Right.... so I took a little break.
I'm still working at the store.
People still getting on my nerves.
What else is new.... ??
I actually meant to update at least once in April but eeeh....
Anyway --- I just got my wisdom teeth taken out and they hurt like a MF'er. So why is it that AFTER I tell people this, they still insist on chatting me up?
Sir, I just had my wisdom tooth broken into pieces and then yanked out my face with a pair of pliers. I'm slowly bleeding and can only open my mouth 1/4 of the way. Why would I want to carry a conversation with you right now about your petunias?
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
GET OFF THE PHONE!
A simple rule of etiquette:
When entering a place of business and you need to place a type of order or request,
GET OFF THE PHONE.
A guy was just in here blabbing away on the phone with a big ass hole in the crotch of his jeans. I started daydreaming from the boredom and he tapped on the counter to get my attention instead of saying, "Excuse me" like a polite person who actually has manners. I ignore him, and he starts waving his hand and I finally decide to acknowledge him.
So basically, end your phone call before getting something, Otherwise, sit your ass outside until you finish.
When entering a place of business and you need to place a type of order or request,
GET OFF THE PHONE.
A guy was just in here blabbing away on the phone with a big ass hole in the crotch of his jeans. I started daydreaming from the boredom and he tapped on the counter to get my attention instead of saying, "Excuse me" like a polite person who actually has manners. I ignore him, and he starts waving his hand and I finally decide to acknowledge him.
So basically, end your phone call before getting something, Otherwise, sit your ass outside until you finish.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Jagermeister
What is up with white people and Jagermeister?
I've only had it once, and it is NASTY. It tastes exactly like black licorice, and it's thick, all the way down.
My store doesn't get a lot of white customers, but I can say this for a fact, about 80% of them who are not regulars, buy Jagermeister.
If you need more proof, just watch the movie, "The Hangover".
:P
I've only had it once, and it is NASTY. It tastes exactly like black licorice, and it's thick, all the way down.
My store doesn't get a lot of white customers, but I can say this for a fact, about 80% of them who are not regulars, buy Jagermeister.
If you need more proof, just watch the movie, "The Hangover".
:P
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Chasing off the Tutes
Damn prostitutes!!
Two of them were right in front of the store, standing there. I called out to the other cashier to "chase off the prostitutes". One of our male customers left after I said it, and one of the prostitutes went to his car and was talking to him. I walked to the door and stared him down, and after several minutes, he drove off without her.
Eeew.
It's the absolute worse when a known prostitute comes in and buys a single condom.
But hey...
at least they're being safe!!
Two of them were right in front of the store, standing there. I called out to the other cashier to "chase off the prostitutes". One of our male customers left after I said it, and one of the prostitutes went to his car and was talking to him. I walked to the door and stared him down, and after several minutes, he drove off without her.
Eeew.
It's the absolute worse when a known prostitute comes in and buys a single condom.
But hey...
at least they're being safe!!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Stripper Heels
I'm kinda mad one of my customers thought I was a stripper at night because I was wearing 5 inch heels.
Say - what??
Say - what??
Friday, March 5, 2010
Definition Lesson
"Where are you from?"
Now, I'm biracial, so when people ask me this question, they actually mean what race am I. I don't find it offensive, or even annoying. but I still have fun and always answer, "From here." Even though I know what they mean.
So, just a quick lesson in words so that my readers can be a little more educated, in case they are not:
Race: A person's biological descent & who their descendents were.
Now, I'm biracial, so when people ask me this question, they actually mean what race am I. I don't find it offensive, or even annoying. but I still have fun and always answer, "From here." Even though I know what they mean.
So, just a quick lesson in words so that my readers can be a little more educated, in case they are not:
Race: A person's biological descent & who their descendents were.
Ex: Halle Berry's race is black and white.
Ethnicity: A person's background & culture.Ex: Wyclef Jean's ethnicity is Haitian.
Nationality: What country a person hails from.Ex: Naomi Campbell is British.
So... if Jane is Japanese (both parents are Japanese) and she lives in the United Kingdom, her race would be Asian, ethnicity would be Japanese, and Nationality would be British.
