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(no subject) [Jan. 27th, 2016|04:41 pm]
Gave a lady 50% off on a pair of vegan ballet slippers because I was feeling generous and we want to get rid of them anyways. She adds a skirt in a separate purchase and asks to get 10% off.

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(no subject) [Jan. 26th, 2016|01:25 pm]
So I get a notice telling me benefits will end because they never got a Work Stop notice from the fucking place I worked ONE DAY. I called them over a week ago asking for them to send it in, the lady claimed they'd have to contact the previous owner to get them to send it in. They never sent it in. I get letter, have a tizzy, and went this morning to get the notice from them.

Do you have the paper for us to fill out? asks the ditz who claimed it would be taken care of last week.

I tell her no, but can't she just download it off their website?

She makes some kind of attempt, I don't know how much of it she actually did other than opening Google, and goes to talk to other lady, who doesn't have the form either but says if they email her she'll send it in. YEAH, like you did last time? FUCK YOU. She also claimed, and wrote on the paper, that a check was mailed out. I never got a check but WHATEVER. I made a point of checking the mail for it too. So I go off to the DSHS office and find an empty parking lot which of course means they've moved, because the parking lot is NEVER empty, no matter what day of the month it is, unless of course it's a weekend. Call sister to have her check to see where it is and head off there to get form. She finds it on the web site and prints it out for me but I was driving and didn't answer the phone and was there by then anyways. SHE DOWNLOADED IT. FROM THE WEB SITE. Which those CUNTS in the office could have done just as well, for I'm sure they have internet access. The girl at the DSHS counter promptly gave me a form and a satisfying display of disbelief and eyerolling when I tell her I had to file it just from one day of work and the employer never sent it in of their own accord.

And the other thing that pisses me off about this??? All of a sudden the bitches in the office can fill it out after all, CONTRARY to what the one bitch told me over the phone. Plus they decided to make a copy of the paper I had for their own convenience. A FORM they could have downloaded and printed out. A form I spent half an hour driving to get.


I go to Office Maxx. The one person in charge of the copy and fax section is slowly helping someone print out a catalog or some shit. The copy machine does not produce a copy though it's more than happy to give me a report saying how many copies it didn't copy. I ask at the counter where I can fax and the girl points at the other end and the girl who's not paying attention to anything but the oh so slow printing she's helping with. Walmart Marketplace will cash your check and help you pay your bills but does not have a fax machine. So I fax it from the shop and will go to Fred Meyer after work to fax it again and make a copy of it to mail in, because I am becoming real anal about making sure the DSHS gets multiple copies of a document just in case one fails to get filed.

FUCK YOU, FORT VANCOUVER CONVALESCENT CENTER. You were pretty fucking prompt on snagging a tax credit and failed completely at not only giving me a check for my one day, you also failed to notify DSHS that I was no longer employed.
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(no subject) [Jan. 23rd, 2016|12:49 pm]
So, usa_p, having fun yet with the snow?

::ducks massive snowball::

We've had ONE day where the snow actually stuck. Otherwise had to drive about an hour to find somewhere with snow.
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(no subject) [Dec. 15th, 2015|02:27 pm]
YES, Tuesday regular, that IS the total with 10% off. I am here every Tuesday so I know it's 10% off day. And you wouldn't let me forget anyways. I'm really sorry I ever waxed sympathetic over your medical issues. Not a bitch about it but just annoying that you do this every week. And you're not the only Tuesday regular who does that.

Have gone from MEH about Xmas to BAH HUMBUG. Sales aren't picking up and I'm depressed/jealous about people who have money to shop like crazy during this season. Older I get, less tolerant I am with people, and the more I yearn to live in a place with less fucking people.


Tickets bought for Force Awakens. I go into it curious and interested to see where they will go with the story. And tell myself it's a continuation, not a reboot, like Abrams did with Star Trek. For people whining about the glut of Star Wars merchandise, this NOT exactly new. They did it with the original movies too. And it looks like time to unsubscribe from the Reddit Star Wars forum so I don't see assholes posting spoilers.

Got Assassins Creed Syndicate for about $22 shipped through Amazon, with sale price of $29.99 and the $15 reward credit I had. It's a new environment and so far have done one mission with the female twin, hoping there's more. Otherwise, it's getting stale, same combat system, same premise of save the city from the evil Templars, and only a thin narrative thread tying the games together.
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(no subject) [Nov. 9th, 2015|12:38 pm]
Ah, bitch of the day.

