Saturday, October 16, 2004
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I have NO bubble bath; the two bottles that were here were gross, and thrown out. I have NO bubble bath. I spent 3 hours, no really 3 hours, scrubbing all the ivory soap scum out of the tub with comet. I then re-caulked the tub/shower wall, which was nearly impossible, as I couldn’t get the shower wall to stop letting water run out of it. I have NO bubble bath. That tub has been scrubbed to the enamel, and in some places past it. This is the cleanest it has been in a while, sadly quite a while, and I have NO bubble bath. I don’t understand. I always have bubble bath. I have bottles and bottles of it. I can choose what scent I want according to whims. But today, when all I really want is to soak my hurt foot, scrub my body with salt and blow foam onto my toes, I have NO bubble bath.
My life is hard.
Smiles
Amy
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Thursday, September 16, 2004
A guy came in to Tops today wearing a Motley Crue tee from a concert in 82. When I asked him if he was alive in 82 he said, "yeah I was like 2" umm humm 2 and listening to the Crue? I remeber listening to it at 11 or so, I didn't like it, but at least I was old enough to know why.
Sigh, I have to go pack for camping and tatting.
Smiles
Amy
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Friday, September 10, 2004
My headphones are wet, to be more precise wet and MUSHY. Why? Cuz I wore them in the gym. On this horrid, nasty, sadistic machine call the ARC. Its like a precor…with lower impact and more ass hurting. It seems the lower the impact on my knees and hips, the more my god forsaken ass has to move. Up-down, side-side, up-down. 20 minutes in the "weight loss" program. Every muscle in my legs hurt. My stomach hurts, my ass HURTS real bad. All this so my ass can fit into smaller jeans. Sigh…why do brownies have to taste so good?
Going to the gym sucks, first there is that naked thing, I really hate the naked thing. Get naked so you can change your cloths, then get naked so you can be clean, then ohh yeah naked again so you can get dressed for the day. And, as if being naked three times in not bad enough, IT’S PUBLIC!! As in people are there. People I don’t know, who are also naked. Bah.
Second, there is the whole sweat thing. Maybe it’s just me, but, I don’t like to sweat. It makes me smell bad. It makes my face red. It makes eyes water and hurt. (I will admit, sometimes it can make my hair look kinda sexy, but really that’s not worth the down sides.) I have always tried to not sweat, mostly by not doing what ever it is that was making me sweat in the first place. However, I start getting sweaty about minute 3, that means at least 17more minutes just getting wetter, till finally the bell buzzes and I can get off the hateful thing. 17 more minutes of noting little drops of smelly gross sliding out of my hair, onto my nose, and finally splat on to my shirt. Ohh yeah fun, and to think I begged for the money to be able to do this.
Finally there is always some girl at the desk wanting to show me the weights…she is convinced that a little bit of weight work will really "help (me) out." Smiling every single time I try to tell her I think that I have done WAY more than my heart wants me to. BOOM BOOM BOOM. I swear the poor thing is beating so loud she has to hear it. It feels like it wants to lunge out of my body and crawl to the nearest bagel shop for some creamy creamy cheesey creamy cheese. Which I think is what is holding me together right now.
Anyway, now I get to sleep. Sweet sweet sleep. So that when I wake up, I can scream "ack my ASS seriously dudes my ass hurts." Maybe I will just wear jeans and a tee to game tonight, the thought of putting my poor feet into heels, is really making me think that I might just be ready to give up my "Lolita" shoes. They also make my thighs hurt.
Smiles
Amy
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Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Okay for the last and final time you silly little boys, when you buy silly sex toys, we cashiers are SO not impressed.
*I have taken a bonus card from a woman that keeps her pepper spray on her key chain in a penis bondage thingie.
*I have been paid with money pulled from a woman's bra.
*I have seen strippers dancing around in a lewd manner with a large balloon in the shape of the cucumber from veggie tales.
*I have sold size D batteries and K-Y to a blushing *young* woman.
