I waved byebye to my sanity about an hour ago. I started writing a brief update at 8am on the fact that it’s Joe’s turn to be sick and that Dan decided that he needed in on some o THAT action. It turned into a snarling bitchy rant about 2 hours ago, so I obliterated it.
Joe is well enough to be obnoxious. Well enough that were Mom in charge he would’ve been sent to school. She doesn’t quite comprehend the “fever-free for 24 hours” rule. It absolutely floored her to find out that his temperature was actually *higher* when he was playing happily than it was when he was curled up in the recliner
Dan….oh my sweet Dan. Dan has postnasal drip and it’s making him (and therefore me) miserable. Every exhale is a whining moan, every inhale is a sniff. His throat is sore, so he’s spitting in the trashcan. He has a loose tooth, so there’s a plethora of spit.
My overstimulation meter pegged about 30 minutes ago. I haven’t been able to read, write, or do any homework.
And now I’m being paged again, so I’ll have to catch up with y’all later.
Be kind to your Cashier today.
For those of you in the grocery store: We’re sorry you’re standing in line, but if there were anyone else available to run a register, they would BE running one. We know you’re tired and stressed and still have to COOK that cart full of stuff you just bought. No, scanning your discount card again isn’t going to help. Please have your ID in hand unless you’re obviously over 40. You may be a regular customer, but Thanksgiving and Christmas is all a blur and your case of beer isn’t worth getting fired over. When she grunts and groans over moving yet another turkey/ham/case of drinks, your smartass comments about going to the gym aren’t appreciated in any way shape or form. She’s moved the better part of a truckload of each – can you say you’ve moved 2000+ lbs an hour for 6-8 hours?
For those of you in the toy/department store: We know you’re tired and stressed, but it’s not like Christmas Season is a surprise. Stop whining about paying as much for the batteries as you did the toy. When you pick up the toy, write down the size of battery and stop by the dollar store next door. Or? Save your sanity and pick out something that doesn’t require batteries. It’s not the cashier’s fault your “Must Have” toy is sold out – you knew it was a “must have” back before Thanksgiving WHY didn’t you get it then??!!?? Stop stressing over whether or not the kids will like the cartload of stuff you’re picking up. The answer is “NO.”
They want to play in the box it came in.
Keep in mind that your cashier has been standing in front of that stupid boop boop boop reader for what seems like an eternity. She does not psychically know what the sales sign says, nor can she leave her post to go look at it. All she has to look at is the sales paper at her register – and if it’s an in-store deal that’s not ringing up properly it’s not HER fault. There is no Psychic Store Employees Network, just the store manager-on-duty.
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