Some chickie calls up to ask about white spandex shorts. I tell her what we have and she asks if there have been any Hooters girls coming in asking for the shorts. I reply, reasonably enough, that I haven't had any girls in here saying they're from Hooters, and elaborate that I wouldn't know they're from Hooters unless they said they were, or were wearing T-shirts. After I tell her this a second time, she tells me I don't have to mock her. Uh, WHAT? I am only trying to explain to you I wouldn't know a random girl worked in Hooters unless she said she did because Hooters girls pretty much look like regular girls, which of course they are. She also asked something about there being another one of our stores in Portland which I said no, we're in Vancouver. So, honey, if you really feel like I'm mocking you, take your Hooters to Portland. If you're embarrassed about working in an establishment that requires you to flaunt your assets, then find another job.

Went yesterday to look at kittens at the local humane society. People were lined up outside the door like it was Black Friday lol. Of course not that many people but enough to crowd the viewing room and keep me from getting close to any of the kittens. My very allergic to them sister was the one to actually get to hold one. I wasn't really taken with it. There was a cute black one named Mr Fluffy who was nice enough to keep his claws sheathed while poking at my fingers. Still looking. Supposed to be getting more in next week.

Rented Black Ops 3. Played it a bit and it was like playing Advanced Warfare again. Didn't play anymore of it.
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(no subject) [Oct. 21st, 2015|12:33 pm]
You know it's time to close up shop and get out when...

...a customer who has been going to one dance studio for THREE YEARS comes into the shop for the first time, saying they never knew we were here. And only found out about us through another parent. NOT THE STUDIO. A studio that has NO PROBLEM when it comes to begging for freebies to put in a gift basket.

And they're putting in a fucking GUN SHOP a couple doors down.

Yeah, if sister could get out of the lease, then we'd do a 50% off sale and give our "loyal customers" a big ol' raspberry.
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(no subject) [Oct. 21st, 2015|12:18 pm]
Took kitten to vet. Congrats, they say, it's a boy!

I did look up a video to see how you check and tried once but the kitten was not cooperative and gave up, figuring the knowledge wasn't that important. But I guess it does explain how aggressive it is.

Also not a La Perm despite what Russian lady said. Vet tech said it looked like it had some Flame Point Siamese in it. Once home I looked online for pictures and first Youtube link I hit, the kitten in the video looked almost exactly like the one I have. 5.8 pounds and gonna be a big one, according to the tech.

Didn't want a boy. Wanted a girl. Have appointment to get him fixed on Friday and am not sure if the operation will affect his temperament any. And also imagining what he'll be like as a big, aggressive cat.

So...I am trying to rehome him. He's not just playful, he's mean. You can tell when his mood is swinging to the mean, his pupils get all big. And he's kicked his shitty behavior up quite a few notches, so I want to strangle him. Last night he was ripping into the plastic bag I line his litter box with, and knocking fresh litter all over the floor. This morning he was more hyper and aggressive than usual. Had ONE person respond to ad and not sure what will come of that. If it doesn't pan out, I am seriously considering dropping him off for his neutering appointment and never picking him up. It's been a long time since I've had a kitten and you do tend to view past experiences with rose tinted glasses but I am sure I would have remembered if past kittens had been such monsters. He can be sweet but he also likes to attack, and not gently, but with claws and teeth. He seems to thrive on the negative attention.
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(no subject) [Oct. 15th, 2015|03:45 pm]
Got a kitten. Been perusing Craigslist and the two local shelters seeking the right one, found a listing with woman looking to rehome her kitten. Supposedly a purebred La Perm, which her husband got her for her birthday, and cost $500, but she was willing to take $50. Thought it was odd but she said she had leather furniture which doesn't mix with an exuberant kitten who wants to climb on EVERYTHING. Though I took her I wasn't super sold on her at first, weird, huh, as I did pay for her, I have come to enjoy her...when she isn't being a little monster lol.

Been a long time since I've had a kitten so I've forgotten how...energetic they can be. They want to play, you'd better play, for you will know no peace otherwise. Tried to treat her like previous ones, letting her get on the bed with me at night, which of course was the time of day she wanted to run around. Her favorite game? Dive bomb my head as I lie on the bed. Sunday night she got me good on the mouth with her claw and probably on the lip as I got blood in my mouth. Yeah, time for her spend the night, and all nights for the foreseeable future, in the bathroom. I get to sleep unmolested, yay. She can be really sweet when she's purring and wanting to cuddle but when she's all afire I'm ready to sacrifice a child to her to get her to leave me alone lol.

So to Google I go, to get all sorts of advice on the evil spawn that is a kitten. She needs toys. Get toys. She's not really interested in the catnip mouse. I get her this fabric thing she can hug and kick with her back feet, rather than my arm. She is only sporadically interested in that. I think about getting her the circle thing with the ball but instead get her the feather stick thing.

