I'm so frustrated that I could scream!!!! 

I've been filling out application after application for jobs around my area with no luck. Not even a fucking call back. So I'm like "fuck it, I'm going to look at internet jobs." 

So I do, I go to http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/ to see if there is any work at home jobs, and OH MY GOD, I SWEAR, half of the "Help wanted" descriptions were only fucking advertisements claiming you can work from home and make thousands, oh but wait, you have to give us money before that can happen. :)
 

Is there such a thing as working home and EARNING money instead of GIVING it?!?! JEEZE!!! I don't have anything to give at this point. It makes me so fucking aggravated! I only found a few jobs that look legit, but other then that, its always some survey, or some money making kit bullshit.
 

Arrrgh... I just want a job. I want to work from home. But apparently there is so such thing.


-Spoongoon

I’m at the library and there is a dude sitting next to me that smells like sweaty pubic hair.

<.<

Anyway, I’ve been doing okay. As for my depression, it’s been under control for almost three months. However, I feel if I’m put in a different environment that I get depressed and panicky really easily. I house-sat for someone back in April, and I was all by myself and I was bailing depressed. I helped someone move and I spend the night there and I felt like shit. But as much as I hate being home, that’s the least place I feel depressed. Back in March, when I saw my boyfriend Andy, I got depressed there too! Which really pisses me off, because I only get to see him twice a year and I shouldn’t be getting depressed when I’m suppose to be happy. It sucks. Nine more days, I get to see Andy for 18 days! I hope my chemical imbalance or whatever doesn’t act up while I’m there.

So, my Grandma’s Alzheimer’s is getting worse. Yesterday she woke up, got dressed, and I guess she fell back asleep. When she woke up, she asked me why she was dressed. She didn’t remember that she was up earlier that morning. It’s sad. What’s even sadder is that I don’t care. …. Well, I do care. I’m just not very tolerant. I honestly think she needs to be in a home. Grandpa is never home to take care of her, and I don’t think it’s fair for me to have to tend to her needs 24/7. I did that with my Mom before she died, and I don’t want to do it again.

Well, money is tight. I picked up a lot of extra hours the last few weeks, and I was surprised when I saw my check was only 30 dollars more. I was hoping for extra money when I go to see Andy, I guess not. Maybe the extra money is on the next check, but that doesn’t do me any good. I wont be in town next week to receive it. It sucks. And I still need to spend a lot of money to get ready… More minutes for my phone, get my nails done, travel sized stuff, Andy’s birthday present. *Sighs* …. I just hope I’ll have enough to have fun when I get down there. Andy has money issues too and the last thing I want is to have him spend all of it on me, no matter WHAT he says.

Anyway, my PC time is up, see ya.

-Spoongoon

Andy came and saw me the other week. Well, his mom and step dad were planning to come to Arizona for some sort of family reunion. Since I live here they dragged me along so Andy and I could see each other. They picked me up and we all drove to Surprise where we stayed at the Hampton Suits. We all started off being in the same room, but the next day Andy’s mom got Andy and I our own room. So that was fucking awesome to have alone time without interruptions. We had a blast, but we couldn’t really go anywhere… No car. But there was a pool and hot tub downstairs. Plus a Denny’s across the street. We found ways to entertain ourselves. Then he had to go, we only got to see each other for four days, but better four days then no days. I still miss him though.

We’re planning to see each other again in October. We’ll see what happens.

I don’t feel like typing anything else… Typing with fake nails is a bitch.

So, I got a bird from my Sister ‘n Laws mother. She named him Gabby, but I renamed him Chuck. Then I realized I now had four birds. So, I decided to get rid of Walker and Sassy. A friend of mine found someone on Craigslist.com who said she had a bird sanctuary and would take unwanted birds. So, I gave them to her. And I cried. Like a little girl. But I guess taking care of Chuck and Ricky will be easier now that I only have two birds.

I bought myself a real journal. The one’s that you write in? Yeah… Now I can talk about all the sex, drinking, and feelings I have without people getting pissed off at me. But I haven’t been writing in it lately, I actually haven’t been feeling depressed like I usually do. I stopped taking my Prozac just after I saw Andy, and I was depressed for awhile. But everything seems to be calming down. Lets hope it stays that way. I don’t want to take pills for the rest of my life.