See? Learning can be fun!
This makes the correct answer to ask me, "What is your race?"
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
To Be Continued
Really, he was lucky I didn't snap on his ass, but I was already in a foul mood so I was already in "I don't give a fuck" mode. You see, earlier, I broke down crying at work and...
TO BE CONTINUED...
I hate men!! I basically broke down at work because of some out of work issues. Really, I need to learn how to keep my personal life and work separate, but sometimes it's an issue that cannot be helped!! And if people keep picking, picking, picking, eventually it's going to cause a thread to break.
Basically, another cashier got into a pair of customers about running their card twice. Our receipts didn't print because the machine thought the order was a duplicate. But the customer said that his bank took out both amounts. I tried to explain to the men that we can't tell if we recieved the money until the next day, but one just HAD to get his money that day. The total for both run-throughs was about $25. And he was just being rude and I put up with it for awhile before I snapped at him and then started crying from my o.o.w. stress. His friend apologized to me, but gah, EMBARRASSING!! It was cleared up the next day, but fuck, it wasn't a big deal to begin with. I've gone to Nordstrom and had them run a purse I bought twice, and that shit cost $100 and I didnt' bitch. I just waited until the next day. But this guy was just rude off the bat despite me telling him it would be cleared by tomorrow. Geez.. are you that broke you don't have over $25 in the bank?? If so, then you don't need to come to the liquor store.
I just hope it doesn't happen again. The breakdown I mean... but the whole card situation was ridiculously annoying.
I'm currently at work now on my laptop attempting to aoid all eye contact with people trying to talk to me. Everytime I am on my laptop, without fail, someone asks if I'm doing homework/studying.
Well... if I am, why are you interrupting me? if I knew smeone was doing work, the last tihng I would do is interrupt them to ask if they're doing work! And, most of the time, I'm not doing work anyway so it's just annoying to constantly have people ask. If I'm on thec computer, i could be doing a variety of things: playing a game, actually doing work, reading gossip blogs, writing on my blog... the possibilities are endless, so really, regardless of what I'm doing online, it's none of your business.
And I say that in the most polite way possible.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I hate men!! I basically broke down at work because of some out of work issues. Really, I need to learn how to keep my personal life and work separate, but sometimes it's an issue that cannot be helped!! And if people keep picking, picking, picking, eventually it's going to cause a thread to break.
Basically, another cashier got into a pair of customers about running their card twice. Our receipts didn't print because the machine thought the order was a duplicate. But the customer said that his bank took out both amounts. I tried to explain to the men that we can't tell if we recieved the money until the next day, but one just HAD to get his money that day. The total for both run-throughs was about $25. And he was just being rude and I put up with it for awhile before I snapped at him and then started crying from my o.o.w. stress. His friend apologized to me, but gah, EMBARRASSING!! It was cleared up the next day, but fuck, it wasn't a big deal to begin with. I've gone to Nordstrom and had them run a purse I bought twice, and that shit cost $100 and I didnt' bitch. I just waited until the next day. But this guy was just rude off the bat despite me telling him it would be cleared by tomorrow. Geez.. are you that broke you don't have over $25 in the bank?? If so, then you don't need to come to the liquor store.
I just hope it doesn't happen again. The breakdown I mean... but the whole card situation was ridiculously annoying.
I'm currently at work now on my laptop attempting to aoid all eye contact with people trying to talk to me. Everytime I am on my laptop, without fail, someone asks if I'm doing homework/studying.
Well... if I am, why are you interrupting me? if I knew smeone was doing work, the last tihng I would do is interrupt them to ask if they're doing work! And, most of the time, I'm not doing work anyway so it's just annoying to constantly have people ask. If I'm on thec computer, i could be doing a variety of things: playing a game, actually doing work, reading gossip blogs, writing on my blog... the possibilities are endless, so really, regardless of what I'm doing online, it's none of your business.
And I say that in the most polite way possible.
Friday, February 26, 2010
No, I do not know you.
One of the main annoyances of my job is when I ask someone for I.D. and the first thing they say is:
"You know me. I come in here all the time!"
