Tag: Diarium

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.

Made it to work. I really don’t wanna be here. But who does?

I wish I could be at home.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and I’ll be sent home for some silly reason. I know I really shouldn’t wish for that. But it would be nice for my soul.

I really don’t understand how or why I ended up in lawn and garden. I don’t know a thing about plants. You plant them in dirt, they grow, and half of them look like weeds to me. That’s about all I know.

I’ve got about twelve more days before I can retake an assessment. Hopefully that one position I’m halfway interested in will be available by then.

I don’t know. Maybe I don’t need any friends. I’m doing a decent job of expressing myself by journaling my thoughts again. It just sucks that there’s no two way communication going on. Unless I start responding to myself. I mean, I have done that. Hilarity ensued, most of the time. Though I have also been a troll to myself.

Just a couple more hours until lunch. Then a couple more hours until the last break. Then I can go home a couple more hours after that.

I wanna go home.

Half a million thoughts running around in my head, and I don’t like a single one of them.

That number is an exaggeration, of course, and I’m sure there’s got to be a thought or two that I don’t mind, and others I could put a spin on and have turn out right. But right now, there’s a couple that are bothering me in a negative way. The first being that I didn’t sleep well. Very stupid; very simple. Ashlee went to bed clothed, and I never got a chance to feel her naked body against mine. Stupid. Very stupid. But I guess I desperately needed to feel that closeness.

My other big negative thought is my dealing with neighbors. One of them came bitching about our stupid dog and her barking. So, I built a fence across the backyard. I wasn’t prepared to build a fence; I’d had a certain styling and materials in mind, which would’ve required a nice chunk of money and time that we don’t have. So, I erected a fence that I really don’t like. Having given the dog more freedom, she’s slightly quieter, but she’s still going to be a nuisance. So, now I’ve spent money I don’t have and ruined the aesthetics of my yard in order to appease a neighbor that can’t hear their TV over the barking of my dog.

I was planning on spending time mowing the yard, fixing Ashlee’s car, and then finding something to do as a family yesterday. Instead I spent my time throwing together a fence, watching/hearing Ashlee suffer getting started on her car, and then I switched over to finishing up her car once I got to a good enough stopping point on the fence.

And, of course, now there’s more on my plate, because I need to finish up the fence and try to make it something I like, and give it some better functionality. I need to add a few more posts, dress it with planks at the posts (because t-posts are ugly), add a top rail (because, aesthetics), hang a walk through gate and finally build & hang a drive through gate.

And I want to try and figure out how to accomplish all this before the coming weekend, and mow the yard.

I fucking hate people.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know if there’s anything wrong with me. Is it normal to be starved for friendship? Is it normal to be jealous or envious of friendship?

What is wrong with me?