Little things trigger off depression. Like if I’m talking to someone, and they don’t say what I expect them to say… Yeah… It sucks.

... Yeah. And like I promised, - 

-Spoongoon

So! What's been going on here? I see a lot of you are still active, posting art and other fun stuff. I really miss the Internet and all my friends on it. Especially the guys over at Rowdyruff.net and my old art/roleplaying pals on DeviantArt and MSN and AIM. I'm hoping to maybe find a new job, actually save my money, and find an apartment and a couple of people to move in with. When and if they happens, Internet is a must.

But I've come to realize, I can plan out my life all I want, say something is going to happen, or I can actually go out and make it happen. And I just haven't been doing that. I'm almost 21 years old, and I'm still in my comfort zone. I'm scared of the world, and all the responsibilities that come with it. I'm not as smart as the average person, and I'm scared that I wont find a good job because of that fact, or I'll end up moving out, fuck up somewhere across the line and have to move back in with my grandparents. However, I'm trying very hard to look at life in a positive way. I only get to live it once, after all...

For those who believe in God, I have a prayer request. Pray for me to have inspiration, wisdom, and strength. I know God will take care of me, but he can't do it unless I help him along the way and being afraid to jump out of the nest is just ridiculous for somebody my age. I need to grow up, ya know? I just need a little nudge... or a maybe a gigantic push off the cliff. For those who don't believe in God, a simple 'good luck' is appreciated. ^ ^;

I saw Andy a week and a half ago for ten days. Before I left, I made a bet with my friend Cherie that I would be able to resist him at least until night fall. I'm actually proud to say I lost that bet, after eight long hours flying down to Virginia, I ended up just holding and kissing Andy in the car when he took me to his house. I didn't want that moment to end... It's just this overwhelming feeling of happiness, and you feel ... alive, and whole.

Anyway, he gave me some early birthday presents including two Dragon Necklaces, two new games for the DS, and the fourth season of Dragonball Z. I gave him some presents too! But it was just Cologne and hair gel, nothing special... We went to the mall and looked around, and ate at Wendy's where the service was just so ridiculously poor that wanted so badly to just throw the food on the floor and leave. But Andy threw it away before I got a chance to... So I took the serving tray and threw it on the ground. That'll teach them! ... Of course, I felt silly and dumb for doing it, but Andy found it entertaining... So it was all good.

We went on long walks, and held hands as we talked about whatever came to our mind, including our future. He took me and his sister bowling where I was the queen...! Uh, of gutter balls. ... That night, I felt really depressed, and of course with me, I never seem to have a reason why. As soon as we got home, I went to the basement to be alone. Andy ended up fallowing me, and without thinking I sunk into his arms and cried. I tried to hide it, but the occasional sob kept giving me away. Andy held me, and announced his feelings for me all over again. He talked about other things as well, and I can't even put them back into words. That moment was way to special to try to reenact. But I will say that... we both felt like we were falling in love all over again. And he even said it as I was thinking of it. I felt happy again. No... not happy. Overwhelmed with this spiritual, heavenly joy. I felt completed...

A couple of nights after that, Andy took me to Chilis, it was fun, but a bit noisy. The day after that, we got drunk off of white Russians. I was surprisingly more sober then Andy was. He kept talking about how Tom Cruise was a super hero, and yelled at the TV when I changed it to comedy Central. We played Wario World for the WII, and Smash Bros Brawl. He even tried smoking one of my cigarettes! When I asked him how much he had, he said seven, but then sneaked two more after that, even though I TOLD him no more drinking. I noticed even though he had a goofy smile on his face, that he looked pale, so I asked him "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" He just laughed and said "Maybe..." Of course, as soon as he got there, he threw up. I felt bad... But he seemed fine the next day.