Well obviously fucking not, because if this was the case, I wouldn't ask you for I.D. now would I? If I don't know your name, you don't know mine, you don't come to my house for sleepovers then
NO.
I do not know who the fuck you are and thus...
YOU NEED TO SHOW ME YOUR I.D.!
"You know me. I come in here all the time!"
Well obviously fucking not, because if this was the case, I wouldn't ask you for I.D. now would I? If I don't know your name, you don't know mine, you don't come to my house for sleepovers then
NO.
I do not know who the fuck you are and thus...
YOU NEED TO SHOW ME YOUR I.D.!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Snatch Game
Ahh... people pissing me off.
Dude was on the phone and kept teetering back and forth so I finally just snatched the bill out his damn hand.
"Did you just snatch that from me?"
"No."
When I hand him his change, he snatches it and says,
"Ha, but I snatched it back right?"
... And this man looks like he is fucking 50 something years old.
Like, are you serious? Maybe if his dumb ass wasn't on the phone, I wouldn't have had to snatch his ratty ass money in the first fucking place.
Really, he was lucky I didn't snap on his ass, but I was already in a foul mood so I was already in "I don't give a fuck" mode. You see, earlier, I broke down crying at work and...
TO BE CONTINUED
Dude was on the phone and kept teetering back and forth so I finally just snatched the bill out his damn hand.
"Did you just snatch that from me?"
"No."
When I hand him his change, he snatches it and says,
"Ha, but I snatched it back right?"
... And this man looks like he is fucking 50 something years old.
Like, are you serious? Maybe if his dumb ass wasn't on the phone, I wouldn't have had to snatch his ratty ass money in the first fucking place.
Really, he was lucky I didn't snap on his ass, but I was already in a foul mood so I was already in "I don't give a fuck" mode. You see, earlier, I broke down crying at work and...
TO BE CONTINUED
Friday, February 19, 2010
EBTs Not Fucking Accepted!
Note to all food stamp users of America: I'm pretty sure our government didn't intend for you to use your EBTs on liquor and cigerettes.
Like, fucking seriously.
Like, fucking seriously.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
You can't speak??
This past weekend this couple came into my store speaking a foreign language. If I had to guess, I'd say it was creole. Anyway, the guy left while the girl handed me her card. From the small talk I was making, it didn't take a genius to guess she spoke very little english.
So... while she was waiting for her receipt, a man came up next to her and asked how she was doing. She gave him a little smile, and he said, "What, you can't speak?" in a very rude voice. She smiled again, I gave her the receipt, and she left.
When she left, he turns to me and asks how I'm doing and I reply good. "Oooh, at least somebody can speak!"
. . . . Cue the fucking crickets.
How rude, dude. 1) You don't know her situation. She could have been having a horrible day. 2) Not everyone you greet has to fucking talk to you. This is not Candy Land. and 3) Maybe she doesn't speak english. Which was the case!
So some advice: if you greet someone and they decide not to greet you back, don't take it personal. You don't know what the fuck is going on. And if you do wish to take it personal, grow the fuck up. There are plenty of times when I don't want to talk to people. For the most part, it's simply because I don't want to, and that's my choice, not yours.
So... while she was waiting for her receipt, a man came up next to her and asked how she was doing. She gave him a little smile, and he said, "What, you can't speak?" in a very rude voice. She smiled again, I gave her the receipt, and she left.
When she left, he turns to me and asks how I'm doing and I reply good. "Oooh, at least somebody can speak!"
. . . . Cue the fucking crickets.
How rude, dude. 1) You don't know her situation. She could have been having a horrible day. 2) Not everyone you greet has to fucking talk to you. This is not Candy Land. and 3) Maybe she doesn't speak english. Which was the case!
So some advice: if you greet someone and they decide not to greet you back, don't take it personal. You don't know what the fuck is going on. And if you do wish to take it personal, grow the fuck up. There are plenty of times when I don't want to talk to people. For the most part, it's simply because I don't want to, and that's my choice, not yours.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Minimum purchase $8.00
A lot of the stores I go into have some sort of minimum purchase required in order to use a credit card/debit card. My school has one ($3.00), some gas stations have one, some stores at the mall have one...
