its been a hard days night...

well it was a sad morning folks, i hurried into the store all ready to sing out 'ello Poppet' like i normally do when i stopped dead in my tracks remembering that sammy snail had the bowl all to himself. as much as i appreciate sams presence its just not the same. A did drop by though so that cheered me up a little (and thankyou for your condolences, i know he cared for you too).

the walk to work did settle a few things though (to understand this fully you will need to refer to previous post BEEP BEEP if you haven't already read it). you may remember that my dilemma of 'to wave or not to wave' was partly based around the fact i didn't want to look like an idiot waving to some random guy who was beeping because he thinks he's funny. today i realised that those guys can usually be seperated from the people i know by the obscenity's screamed out the window and lude gestures made as they pass... once again guys... why?!?! do you really think i'm going to stop in the middle of the footpath, remove all my clothing and scream 'take me take me now'... i just don't get it.

lastly, the most satisfying part of my night. i've yet to have a rant about this but i loath people who like to abuse someone just because they are behind a counter, especially if its young staff (obviously they're just doing their job and have no authority to change rules). i believe that these customers have serious personal issues and try to make themselves feel significant by intimidating others. if it was their 20 yr-old daughter behind the counter getting told she is a bitch etc (i've been called every name under the sun) they'd be furious. anyway. tonight a guy came in with 2 new releases and a weekly video that were up to 15 days late. i was down the back re-organising shelves (2.5 hours after my shift ended) when J. was approached by a guy saying 'these are late what is the fee'. she scanned them through and informed him it came to $98.25. he proceeded to abuse her, call her a smart-arse little bitch etc and demanded to see the manager (me). because i finished hours ago she informed him that i wasn't on shift and he would either have to pay it now if he wished to hire or could discuss it with me tomorrow. he wouldn't leave and kept yelling at her saying he wanted to deal with it now and that some 20 yr old little bitch couldn't tell him what he can and can't do and he wanted to speak to the manager, someone worth his time. it was at this point when she came and got me. the before mentioned satisfaction was the moment i stepped behind the counter and the look on his face when he realised the person in charge was in fact a 20 yr old 'little bitch' that he had no success in intimidating. his dilemma was when i offered to halve his late fee's under the condition that he apologise to my staff for his language and disgusting behaviour or leave and if he still refuses to pay the fee when i send him a letter, i'll pass it on to a debt collector. he was obviously torn between his pride and his natural instinct to be a tight-ass but in the end he left. but not before making the silly mistake of thinking we give a shit if he returns as he screamed over his shoulder "you just lost a customer".

till the last gulp

it is my sad duty to announce that Poppet, the stores pet fish, is no longer with us.

somewhere between 11pm saturday and 10am sunday morning Poppet gulped his last gulp. it was a short life full of happy memories, not his cos he only had a 3 second attention span, but for me. *cut to home made movies in slow motion* i remember bringing him to the store in his little plastic bag, setting up his new little home under a poster of a big cat (he probably had a heart attack), introducing him to his room mate sammy snail. he would instantly brightened my morning and was always there for me when i'd had a particularly hard day. he was such a good listener and always great company. oh how i'll miss you little poppet. but now you've moved on and i know you'll be watching over me from the big fishbowl in the sky. we'll all miss you. rest in peace.

BEEP BEEP

back in july i refused to renew my car rego when a) it probably wasn't going to pass rego and b) i was leaving the country in a few months, so as a result of such i've had to walk to work for the past 2 months-ish... WHAT is with the beeping?!?! honestly!!! how do people i know actually expect this to be a legitimate form of communication? for starters, it's not like i'd recognise the approaching car anyway as most of them are customers and i don't serve them in the car park. so already they have the added advantage of a good few seconds to go 'oh look theres someone walking, i think i know her.. i do... its the video chick' and just before they get to me beep. meanwhile i get whip lash trying to catch who it was as they fly past me at 60km p/h (yeah, its a main road). lets not forget that i'm half asleep because its the morning and i'm not a morning person, so that significantly alters my response time. THEN add to that i don't even know if its someone i know or if its some random guy who thinks he's funny. if that's the case i don't want to look like an idiot just waving to some loser who'll beep at anything that slightly resembles a female (why do they do that???). come to think of it, i don't want to wave at someone who knows me and doesn't stop and save me from dragging my arse up that damn hill! GIVE ME A LIFT YOU SELFISH BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!! sittin there in your comfortable cars with the radio on *grumble grumble* also it just bugs me all day wondering who it could have been (i'm one of those people who can't let a phone ring out because i'll want to know who's on the other end and what they have to say)

OH! and then these people have the audacity to call me a snob/bitch/doofus for ignoring them... excuse me, i was busy trying not to have an exercise induced heart attack (exercise and i just aren't the best of friends you see) AND I DIDN'T SEE YOU!

so there you have it, my valid arguement as to why beeping is a waste of time...

I'll have another

So here I sit... At 1:33 am with that feeling. You know the one (or maybe you don't), where your lips and nose are tingling and you barely remember what happened 5 mins ago. That my friend, is the feeling of a couple too many at the local pub! It is not my fault I cry, it was the old civic crowd. This consists of those who no longer work at civic, with its newest edition S, deciding that her last shift must be concluded with a trip to the local watering hole. Since I had already summoned the old civic employees to farewell her at the store they accompanied us for this evenings festivities. True to form however I entered the bar only to promptly find someone to steal my attention away from those more deserving of it. Although, since I entered the establishment worried about the money I was about to spend (since I'm working 7 days a week to save for my o/s trip spending money on alcohol hardly qualifies as a worthwhile purchase) I am pleased (yet feeling slightly guilty) that I walked out $3.85 richer and exceedingly drunk. This due to the fact that the people who initially stole my attention away was a VERY nice customer (and his brother),with WAY too much money and WAY too drunk who has rather fond (platonic) feelings towards me. It his he who provided me with... Many... Drinks and the excess $3.85 he couldn't be bothered carrying. (Before you make me feel bad for accepting his hospitality he had a VERY good night on the pokies, and if the money didn't go on me it was going to go back into the machines... shoosh, this is how I rationalise it)

in my current state I have decided on a few things.