Anyway last night 5 young guys came in and bought Vasaline, K-Y, cucumbers, and condoms. Not a one of them could keep a straight face. Silly boys. I was sorely temped to warn them that vasaline and condoms don't mix. I mean you could get a STD from that cucumber. They are a rather slutty kind of veggie. You never know where its been. (I guess on some level I should be happy they thought to use condoms)
Oh yeah, another thing that I find funny. As I recall less than 5 percent of the male population needs extra large condoms, and I refuse to accept that they all live here in Ithaca. I tend to think the men buying them are just mentally masturbating. Really, God, how stupid do you think I am? Stop winking at me like I should bow down and pay homage to you penis.
Unless you are That REALLY cute Goth boy, who I *know* is gay cuz I have seen you and your boyfriend neckkin' in the parking lot, I really don't care. Just in case you are him, it's not like I care that much, it's just you and your boyfriend are so cute, I want you to stay together and pose for a picture. And, from what I hear guys tend to go with the "the bigger the better" theory
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Thursday, February 05, 2004
Brent, is really a sweet guy, he always saves me little boxes from the candy isle. Then I can mail out large swaps with out fear of damage.
Any girl who would not want to date him is silly.
Smiles
Amy
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Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Ohh Ohh Ohh, Janice was told the best JOKE ever...
A guy came though buying a couple of cucumbers, but one was broken, so Janice asked if he would like an other one. He replied, I kid you not, "no it's okay, I'm a man." MUU HAA HAA....
When Janice told me she was confused...she didn't see why being a man would influance a choice in cukes. Since she was with an other customer I said, "I'll explain later."
Smiles, she got the joke then... ohh what fun, I am soo glad she got him, I think I would have peed myself laughing.
There are days my job is really funny.
Smiles
Amy
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Thursday, November 06, 2003
Do we as women not give men a definite answer? Why do so many young men seem unable to take the word no for what it means? Do they really think if they just ask" are you sure?" ONE more time we will change our minds? Now, you all know me, and I admit I can be a bit wishy washy, but have any of you ever really talked me out of something that I was firm on? NO. So why is it that young collage men buying beer seem to think they can charm me into letting them buy beer? I say no, and they begin the "are you sure? Dance".
The dance starts simple enough. "I'm sorry I can't sell this to you"
"Really? Why? I'm 21"
"Well, see you were talking to that girl over there and I have to have her ID too."
"Oh I don't know her."
This is where the dance starts...
"Yes, well, it looks like you do, and with the cameras watching I need to be very careful and ID everyone." Smile. "I'm a very tough IDer"
He tries a side step... "But I don't know her"
"You were on camera"
Then he comes in with the back step" I met her in the parking lot, we didn't come together"
"I'm sorry, I will not sell this to you with out her ID"
The Two step starts here
"Really"
"Yes" I say smiling.
"Are you SURE?"
"Yes," I say, "I am sure"
"REALLY? HONEST? Totally sure? I mean you can just sell me this you know" Sometimes they wink.
A forward step, he's more confident now, and pulls out his creit card.
"No" I remove the beer from the counter.
Another side step, " Okay so I came in with her, if I came in with a kid would you want their ID too?"
"I would if you weren't the parent. I am not selling this to you"
Backward sidestep with a twist, "Fine I am going to another resister"
"Okay, but she won't sell it to you."
He rests a moment, "Why?"
"Because I will call her and tell her to ID the girl you came in with."
Agression starts about here, with the girl in question waiting looking at him. "this is Bullshit, just sell me the beer."
"NO"
The final move. The one he is sure will win me over. " I want to talk to your manager."
"Okay" I call over the manager, who, as long as it isn't BOB CLINTON, (who will sell beer to a 12 year old) the manger says...
"I'm sorry, Amy has asked to see her ID and unless she is 21 we will not sell this beer to you"
Sometimes, they just try to talk the manager out of it... but that's usually only when they have been refused a sale cuz they are so drunk they can't stand up anymore... The dancing has worn they out. They leave all sad bitching about me with the girl they don't know.
Ahh another day at TOPS>.
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