But yet, plenty of our customers have an absolute uproar because we have one ($8.00) and act like they've never heard of a store having that before and that it's absolutely ridiculous to have one. If a customer chooses to buy something under $8.00, then we add a 50 cent charge to make up for the charge incurred from our credit card company. (Because frankly, we don't have to pay it because someone wants to charge $2.50 to buy a bag of cheetos and pork skins!)
Ok, quick lesson: The credit card companies make money from stores who have a credit card machine. This is why a lot of places do not accept American Express and Discover Card, because they charge storeowners the highest in fees.
So, to the man who grumbled while leaving because he wanted to charge under $8.00 and said, "How the hell are they are going to tell me how to spend my money?"
BECAUSE IT'S MY FUCKING STORE, YOU CHEAP DOUCHE.
But yet, plenty of our customers have an absolute uproar because we have one ($8.00) and act like they've never heard of a store having that before and that it's absolutely ridiculous to have one. If a customer chooses to buy something under $8.00, then we add a 50 cent charge to make up for the charge incurred from our credit card company. (Because frankly, we don't have to pay it because someone wants to charge $2.50 to buy a bag of cheetos and pork skins!)
Ok, quick lesson: The credit card companies make money from stores who have a credit card machine. This is why a lot of places do not accept American Express and Discover Card, because they charge storeowners the highest in fees.
So, to the man who grumbled while leaving because he wanted to charge under $8.00 and said, "How the hell are they are going to tell me how to spend my money?"
BECAUSE IT'S MY FUCKING STORE, YOU CHEAP DOUCHE.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I.D. please!
If you enter a liquor store and don't have any wrinkles and gray hair, do not give me an attitude if I ask for your I.D.
It's really a pain in the ass whenever I ask someone who will admit to being 21 get pissed because I ask for I.D. because they decided to leave it at home, don't want to walk to the car to get it, reach in their wallet, etc. etc.
It's part of my fucking job description to ask you for your I.D. Stop being a stupid ass about it, and just show it to me. It's not my fault you're a stupid fuck who doesn't bring their I.D. into a place that I.D.'s.
I look young for my age and I know it, so it would be ridiculous for me to get mad if I'm carded. I come to expect it because I look a couple of years under 21.
Be GRATEFUL I'm asking you for I.D. because soon enough, all that alchohol is going to have you looking like this when you're only 35:
It's really a pain in the ass whenever I ask someone who will admit to being 21 get pissed because I ask for I.D. because they decided to leave it at home, don't want to walk to the car to get it, reach in their wallet, etc. etc.
It's part of my fucking job description to ask you for your I.D. Stop being a stupid ass about it, and just show it to me. It's not my fault you're a stupid fuck who doesn't bring their I.D. into a place that I.D.'s.
I look young for my age and I know it, so it would be ridiculous for me to get mad if I'm carded. I come to expect it because I look a couple of years under 21.
Be GRATEFUL I'm asking you for I.D. because soon enough, all that alchohol is going to have you looking like this when you're only 35:
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Jailbirds
I was on my local news website today when I noticed they had a link for mugshots for my county.
It's a problem when 10 people out of the first 25 are your customers.
We can't make money if our customers are in jail!! Do better so we can do better!!
It's a problem when 10 people out of the first 25 are your customers.
We can't make money if our customers are in jail!! Do better so we can do better!!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Dirty Money
I hate dirty money. And I'm not talking about Diddy's group.
Now, I know that all money is dirty unless you get it straight from the mint. People are always picking their nose, sneezing, stratching their dandruff (etc. etc.) and then handing money off to someone else.
But STILL. I don't want to see that! So save me the torture of the visual! If it's 75 degrees outside and you hand me a $20 from your bra, and you weigh 30 lbs over your ideal weight, then I will know exactly why your money is soggy.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Basic Things You Should Know
"Where are the $5 tickets?"
My customer asks me. I'm standing next to the lottery ticket display, a box divided into eight sections across and five sections down.
"In the 3rd row."
75% of the time, my customer will look up and down.