For the remainder of the week, we stayed at home, played video games, watched movies, and went on more walks together. On my last night, I tried to cram the day full of special and meaningful events. So, we got some breakfast items the day before at the Food Lion and made breakfast. Then we fixed ourselves up and went to the mall to get our picture taken. They turned out pretty good! That night we went to Taco Bell, and baked cookies when we got home. We slowed danced in the dark, even though his step dad was upstairs, singing badly and ruining some of my favorite songs, the slow dance is still something meaningful to me. I wont ever forget it. We sat down in front of the fire place for a little bit, then went upstairs to finish watching Robocop three. I don't remember that movie having so many god damn puns! GRRR...

Then of course, the next day, I had to go back home. I tried so hard to hold it in, but I broke down 20 minutes later. Andy didn't cry at all, but I knew he was bummed out that I had to go. He was just being strong for me. We stood together, embracing each other as long as we could until finally the PA over our heads announced my name. "Katie Guyette to Boston, last call for Katie Guyette." I took one last look at Andy, and ran to my gate. As soon as I got on the plane I cried. But I surprised myself, I didn't cry again until I got on the next plane, and from there.... I didn't cry at all. I feel like God was with me, giving me comfort and strength. I'm proud of myself... But I'd be lying if I said I was happy. I'm still a little sad, and that feeling of being completed and whole is gone.

Being away from Andy is like being without my... limbs, you don't feel complete without them. Just like I don't feel complete without Andy... It's hard, but this time I'm wiser and stronger. I can wait. Andy isn't going anywhere, and God is taking care of us. I'll get to see him for a couple of days in July, and for even longer in October. I told Andy this, and now I have to tell myself... "It's going to be worth the wait." It's a hard thing to do, but time goes by fast, weather we realize it or not.

Andy has really changed me. I can't explain how, but I seem to be more content with life, I quit taking my medicine again, and this time I don't feel depressed like I usually do. (But I think my body is so use to the drugs that I'm going through withdrawal. I'm getting sick a lot lately) I don't get angered as easily, and I'm excepting myself and those around me. He's something special, and I look forward to seeing him again, and then, forever...

Thanks... for everything.

I know I promised you guys pictures, but I'll get them up as soon as I can.

But until then! Catch ya on the flip side,

-Spoongoon

I noticed a lot of you have been posting a lot on Livejournal lately. Showing off art, and good news and I’m sorry I haven’t been able to comment on them all like I usually do. I finally quit my Radio Broadcasting class at EVIT, and that was pretty much my only source of the internet. The Radio class was fun while it lasted, but the teacher was a douche bag and he just wasn’t teaching me anything I didn’t already know. So I figured… Why waste my time, right? As soon as I left EVIT, I finished up at my high school and staffed out. They’ll be sending my diploma to me as soon as it’s printed.

So that’s it! After six fucking years in high school, I’m finally done. But you know something? I still feel like a Special Ed retard. I’m scared to go to college, and my boss at work won’t give me more hours. On top of that, I stopped taking my anti-depressants and I just stay at home all day feeling worthless… I try to get up and do something, but… I don’t know. I get tired quickly, and just end up going back to bed.

Pathetic, huh? …I guess maybe I should find a new job. Or something to do.

*Sighs* Anyways…

I’ve been having bible study with my cousin on Mondays… That’s fun. Let’s see… what else is going on? … Oh! After six long months, I’m finally going to go see Andy in less then 10 days. I’m happy about that… We’re going to do a lot of fun stuff, and I’m thankful that I’m able to see him. But I feel a little reluctant. Hmm… Maybe I’m nervous. I don’t want to end up like I did last time.… I was a wreck for a couple of months. *Shrugs* I guess that’s what being torn about from the person you love does to you. But I’ll be okay…

…I guess…

I’ll show pictures when I get back…

*Looks around*

…Yeah

-Spoongoon

Name: Katherine Marie ElizabethFerguson Guyette
Age: 20
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Hair color: Black
Natural color: Light brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Type: White?
Dimples: The fat on my face covers my dimples.
Tattoos: None, yet…

Do you think you are...

Good looking? I’m alright I guess…
Smart? Nope.
Funny? I like to think I am.
loving? Most of the time.
Giving? Yes!
Cheerful? Sometimes.
A Drama Queen? I don’t think so… I tend to avoid drama.
Spoiled? Not really. D:
Braty? Uhhh…
Sweet? I’ve been called that a few times.
Respectful? Nope. XD
A good daughter/son? Nope! I’m an awful daughter!
A good sister/brother? I like to think I am…
A good Girlfriend/Bf? I don’t know…

A true friend? For sure!  

