I hate retail part II
I came back from my break on Thursday to find my Jungle Book display, which took me over 45 minutes to put together, ugh, on the floor in four or five pieces, being stood upon by a snotty little four year old boy. His brother, meanwhile, was removing all of the header cards from the classical section. There were shredded pieces of a sign all over the floor, not to mention DVD’s.
Goodbye, sanity.
The mother was checking out, and the grandmother was watching the kids decimate my department. The worst part was, I ran over to my ruined display, and the grandmother was holding one of the pieces possessively. She had the GALL to ask me, “Can we have this display?”
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????
I could barely contain my absolute disgust and rage at this point. I was certainly NOT nice to her.
I told her, “NO! You CAN’T have that display! The movie hasn’t even come out yet, and you let the kids destroy it!!! Do you have any idea how long it took me to put that thing together???”
I HATE PEOPLE!!!!!!! !@#$$^^%%&$^#%$#
I don’t understand how someone could let their child come into a retail environment and destroy everything they come into contact with. It shows a complete lack of respect and decency. It shows how shitty a parent she is. That she would even let them TOUCH a display that DOESN’T BELONG TO THEM shows how little brains this woman has and how incompetent she is as a parent.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. Retail is the ABSOLUTE BEST parenting school. My daughter will NEVER walk into a store and be allowed to run amuck. She will never be a source of stress to any employee of any store if I have something to say about it. She will be polite and respectful. She will NEVER use the phrase, “It’s your job to clean up after me.” (Yes, I have heard that before. MANY times) It might be my “job” to pick up after people, but it’s your “job” to be a HUMAN BEING.
Ugh.
I hate retail.
I do feel better now though. Yay blogging.
I guess they have nothing better to do. It’s not like people are dying or anything…r,
I can’t believe that the senate is making me trump my post about Jillian for this. I am stunned by the enormous amount of TIME SUCKAGE that went into the “vote” to condemn MoveOn. It REALLY REALLY burns me that the senators can’t seem to pass a bill to get our troops home, or even extend their leave or lessen their deployments, but they can get their fucking act together and pass this ridiculous ball of fluff. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???????? Thankfully, Obama didn’t even vote on the measure. Hillary and scores of other democrats voted no. BUT….Some dems voted YES! DEMOCRATS voted to “condemn” MoveOn. Do you not know who your constituents are? This was not about MoveOn, this was about the dems not having the backbone to stand up to a military leader that is clearly Bush’s lap dog. I’m all about supporting the troops, but don’t fudge progress in a dismal failure of a war just to make the president look better.
Ugh.
I know, I know…but she’s SO HOT!
I know everyone is sick and tired of me using my blog to shout to the world about my female loves. Well, I’m sorry, but an old love is BACK with a bullet. Now, I watched season 2 of The Biggest Loser and I was bitter. Jillian, my beautiful, almost too ripped personal trainer infatuation was GONE. GOOOONEEE!! ACK! I watched anyway. The blonde one does nothing for me, and ya know what… people might pick on Jillian and call her a bitch for her training style, but I think it’s hot. And it gets the job done.
Anyway, SHE IS BACK! Season 3 found Miss Michaels riding up on her black motorcycle (uhhhhhhhh) and saving the day by adopting the “black team” and whipping them into shape in the desert. I AM SO HAPPY THAT SHE IS BACK! WHOO!
Not only that, but seeing her again inspired me to throw on the defunct “Biggest Winner” DVD that I bought when I was pregnant. It is a realllllly hard workout. The first time I put it in, not even Jillian’s presence could keep me going. Well, this time, I finished the whole thing. And I felt GREAT the whole day.
I gotta say, and I mean this…I will do whatever she asks of me. That is the true power of Jillian. That is part of why she wins every time. She is so hot that not even women can say no to her. She is the secret weapon. Now I will try to use her (heh heh) to lose all this freakin’ baby weight. It’s just an added bonus that I am ferociously attracted to the method I’m using. I mean, seriously…LOOK AT THIS!
A Fine Frenzy
Alison Sudol (aka A Fine Frenzy) is only 22 years old. It’s so hard to believe that someone so young could make such a beautiful, rich, soulful album. The arrangements, vocals and instrumentation are just so lovely. The lyrics are simple in the best meaning of the word, and meaningful. Sometimes I wonder how I can listen to Broken one minute, thrashing and angry, and this CD the next. It really is just so pretty. I am a sucker for well-placed violins, cello and piano. This CD has all of them and then some. Plus, Alison is exquisitely gorgeous, not that it really matters. I would just LOVE to see her live. Here are the lyrics to my favorite song:
you picked me
one two three,
counting out the signs we see
the tall buildings
fading in the distance
only dots on a map
four five six
the two of us a perfect fit
you’re all mine all mine
and all I can say
is you blow me away
like an apple on a tree
hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
but you picked me
like a shell upon a beach
just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
but you picked me,
yeah you picked me
so softly,
rain against the windows
and the strong coffee
warming up my fingers
in this fisherman’s house
you got me,
searched the sand
and climbed the tree
and brought me back down
and all I can say
is you blow me away
like an apple on a tree
hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
but you picked me
like a shell upon a beach
just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
but you picked me, yeah you picked me
Clive Owen. Baby. Guns.
Weird combo, but it worked beautifully. We just got back from seeing Shoot ‘Em Up. Great movie. Light hearted, funny, hyper-violent, sexy. Clive Owen, as anyone who reads this (if there is anyone) knows, is my penultimate hot dude. This film just moved that little diversion along to the next level. ONLY Clive could have pulled this movie off. No one else could have brough together the humor, gruff masculinity, humanity and intelligence needed to take Mr. Smith from being just another guy in an action movie to an entirely likeable guy.
And alright, I’ll admit it. He was me in an alternate dimension. I am just a *tad* anal retentive. I hate it when people drive like assholes, chew their food loudly, smack their kids in public, etc, etc, etc. Watching Shoot Em Up was like getting to live out my fantasies of having it out with every S.O.B. that is inconsiderate of other people. Ahhhhhh, it was GREAT. Cathartic AND unbelievably HOT.
I love Clive.