Now... I'm not saying I am the brightest crayon in the box, but I believe that there are certain things every young adult and up should know. For example, everyone with an average sized I.Q. should be able to name all the continents. (Go on, name them in your head. If you can't, it's a problem and you need to google it. NOW.) People should also know where important countries are located. Such as Japan. And Egypt. And Australia.
One of the most simple things that people should know is the difference between a ROW and a COLUMN. Rows go from left to right (something most people should know as well). Columns go up and down.
If you're one of the uneducated few who do not know this, remember it this way: Movie theatre rows go from left to right. Columns on the White House go up and down.
Just having to say this makes me feel like I'm talking to a kindergardener. So, do yourself a favor: If you don't know something that you believe should be simple to know, google it and educate yourself a little bit more. :p
My customer asks me. I'm standing next to the lottery ticket display, a box divided into eight sections across and five sections down.
"In the 3rd row."
75% of the time, my customer will look up and down.
Now... I'm not saying I am the brightest crayon in the box, but I believe that there are certain things every young adult and up should know. For example, everyone with an average sized I.Q. should be able to name all the continents. (Go on, name them in your head. If you can't, it's a problem and you need to google it. NOW.) People should also know where important countries are located. Such as Japan. And Egypt. And Australia.
One of the most simple things that people should know is the difference between a ROW and a COLUMN. Rows go from left to right (something most people should know as well). Columns go up and down.
If you're one of the uneducated few who do not know this, remember it this way: Movie theatre rows go from left to right. Columns on the White House go up and down.
Just having to say this makes me feel like I'm talking to a kindergardener. So, do yourself a favor: If you don't know something that you believe should be simple to know, google it and educate yourself a little bit more. :p
Friday, January 29, 2010
Chicken Wings
One of my regular customers came in today. This guy didn't exactly graduate first from etiquette school, but he comes in on a regular basis and spends money with us so we accommadate him. Anyway, I overheard him talking to another cashier about a purchase he had just made. He bought a 6 pack of cans, but his girlfriend, wife, baby momma, whatever... wanted bottles. When he was told he couldn't return them because alchohol purchases are final sale, he threw a fit.
WTF?
I have never understood what the FUCK was the difference between bottle or can. It's the same damn thing!! I don't see why they would taste any different. Just like I don't get why some people are so picky about if their cigerettes are long or short or if they come in a box or soft pack. Cancer is fucking cancer, just buy your cigerettes and choke on it!
It reminded me of some people who will only eat all drumsticks or all flat chicken wings. Chicken is chicken!! It will taste the same!! It is not like the drumsticks have magical powers. You will not die if you are forced to eat a flat for once in your life. Just eat the damn chicken and be happy, at least you have options! It's not like the two options are radically different. If all drumsticks only came in hot flavor and all flats only came in garlic pepper, then ok, it would be alright to bitch about eating a flat chicken wing, especially if you don't like garlic pepper. But the world is not like that, is it?
So just shut up, take what is available, and be happy. You're not going to die. Not getting a can over a bottle anyway.
On another note, this man came in today and he complimented one of my other customers.
"Your braids look really nice."
She smiled warmly and thanked him, and I know it really warmed my heart. Why? Because it was a genuine, warm, compliment. There were no sexual undertones to it, or smartassness to it. Just a sincere compliment that probably helped make her day a little brighter. He gets a Halo Award!
I know that I compliment people often. If they're in a pair or more, I don't, because I don't want to offend the other if I don't compliment them, but I find that a simple compliment can brighten up anyone's day, and who wouldn't want that?
WTF?
I have never understood what the FUCK was the difference between bottle or can. It's the same damn thing!! I don't see why they would taste any different. Just like I don't get why some people are so picky about if their cigerettes are long or short or if they come in a box or soft pack. Cancer is fucking cancer, just buy your cigerettes and choke on it!
It reminded me of some people who will only eat all drumsticks or all flat chicken wings. Chicken is chicken!! It will taste the same!! It is not like the drumsticks have magical powers. You will not die if you are forced to eat a flat for once in your life. Just eat the damn chicken and be happy, at least you have options! It's not like the two options are radically different. If all drumsticks only came in hot flavor and all flats only came in garlic pepper, then ok, it would be alright to bitch about eating a flat chicken wing, especially if you don't like garlic pepper. But the world is not like that, is it?