This or That...

Love or Money - Love
Boyfriend or no Boyfriend – I don’t mind being alone, but it can get lonely sometimes. … Does that make sense? D:

Freezers or Hot Chocolate - Freezers
Beach or Pool – I don’t like swimming.
Hawii or Italy – Neither.
Children no children – I’m not really sure, but all signs point to no for now.
Married or no getting married – No, maybe someday.
Christmas or New Years –Christmas.  
Cell phone or computer – Hmmm… Cell phone I guess.
Music or T.V –Argh! I can’t choose! THE PRESSURE! 
Snow or Rain - Rain
Summer or Winter - Winter
Valentines Day or Birthday - Birthday

Who makes you...

Laugh? My boyfriend.
Smile? When I’m thinking about random stuff, I always tend to get that creepy smile on my face.
Giggle? My sister ‘n law, and my brother.
Cry? Being lonely, alone.
Feel Special? The only time I felt special is when my boyfriend gave me flowers. That was cool…
Feel Loved? Not lately.

Your Cell Phone...

Whats your ringtone? Rooster crowing.
Whats your wallpaper? Bubbles
What Brand? Nokia
Who's first on your list? Andy.
Who's last? Walgreens.
How many songs did you download? None, it’s not that kind of phone.
Is the one you love on your list? Of course!

Your past...

Most romantic moment – My first kiss at King’s Dominion.
The happiest moment – The first time I met Andy.
The saddest moment – My mom dying.  
The Hardest moment – When I had to get on that plane and go back home…

Your Future...

What do you want to be? I don’t know…
Where do you want to live? Somewhere nice.
Do you want to get married? Someday.
Do you want to have kids? I’m not sure.
What would you like their names to be? I’m not sure.
What type of wedding do you want? Hmmmm…
Your Bridemaids? Jen, Cherie, Savannah, and Jessica.
Your dress? White with black lace!

Where do you want it? In a nice church?
What type and color flowers? Roses.
Your own vows or no? Yes! Writing your own vows is very special…

Who will the flower girl be? Uh, a little girl?
Who will the ring boy be? Uh, a little boy?

Randomness...

What was your last dream about? I really don’t know.
Who was in it? I don’t know.
Your two best friends? BEST friends? Uh, Cherie and Jen.

Do you love to shop? Yes.
Whats your favorite store? Probably Lane Bryant.

Your favorite perfume? Cowgirl Chic.  
Are you a purse freak? No. I take my backpack everywhere.
A shoe freak? I only own one pair, so no…
Your favorite song? I don’t have one.
Your favorite funny movie? Happy Gilmore?
Romantic movie? Pretty Woman.
Scary movie? Child’s play.
Restaurant? Olive Garden.
Fast food? Carl’s JR / Jack in the box.
Drink? White Russian.
Fruit? Raspberries and Strawberries.
Food type? Mexican or Chinese, for sure!
Chips? Sun chips!
Ice cream? Strawberry.
Candy/Chocolate? Sneakers?
Favorite Band? Dethklock, Psychostick, Disturbed, System of a down, Linkin Park, Offspring…  
Favorite cd? It always changes.
Favorite singer? Hmmm, Clay Walker, Tobey Keith…  
What annoys you? When people make plans with me then cancel them on the day we’re suppose to hang out.
What makes you happy? Sleeping.
Have you grown as a person in the past year? Yes, very much.
Do you think it shows? Only to those who spend a lot of time with me.

What do you want for Christmas? Andy.
Do you want to be kissed under the mistletoe? That’d be cool…

By who? Andy!
Do you want to hook up with someone by the end of the year? No. I have Andy. He’s all I need.
Where are you going to spend New Years? I spent it at work.
Who are you thinking of right now? Jen, and how fucking lucky she is to go to DisneyLand.
Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? Someone who will love me, be loyal to me, and wont brake my heart…

This is ridiculous. My anti-depressants don't seem to be working anymore. For the first time in awhile, I wish I was dead, and do you know why? No? Well, me either! I have NO fucking idea why I'm depressed! All I feel like doing is sleeping, smoking, and feeling sorry for myself. I don't want to eat, or go outside... I'm everything I hate! I can't even look at myself. I just don't recognize the person in the mirror anymore.

