you."

"Do I have to come back here?"

I answered, "Yes, I have to give you a receipt and document it, but it won't take more than a couple seconds."

She huffed and puffed and ran off.  I helped a few customers, and while I was with another customer she repeated her earlier ritual:  run in front of everyone and slam her Lunchable on the counter.  She stared and glared and huffed and puffed at me.  I smiled and said I would be with her in just one moment.

After I finished with the current customer, I rang everything up and gave her the paper to sign.  I asked what day she had purchased the food so I could write it down, and she screamed, "I just barely bought it! My child is hungry and crying in the car because of the #@($* you guys sell here!"

Feel free to add any other profanities; they were probably said.  I asked her to calm down and told her I was trying to help her.  She took her food and ran out of the store.  Luckily there was no line at the service desk right then; the other ladies had finished helping everyone.

I turned to my coworker while I was finishing the paperwork I had to fill out for the defective food, and calmly said, "You know, I am getting kind of tired of people yelling at me."  And then I lost it.

I stopped crying within 2 minutes, but it's funny what goes through your mind when that's happening.  As I stood behind the wall where no one could see me, all sorts of things were going through my head:

This is not worth it;  quit your job, you can find something else.


I am so tired of all this.  I am done.


Then I quickly came back to reality and remembered that while this was definitely not the first time I had been yelled at, it was the first time I had cried, ever, at work.  And that means I can keep going.

I'm also going to try to keep this in mind in the future; I pray that I never let my emotions or frustrations get the better of me and cause me to think it's ok to treat others like I get treated every day at work.  I pray I never yell at someone over a Lunchable.  It's ok to feed your kids while you're in the store, as long as you can pay for the item at the register.  Really.

Side note:  Just don't give them bananas - those have to be weighed (you'd be surprised how many people tell me to ring them up for one banana, that they ate one while they were shopping).

After work I got to see my awesome boyfriend and get all sorts of caught up on school work.

So even though I had that incident, it was still a fabulous Friday the 13th.  Did anyone else have any experiences that day they'd like to share?  :)

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

College Dream Fulfilled

Yes, that's right, people, I am now a TRUE AGGIE.

The tradition here at USU is that on a full moon, at the stroke of midnight, you can become a True Aggie if you are kissed by one who is already a True Aggie, standing on top of the "A" next to Old Main Hill.

So the night of the first day of my last semester I went out and became a True Aggie.

I have proof, but it is rather graphic and may cause viewers to hurl.

So just trust me on this one.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

On Why We Shouldn't Worry What Others Think

Well, to a point at least.  I think a little bit of caring what others think of us is healthy.

Back to the original story:

I was at work two days ago (been there all week, actually).   Immediately upon my arrival at 11 AM, I was informed that one of my co-supervisors had just had a shouting match in a back locked room with a cashier (both against policy - yelling should never occur in that sort of a situation, and no cashier is ever allowed in the cash office; this can result in a coaching and/or losing your job).  I was informed so that I could help keep the two separated and understand where the tension was coming from.

This co-supervisor, Jenna we'll call her, is not well-known for being kind.  She has a quick tongue, and a power problem.  She is quick to tell cashiers what to do, slow to work hard, and quick to correct any and every one.  Luckily, while I tend to be swimming in the middle of the drama, I am generally neither the cause nor the spread-er of drama and/or gossip.  At least I try to keep out of all of it.  So while Jenna was upset at the cashier, she was not angry at me or any other co-supervisors or cashiers, and wanted to tell us all the story.

Yay.

The real point of this story is to say that an hour or so into my shift, I walked past the service desk into the cash office to put some lost item in a locked area.  I passed Jenna on my way in.  After leaving, a cashier at the service desk wanted to inform me that she had just 'defended' me.  I looked quizzically at her, and the other woman there confirmed, "Yes, she just stood up for you, I was here."

Okay.......

I told her thank you, and decided not to ask what it was about.  I assumed it was Jenna saying unkind things about me.  When my co-supervisor Candace came back from her lunch hour, I asked her about it, asking if she knew if Jenna had a problem with me I didn't know of.  I didn't want to cause any problems, but was scared to have Jenna mad at me, because Jenna usually gets her way; that can be bad for me if things were to ever go to management.  A few hours later Candace told me she had decided to just go ask the service desk gals what had happened, and they told her.

It was nothing more than an over-exaggerated case of old women needing something to talk about.  Jenna had never said anything ruder than normal (for her) about me, and I was able to brush it off once I found out there were no hard feelings going on.

And I wasted most of my shift worrying that Jenna might think less of me!

So this is why we shouldn't worry about petty little girl problems like this.

The end.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Serious Dilemma

Have you ever experienced the feeling when you go to leave for the day, not being able to remember if you already put deodorant on?  What do you do?

If you end up putting deodorant on twice, you risk having wayyyyy too much deodorant, having little nasty white stuff on your clothes, and perhaps smelling toooo nice and fragrant.

If you choose not to put on deodorant at this time, you run the risk of not having deodorant on at all.  Then you'd be stinky.

I personally think I will choose to have it on twice.  Nice and fragrant over stinky.

Am I the only one who occasionally has this problem?

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Sunday, January 1, 2012

A New Year

Sorry I've been a bit MIA the last few weeks.  I just didn't have much to write about, I guess, and didn't feel like typing just to type.

I went to the Dominican Republic last week for Christmas, and had a blast!  I'll post pictures soon, if not today.

Looking back at my goals that I typed out last year, I had 28.  Of those, I accomplished 10.  Not very impressive,  but it is what it is.  Some goals are going back up for this year, such as finishing my Spanish Book of Mormon, and getting my last semester on the honor roll.

I'd like to figure out what to do with my life this year.  I really have no idea what to do after the first week of May.  Who knows?  Hopefully someone will soon.

Here's to the next 366 days...yeah we get one extra day this year!  What will you do with the time?