So just shut up, take what is available, and be happy. You're not going to die. Not getting a can over a bottle anyway.
On another note, this man came in today and he complimented one of my other customers.
"Your braids look really nice."
She smiled warmly and thanked him, and I know it really warmed my heart. Why? Because it was a genuine, warm, compliment. There were no sexual undertones to it, or smartassness to it. Just a sincere compliment that probably helped make her day a little brighter. He gets a Halo Award!
I know that I compliment people often. If they're in a pair or more, I don't, because I don't want to offend the other if I don't compliment them, but I find that a simple compliment can brighten up anyone's day, and who wouldn't want that?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Are You Ready Yet?
There is a sign in my store that says that cell phones cannot be used inside the store.
Now, most people obviously do not follow this rule, and generally, we don't really enforce it. When people ask us about it, we tell them that we have it posted as a sort of deterrent. When people are on their phones, they just blab on and on to whoever's on the line and ignore us, the dutiful cashier waiting on them as well as all the other people in line.
Today, something like that kind of happened, and situations like this also occur now and then.
This lady, who to me, appeared a bit intoxicated, was standing right in front of the counter talking to another man. The man was trying (horribly) to flirt with her for several minutes with another cashier right in front of them. He was waiting for them to finish and get on with what they would like, but they just went on, and on, and on.
Finally, I just made my way over, kind of pushed the other cashier out the way (I do shit like that all the time.. I'm extremely impatient, and maybe a little rude...) and asked the woman if she was ready to check out because she was holding a bag of pork skins. In a snotty voice she stated that no, she was not ready, and why would I ask if she was ready. I stated that I assumed she was because she was standing in front of my counter. She took the hint, grabbed the guy, and they talked off to the side.
I went back to my register, and later when the old bag WAS ready to check out, I heard her commenting to the other cashier about me saying shit like, "Why would she ask if I was ready? Did I look like I was ready?"
I didn't feel like saying anything, but really, since we already had her money, I could have said whatever the hell I wanted too! The bitch really needed to have some sort of translation manual for most of what I was saying.
So.... for future reference...
If I ask you if you're ready, it's a polite way of saying, "Hurry the fuck up so you can get the fuck out."
P.S. I asked if she was ready when she was holding the 99 cent pork skins because it looked like all she could afford any damn ways.
Now, most people obviously do not follow this rule, and generally, we don't really enforce it. When people ask us about it, we tell them that we have it posted as a sort of deterrent. When people are on their phones, they just blab on and on to whoever's on the line and ignore us, the dutiful cashier waiting on them as well as all the other people in line.
Today, something like that kind of happened, and situations like this also occur now and then.
This lady, who to me, appeared a bit intoxicated, was standing right in front of the counter talking to another man. The man was trying (horribly) to flirt with her for several minutes with another cashier right in front of them. He was waiting for them to finish and get on with what they would like, but they just went on, and on, and on.
Finally, I just made my way over, kind of pushed the other cashier out the way (I do shit like that all the time.. I'm extremely impatient, and maybe a little rude...) and asked the woman if she was ready to check out because she was holding a bag of pork skins. In a snotty voice she stated that no, she was not ready, and why would I ask if she was ready. I stated that I assumed she was because she was standing in front of my counter. She took the hint, grabbed the guy, and they talked off to the side.
I went back to my register, and later when the old bag WAS ready to check out, I heard her commenting to the other cashier about me saying shit like, "Why would she ask if I was ready? Did I look like I was ready?"
I didn't feel like saying anything, but really, since we already had her money, I could have said whatever the hell I wanted too! The bitch really needed to have some sort of translation manual for most of what I was saying.
So.... for future reference...
If I ask you if you're ready, it's a polite way of saying, "Hurry the fuck up so you can get the fuck out."
P.S. I asked if she was ready when she was holding the 99 cent pork skins because it looked like all she could afford any damn ways.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Pretty Women
At work, prostitutes are some of my most regular customers.
