Tag: Diarium

Yeah, nothing else to report, other than I don’t really wanna go back in there.

Feeling mildly depressed, but not really over much of anything.

Found the music to go along with it; a Pandora station based off of Silverchair’s “Tomorrow”.

Been kinda busy enough at work.

I dunno. Not a lot to say, right now.

A few thoughts that popped while driving to work:

I hate being such an asshole at times.

Whatever happened to pride-swallowing agree to disagree?

How can someone be so in love with someone as to sacrifice some of their own happiness?

I don’t know. Those are the thoughts. Meanwhile, I got interrupted in writing those down to help some guy in the lot figure out where his washer fluid went. Guess there’s my good deed for the day. Dear karma, take notice, and tell me I can go home.

I need to find a way out of this odd depressive funk I’ve landed myself into.

I dunno.

I feel trapped. I’m stuck where I’m at here at work. I’m really not liking it a whole lot in lawn and garden. There’s not enough freight to run. There’s too many instances of having to play both the cashier and the door host. I hate it. But I can’t promote. Sure, I could. But if I did, Ashlee and I would fall out of sync on days off, again. I’d love for her to come day side, but again, days off would fall out of sync. So I’m trapped. I hate this.

“Research suggests that chronic loneliness carries a health risk equivalent to smoking 15 cigarettes a day and is more dangerous than obesity”

Fuck. Guess I’m actually a two- to three- pack a day smoker.

People do not seem to understand how the Internet and search engines work; they also seem to have forgotten the concept of catalogs. On a near daily basis I’m faced with a customer with either their phone in hand or at the ready with a Google result for an item listed on *******.com, expecting us to have it in stock and on the sales floor. Earlier today, a couple of guys came in looking to get a push mower listed at the top of their Google results for $128. The one guy asked me what was up with Google showing that we had a cheap mower, yet none of the mowers we had on the shelf were under $300. I couldn’t take not being halfway smart anymore, and explained that when using Google or any search engine, it may pull results that aren’t necessarily in the store, and may only be available online; I then followed it up by saying, “Remember the Sears catalog? Just because it’s in the catalog doesn’t necessarily mean it’s in the store.” He said he understood that, but wanted an explanation of the pricing. I then explained that sometimes the company offers separate sale prices for items purchased on the site, and ships them directly to the customer address. I should’ve, but didn’t go further; I feel I should’ve told him that, like Amazon, not all listings are sold or fulfilled by the company, but by a third party seller, like Joe’s Refurb Mowers. I get the feeling though that the guy would be another one of those that would want to claim false advertising, bait and switch tactics, etc.

I don’t know. It just irks me that, here we are, thirty years into e-commerce, and God knows how far into concepts like mail order delivery, and the general consumer is so incredibly lost and stupid.

OMFG, what is up with people? About an hour ago, maybe, I had a nice little blow up between customers right in front of me at the register. What had happened was an elderly couple pulled up to the register in their respective mart carts, having the wrong direction. No biggie; there wasn’t a line, yet, and what they wanted to purchase wouldn’t take long. Except it did. One of the plants was missing the UPC, so I had to look it up. The card reader also decided to act up on the gentleman’s debit card. So, a line forms. But the line forms in the wrong direction, because everyone realizes that two mart carts are difficult to reverse and impossible to turn around in the space they occupied. Still, no biggie. Until one lady appears going in the direction traffic is supposed to flow; she appeared immediately following my cashing out the customer that was behind the first couple. So the one going the normal directional flow takes it upon herself to verbally attack the lady that followed the couple for going the wrong direction.

I’ve got another story to tell about something else that happened not long after, but break is almost over. Hopefully I’ll remember to share it when lunch comes. It’s a repeating sort of story that frustrates me almost daily.

I really wish I could just clock out and go home.

This sucks.

I don’t have time to write anything, really.

We got home later than I’d wanted, which meant I kinda jumped right into making love to Ashlee, which kept us from going to sleep until even later, so I slept through several alarms this morning.

I had to leave sooner than I would’ve wanted because I had to stop for gas and cigarettes.

I really haven’t had much time to work out any of my thoughts because of the losses of time.

I really don’t want to be here (work).

I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t have any time to get into anything right now.

And it’s depressing.

I wanna go home.