IT IS MAGIC. It awakens in her some ancient biological imperative to GET IT KILL IT DO IT NOOOW. No matter how quickly she gets worn down, she cannot resist the need to get the feather. I've started watching TV again while exercising her lol. Only way I'll get peace from her lol. Cutting into my gaming time as once she's tired out she wants to lay down on my computer table, right in front of or partially on the keyboard. I know, I know, be the alpha and make her move but when she's been quiet I hate to mess with it lol.
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(no subject) [Sep. 29th, 2015|11:27 am]
At the shop, sweaty and stinky and still wearing yesterday's underwear because the fucking apartment management decided that YET AGAIN the parking lot needs to be painted. Or some other stupid shit. From 8:30 to 11:30. Rather than post a notice on your door, they stick it to the staircase in such a way it's not really visible. Brother saw it this time and told me last night about it. I figured it was okay, I was going to leave in the morning to do my mall walk and when I come back, I will park on the STREET.

Insert maniacal laughter.

No, you will NOT be parking on the street, because the fucking street is FULL. And, NO, they did NOT start painting at 8:30 or doing whatever else they're pretending to do, because I was winding through the complex trying to find a place to fucking park. I made a pass of sister's house, intending to hang out there or something, but her dumbass husband is home and I have my own lump of a roommate to hate, so no thanks. So I go home, figure they'll call to tell me to move car. They called at 9:30. FUCK YOU VERY MUCH WITH SOMETHING HUGE AND SPIKEY, HEATHERWOOD APARTMENTS. Couldn't even wait til 10 so I could just kill some time at the mall. So I slam out of apartment, speed out of the parking lot, and come to the shop, pummeling my half loaf of wheat bread to make myself feel less angry. How well that worked is still up in the air.

Mall walkers can be annoying. The old people will walk in pairs or threesomes and spread out along the walkway to make it hard for other people to pass them as they stroll along. Some old biddy comes up to me this morning to get my attention, I don't know what the hell she wanted, I just shook my head at her. And she TOUCHED me on the arm. I do not like to be touched by strangers, because it is simply RUDE. I don't know you, I don't care to know you, and if I act friendly at all it's to be polite or because my job requires me to pretend to be friendly. I wear headphones and walk alone, I am not there to socialize, like most of the mall walkers, because frankly I'd rather be home on my computer than sitting at the mall yakking for a couple of hours while getting as many free refills of coffee as I can. I don't know what she wanted and don't care, there was enough people around there to fulfill whatever need she had, no reason to pick on me. Older I get, the more antisocial I get, and contemptuous of others. I NEED A KITTEN IN MY LIFE.
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(no subject) [Aug. 31st, 2015|02:41 pm]
In yet ANOTHER case of me being completely, unforgivingly stupid, I lost a job offer due to me being unable to pee.

They told me about the year thing but it didn't process that if I fail a drug screen it will be a year til I'm eligible to be employed again by EvilCorp...err, Walmart. I leave the apartment and go to the interview, which was a job offer and paperwork for a background check plus drug screen. This is when they said the thing about the year wait which I didn't completely understand and of course didn't read the paperwork I signed, which told me the same thing. I go to the shop to wait a bit before heading out to do the pee test, drinking some water to help the process along.

To start off the testing clinic's sign says a completely different name and you don't know that it's the right place until you walk right past it. I go in, get the cup, guy enters in the paperwork, tells me to go do the thing. They apparently require a lot more pee than the nursing home did and of course I don't piss enough to make the minimum. ONLY THEN does he tell me that once the paperwork has been entered I can't leave the building until I provide the right amount of pee or it'll be considered a refusal to test. UH if I was going to REFUSE I would hardly go to the fucking place, would I? So I sit in the waiting room and drink 4 or so cups of water, waiting for the urge to hit me. I think it's hit but AGAIN not enough pee. I don't know how long it's going to take and don't want to sit there so I leave. And when I get home I'm ready to go. Apparently it takes me about 45 minutes for it to work through my system.

Like any job I was nervous about being able to do the work and, yes, I do tend to give up too easily, or do real stupid stuff like this morning. Though if I'd known ahead of time about not being able to come back later to do the test, I would have waited. The thing is I was trying to get it done early so I wouldn't inconvenience sister at the shop, as she needs to go and do some work at home, so she can make money to support the shop.

Had a crying fit and now just annoyed at myself for being dumb yet again. Don't really know what hours it would have been but at 25 hours it would be almost as much as I make at the shop.

Well, good thing I got chocolate at the shop and ice cream at home for binging. Forget the fleeting thought about maybe dieting a bit after seeing my actual weight for the first time in years lol. 
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