Now, I'm not talking about those glamourous looking prostitutes, ala Moonlite Bunny Ranch or Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman... I'm talking about in the gutter, prostitutes.
Most of them are old, and I'm not sure if it's a mix of because they are old, stress and the hardships of life, drug and alcohol abuse, or all of the above. They dress a bit floozy like, but most of them dress pretty normal. Some come in all the time, but then stop whenever they take their yearly "county vacation". And most of the time, 95% of the time, will come in already a little bit tipsy!
Today I saw two of them hanging out in front of the store talking to two of my other male customers. They were buying the girls..ahem..I mean women... beers and I didn't stop to look, but more than likely, the women left with the two men.
Other days a prostitute will come in and buy a single condom with their John right next to them who buys them a single beer and I really feel for them. "You're selling your body for a 24 oz. Colt 45?? Seriously??"
It makes me think what in their life could force them to devalue themselves so much, and it's very disheartening and I wish I knew how I could help them out of that situation. But to stop the situation one must not put themselves in that situation to begin with.
Take care of yourself, take care of your life. Even when it seems that no one cares and no one is watching, there is someone, they may just not make themselves known. And if something were to happen to you, because a John got reckless, or because you accidently ingest just a little too much... someone would be sad because you are no longer in this world.
Now, I'm not talking about those glamourous looking prostitutes, ala Moonlite Bunny Ranch or Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman... I'm talking about in the gutter, prostitutes.
Most of them are old, and I'm not sure if it's a mix of because they are old, stress and the hardships of life, drug and alcohol abuse, or all of the above. They dress a bit floozy like, but most of them dress pretty normal. Some come in all the time, but then stop whenever they take their yearly "county vacation". And most of the time, 95% of the time, will come in already a little bit tipsy!
Today I saw two of them hanging out in front of the store talking to two of my other male customers. They were buying the girls..ahem..I mean women... beers and I didn't stop to look, but more than likely, the women left with the two men.
Other days a prostitute will come in and buy a single condom with their John right next to them who buys them a single beer and I really feel for them. "You're selling your body for a 24 oz. Colt 45?? Seriously??"
It makes me think what in their life could force them to devalue themselves so much, and it's very disheartening and I wish I knew how I could help them out of that situation. But to stop the situation one must not put themselves in that situation to begin with.
Take care of yourself, take care of your life. Even when it seems that no one cares and no one is watching, there is someone, they may just not make themselves known. And if something were to happen to you, because a John got reckless, or because you accidently ingest just a little too much... someone would be sad because you are no longer in this world.
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Introduction
Helloooo !
First off, I'm going to be going by the name Jo Fyre. Is this my real name? No. I'm going to keep very little about myself off of this website for one reason only: I don't want any of my customers to know who I am. If one of them pisses me off one day, I don't want them to be offended if they ever discover this blog. It could be bad for business! Plus, being in the hood and all, some of them might be crazy. Some of my customers have come in, polluting the whole store with their danja smell. Some have dropped their crack bags on the floor. And most have come in with just a little bit too much alcohol in their system. I'm really not trying to be shot at because someone is pissy I wrote about them on my blog. :p
This blog is basically about what the title suggests: life at the liquor store. I've been working at the liquor store for about two years now and every day I work, something interesting happens. I thought so interesting, that I should blog about it! And so here I am.
And what?
First off, I'm going to be going by the name Jo Fyre. Is this my real name? No. I'm going to keep very little about myself off of this website for one reason only: I don't want any of my customers to know who I am. If one of them pisses me off one day, I don't want them to be offended if they ever discover this blog. It could be bad for business! Plus, being in the hood and all, some of them might be crazy. Some of my customers have come in, polluting the whole store with their danja smell. Some have dropped their crack bags on the floor. And most have come in with just a little bit too much alcohol in their system. I'm really not trying to be shot at because someone is pissy I wrote about them on my blog. :p
This blog is basically about what the title suggests: life at the liquor store. I've been working at the liquor store for about two years now and every day I work, something interesting happens. I thought so interesting, that I should blog about it! And so here I am.
And what?
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