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woke up. made coffee. listed 5 things and then passed out for the biggest hit of REM sleep like I haven't had in weeks.

Allergies have turned my sleep upside down,and I was still muzzy headed when I got a vanilla doubleshot latte at starbucks and caught myself adding sugar, which isn't needed for a syruped coffee. Quickly scooped the top off the latte,the sugar floating on foam! Hi brain where ARE YOU?

Off to dinner with R, and we tried Chipotle. Didn't expect it was fast food, it was ok, but kind of expensive, and uh, i've had phenomenal mexican and this was pretty middle of the road. ( sorry margaret!)

And it was cold and drizzly so off to sears and found a nice 3/4 length trenchcoat that was hugely marked down ( ok, it was pretty spendy to start with ANYWAY) and is one of my more expensive pieces of clothing but man, when it rains here it's monsoons down. Buckets. It's never a drizzle, it's almost always a dumping pour of rain.

It is a very NICE jacket, and will last many years, so that's ok.

Then we decided to go to Canadian Tire. Fuck me was that stupid. I don't know what they thought in changing all their cashiers tills to the beastly automated self serves, with one vacant brained attendant but cripes. Add in getting a grunt for a response to finding a product and R nearly getting taken out by a badly stocked shelf.

We had two planters for the balcony. and we get to the self check out and there's NO barcodes on them. We summon the attendant and she kind of moseys over and back to her station, then back to the phone and she can't GET anyone on the line. Because as we watch, she drags the phone off the table and it crashes to the floor. She's utterly as useless as tits on an earthworm.

So we go to the ONE cash register. And she says "I can't sell this if it has no barcode."

So look it up.
I can't. Management won't let us page.
So call the dept.
I can't. Well, hey, no one's answering. Smiles.
So what if we just tried to walk out with them?
That would be stealing.
Really? If we wanted to pay for an item on your shelves with no price tags on the item but the price marked on the shelf and your little marshmallow fluff filled head can't be arsed to find the fucking SKU? really? Have you utterly lost the plot on how this whole commerce thing rolls?

( there were heaps of price tags missing, there and when I was getting my jacket, there's some kind of pathological fear of price tags? and it MAKE ME FUCKING CRAZY. TAG THAT SHIT. TAG THE FUCKING LIFE OUT OF IT. TAG IT LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT. )

Anyway. Ahem. She calls and lo someone answers, after she said she'd call a manager and we said please do! She can barely describe the item but lo gets the magical sku.

I'm fundamentally stunned that I can have such a hard time ever finding a retail gig, when we have dipshits like this, and I'm also simulaneously stunned that I have to wait a year to resume degree studies. Surely I'm not so stupid I should be resigned to the heap of retail where smart people like me, and others, get the joy of training staff who've been there longer than us.

R had the joy of watching the SLOOOOOW clerk at the store training the new girl, who was already miles ahead of the trainer. Sloooooow clerk can't do a single transaction without getting distracted about 15 times, calling stockists to fetch a plant or candy bar she's lit her eye on, taking a sip of water, chat with co workers, shuffle some stuff, and then serve a customer. Empires fairly rise and fall as she doodles around.

I've worked retail. I've more than done my fucking time. But seriously? This is the best of the hiring pool now? Damn hell I outta go start throwing some resumes around.

so Canadian tire will get a nice email from me. Well, maybe not so nice. More like "seriously, was there a hiring fair for this sort of idiocy?"

Sigh. we're best off going to the other one, a moderate walk from home, but hopefully not the domain of the stupid.

In the end we got planters and dirt and seeds ( i got spearmint. no clue what to do with it when it grows up, but i have time to find some recipes.)

(no subject)

woke up. made coffee. listed 5 things and then passed out for the biggest hit of REM sleep like I haven't had in weeks.

Allergies have turned my sleep upside down,and I was still muzzy headed when I got a vanilla doubleshot latte at starbucks and caught myself adding sugar, which isn't needed for a syruped coffee. Quickly scooped the top off the latte,the sugar floating on foam! Hi brain where ARE YOU?

Off to dinner with R, and we tried Chipotle. Didn't expect it was fast food, it was ok, but kind of expensive, and uh, i've had phenomenal mexican and this was pretty middle of the road. ( sorry margaret!)

And it was cold and drizzly so off to sears and found a nice 3/4 length trenchcoat that was hugely marked down ( ok, it was pretty spendy to start with ANYWAY) and is one of my more expensive pieces of clothing but man, when it rains here it's monsoons down. Buckets. It's never a drizzle, it's almost always a dumping pour of rain.

It is a very NICE jacket, and will last many years, so that's ok.

Then we decided to go to Canadian Tire. Fuck me was that stupid. I don't know what they thought in changing all their cashiers tills to the beastly automated self serves, with one vacant brained attendant but cripes. Add in getting a grunt for a response to finding a product and R nearly getting taken out by a badly stocked shelf.

We had two planters for the balcony. and we get to the self check out and there's NO barcodes on them. We summon the attendant and she kind of moseys over and back to her station, then back to the phone and she can't GET anyone on the line. Because as we watch, she drags the phone off the table and it crashes to the floor. She's utterly as useless as tits on an earthworm.

So we go to the ONE cash register. And she says "I can't sell this if it has no barcode."

So look it up.
I can't. Management won't let us page.
So call the dept.
I can't. Well, hey, no one's answering. Smiles.
So what if we just tried to walk out with them?
That would be stealing.
Really? If we wanted to pay for an item on your shelves with no price tags on the item but the price marked on the shelf and your little marshmallow fluff filled head can't be arsed to find the fucking SKU? really? Have you utterly lost the plot on how this whole commerce thing rolls?

( there were heaps of price tags missing, there and when I was getting my jacket, there's some kind of pathological fear of price tags? and it MAKE ME FUCKING CRAZY. TAG THAT SHIT. TAG THE FUCKING LIFE OUT OF IT. TAG IT LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT. )

Anyway. Ahem. She calls and lo someone answers, after she said she'd call a manager and we said please do! She can barely describe the item but lo gets the magical sku.

I'm fundamentally stunned that I can have such a hard time ever finding a retail gig, when we have dipshits like this, and I'm also simulaneously stunned that I have to wait a year to resume degree studies. Surely I'm not so stupid I should be resigned to the heap of retail where smart people like me, and others, get the joy of training staff who've been there longer than us.

R had the joy of watching the SLOOOOOW clerk at the store training the new girl, who was already miles ahead of the trainer. Sloooooow clerk can't do a single transaction without getting distracted about 15 times, calling stockists to fetch a plant or candy bar she's lit her eye on, taking a sip of water, chat with co workers, shuffle some stuff, and then serve a customer. Empires fairly rise and fall as she doodles around.

I've worked retail. I've more than done my fucking time. But seriously? This is the best of the hiring pool now? Damn hell I outta go start throwing some resumes around.

so Canadian tire will get a nice email from me. Well, maybe not so nice. More like "seriously, was there a hiring fair for this sort of idiocy?"

Sigh. we're best off going to the other one, a moderate walk from home, but hopefully not the domain of the stupid.

In the end we got planters and dirt and seeds ( i got spearmint. no clue what to do with it when it grows up, but i have time to find some recipes.)