1) I'm way too young to feel this old
2) I'm way too old to get this drunk
3) I'm way too drunk to realise anything
4) I'm way too smart to let a drunk guy make me realise I have no future
5) I don't make any sense

I do know that in 37 days I will also be an ex-civic employee...

I think I may enlist the help of the spell checker for this one considering it took me 3 attempts to enter my password.

you've gotta laugh

ok... so yesterday it was just a normal morning at work (i manage a video store), A had been in to visit, i've fed poppet our pet fish, M (the owner) has left for the day already, i'm happily occupying myself when every stunt customer decided my store was a good place to be right now. i call them stunt customers because they are pretending to be normal people when in fact they are far far far from normal and were put on this earth purely to challange my patients.

{stunt 1} how much is it for a new release today?
{me} $1.95, today we have a special where everything in-store is $1.95 to rent.
{stunt 1} even the overnight ones?
{me} yes, everything!

a few moment later.....

{stunt 1} so how much if i want a game then?
{me} *thinking* you %$#*ing idiot... everything EVERYTHING!!! did you get dropped on your head as a baby??? no! well I did and i'm still smarter than you!
{me} *saying* the games are also $1.95, everything is $1.95. dvd's, games, videos, overnight, 3/night, weekly... anything you would like to hire.

customer walks around for a while and i'm thinking they've gotten the picture, finally they approach the counter with 3 items in-hand.

{stunt 1} is that 3 for $9 deal still on?
{me} *trying to smile* every other day yes, but it is actually cheaper for me to charge you at todays $1.95 deal as these 3 would come to $5.85.
{stunt 1} oh thats pretty good, i'll do that then!
{me} *thinking* GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!
{me} *saying* thank you, have a nice day.

random lady walks in off the street in a business suit, she looks professional and smart.. pffft

{stunt 2} *pointing to the drink fridge... FRIDGE* are they cold?
{me} *thinking* no you idiot we just think they look pretty in that funny little box thing!
{me} *saying* yes they should be, if your concerned just grab one and check its cold enough for you. (you know, the logical thing to do)
{stunt 2} oh they are *stupid smile*
{me} *thinking* who'd have thought
{me} *saying* that'll be $1.70 thanks.

middle aged gentleman would like to become a member

{me} ok now we'll need a password for your account.
{stunt 3} password?
{me} yes, everytime you'd like to rent you'll need to give us your card and we ask you for your password to make sure it's you using the card. its for your security in case you lose the card.
{stunt 3} oh
{me} so what would you like it to be?
{stunt 3} what?
{me} your password, what would you like it to be?
{stunt 3} i don't understand.

realising his english didn't go as far as the word password and noticing the massive line of customers queing behind this guy, seeing as though he has an eftpos card i try something else.

{me} just like you have a pin number to use your eftpos card. you need a number or word to use your video card. you need to tell me what you'd like that to be.
{stunt 3} i'm not giving you my pin number!
{me} *gives up* ok, i'm going to make your password your last name. so when you come in and we ask you what your password is, you say KIM.
{stunt 3} *laughs nervously*
{me} so when i say password, you say KIM. *feeling like im at a hip hop concert.. when i say password you say KIM... password KIM password KIM... when i say hey you say HO.. hey HO hey HO*
{stunt 3} ok

all of that so he can get his $1.95 porn

i'm off to work now... its $1 weekly day...

knock knock

first i should start by apologising in advance for my bad spelling (i have no intention of using the spell checker) and lack of punctuation (mainly capitals - holding down the shift button is way too much effort) also for the fact that these entries will contain nothing of interest what-so-ever (mainly because i'm just-not-that-interesting *GASP*) soon however, i will be leaving australia (the land i call my own) and setting sail (ok, flying) to icy cold montreal, where hopefully i will experience something worth reporting. since that isn't for another 6 weeks though, you will have to be content with my mindless babble (ok, whinging... or just close the page).

my mother told me when i was very young that you can never trust a man with thin lips. once observing howard and bush i'm once again satisfied that this was a valid theory (no i'm not going to get political) but by personal experience i was 16 when i discovered my older boyfriend was actually MUCH older, married with children. he had thin lips. i remember thinking it was the first time my mother actually knew what she was talking about. so, 4 years later i'm dating a not much older man with medium sized lips when he tells me he is living with the mother of his 9-month old child and she and her family are still under the impression he intends to marry her. a year after that (2 months ago), i'm dating a guy with very nice, kissable, not thin lips - my age - when he gets a 30 yr old woman pregnant and runs off to play happy family with her and $6000 of my money. now, i can hear you all saying 'oh god now she's going to be a man hater'. on the contrary, i still love men. i would however, like to know how is it that one person can continually attract/be attracted to men that all share the same kind of baggage/issues/reasons they suck, if they don't share any distinguishing features and are of very different ages.

any answers?

this rant is due to the fact that bachelor number one just rang asking how my love life is these days... *chuckles quietly*