I feel like I'm a burden on everybody that I love. Well, I have always felt like that. But now it's turning into an unhealthy obsession. I'm petrified to talk to anyone for help, because I'm scared that I'm bothering or annoying them. It seems like I'm always bothering people with my problems anyway... I'm just so filled with doubt and hate for myself, that I'm not sure I even want anybodies help. I feel like I'm unworthy... I'm often confused on how anybody can still love me after all the hell I put my family though. (Especially Andy)

I just don't know who I am anymore...  

Today was very interesting. I overslept this morning and got about an extra hour worth of sleep. Grandpa came in my room and took me to school about 7:34am. Got to school, worked on some stuff that’s due tomorrow…

… And that’s about it.

After school I got myself lunch and a smoothie then planned to go to the library. But then I ran into an old High School buddy, Suzanna! We hopped on the bus, and she said she was heading towards the mall. So I decided that I would go too! Sounds better then the library… So we talked for a little bit, got off the bus, and then walked into the mall. But we eventually went our separate ways. So I just sort of wandered around the mall, going into random stores… I wanted to get a Nintendo DS, but their still as expensive as hell. So I bought a new wallet, and walked past “Lucy Lou’s.”

….

Hmmm…

So in the spur of the moment, I walked into the glittery pink store and asked them if they pierced ears... I already have my ears pierced, but something possessed me to want to have a second piercing done. That was a mistake I regret. They showed me which earrings I could choose from, and I picked what I wanted and sat down. They cleaned my ears and marked where they were going to put the second piercing. So I had the manager lady on one ear, and an employee on the other ear, so both of them could be done at the same time.

“Ready, Katie? 1…2…3!”

SNIP-SNAP!

“OW! HOLY CRAP!”

Well… actually, it only hurt for a second. But I must have unknowingly worked myself up because the next thing I know, I’m waking up slouched forward with a security guard and the manager lady who pierced my ears staring at me. …. Yeah, I passed out. But I tried hiding my embarrassment by turning to the manager and saying.. “Does this mean I get a discount?”

So I ask to lie down on the floor and I should have known this was going to happen… I throw up, all over her floor… And I’m incredibly embarrassed to no end. I’m apologizing non-stop… A medic guy shows up, and he asks if I need medical attention. But I turn him down right away, last thing I want is to cause a scene... They gave me a cup of water, I paid them, and left. But the manager was actually very nice and understanding during the whole situation... I still felt bad, though.

This is the second time something like this has happened! I mean, the first time I was getting my blood drawn, I pass out, wake up, and threw up. I wasn’t embarrassed because I was at a doctors office, and those things happen… But in a public place?? Plus, it didn’t even hurt that bad! What’s wrong with me? Am I just THAT much of a wuss??

Bah… I was planning to get a tattoo one day, but now I’m not so sure I can handle it.

Anyway, after I left Lucy Lou’s… I ran into another old high school friend, Heather! Chatted with her for a bit, then left the mall, hopped on the bus, went to the bank, and ate at Dennys! (Since I threw up my lunch...) And here I am at the library! Whoo!

… Yeah, anyway… I'm never going to the mall again.

-Spoongoon

Things I learned at Walgreens:

1. The costumer is always right… up their ass.

2. There is no such thing as Thanksgiving. After Halloween, Christmas products are immediately put up over night by the holiday Nazis.

3. Since Walgreens in suppose to be your “local neighborhood store” people come in not caring what they look like. Example? No shirt, no shoes. At one point, somebody came in the store with their Speedos and a robe.

4. Nothing is played over the intercom expect oldies and they never update their play list. You begin to know the songs by heart, and even recognized which order their going to play them in on each day you work. Eventually you learn to drown it out by the constant screaming in your head.

5. NEVER GO INTO THE FREEZER AFTER THE STORE IS CLOSED. Your co-workers will fucking forget about you and lock it!

6. When December rolls around, you begin to hate Christmas music. Jingle bells especially since they play every other fucking version of that song. From Grandpa Jones to Jessica Simpson.

7. If you greet a male costumer, they automatically think you’re hitting on them. Then you have to deal with their next visit, when they either ask you out to dinner, give you a crappy pick up line, or just walk up to the counter and stare at your boobs.

8. The stockroom + three packages of toilet paper = nap time.

9. When cleaning the store after you close, it is NOT a wise idea to have a cart race in the glass and candle isle.

10. People steal the stupidest stuff. Condoms, toothbrushes, band aids, and one time I even found an empty box of popcorn. …Seriously, what the fuck?

I started working at Walgreens on December 12^th, 2006. Tomorrow will be my one year anniversary, and I didn’t realize it until my boss walked up to my on Saturday and handed me a crappy pin that said “1 year at Walgreens.” …. Thanks for reminding me, asshole. Last thing I want to think about is how long I’ve been at Walgreens.

I wouldn’t hate my job so much if I didn’t have to deal with the costumers at Walgreens.. There are many types of people that come to Walgreens. Here are some actual situations and types of people I’ve had to deal with… Plus my thoughts and advice on how other retail workers can handle similar situations with certain types of people.

Type #1: The morons.

Take this costumer for example…

Costumer: These M&M’s are on sale with this coupon.

Katie: Okay, let me scan those for you…

Costumer: Wait! Wait! The price didn’t reduce..

Katie: … I haven’t scanned the coupon yet.

Costumer: … Oh.

Looking at this situation again…

Even though the costumer has it in her head that the item is on sale with the coupon, she automatically freaks out if the price isn’t reduced right away. So what does that tell you?

Now what...?

People are penny pinching morons and/or are afraid they are going to get ripped off. It doesn’t matter how much the coupon offers to save them, it could be 11 cents or lower… If the costumer doesn’t get their 11 cents off the item they want (Weather it’s M&M’s or Walgreens brand Lubricant…) They’re going to raise hell and hold up the line. If the coupon for some reason isn't ringing up, try offering them the Walgreens brand M&M's..

Type #2: The pissy people.

Let’s look at another example…

Costumer: These items rang up wrong. Fix it.

Katie: I’m sorry for the mix up sir, if you would kindly just step over to the Photo Department I’ll have a manager help you…

Costumer: NO! YOU’RE the one who rang me up, so YOU’RE the one who’s going to help me!

Katie: I don’t have any control over how my register scans the items…

Costumer: You should! You work here don’t you??

Katie: That doesn’t mean I program the registers…

Costumer: This is ridiculous, just fucking ridiculous!

Katie: *Pages the Manager*

Looking at this situation again…

Pissy people expect no mistakes to happen not only at the store, but they also expect no mistakes to happen in their life and when a mistake DOES happen, they don’t know how to handle it and blow up. Their stubborn, and expect perfection and answers immediately. So how does one handle this situation better?

Now what...? 

You can’t win, so don’t even try. Instead, repeat yourself. Don’t argue with them, and keep repeating that they should go to the Costumer Service counter so the Manager can help them. Why? If you refuse to argue with them, like a child, they’ll eventually grow bored, give up and leave you alone.

Type #3: Old people.

This one made me laugh afterwards…

Old Costumer: Those vitamins are buy one get one free.

Katie: Yes sir, that’s how they rang. Buy one get one free.

Old Costumer: But they both rang up as the same price.

Katie: No sir, it didn’t. It rang up as zero dollars, which means it’s free.

Old Costumer: Well why isn’t my receipt printing?

Katie: You have to pay first.

Old Costumer: For my receipt??

Katie: …No, for your items.

Old Costumer: Oh… But the second bottle didn’t ring up as free.

Katie: Sir, it rang up as zero dollars. That’s the same thing as free.

Old Costumer: What about tax??

Katie: …What about it?

Old Costumer: Do I have to pay taxes on my free bottle?

Katie: Sir, this is Scottsdale, you have to pay taxes for everything.

Old Costumer: Is that a yes?

Katie: …Yes.

Old Costumer: I want to talk to the manager…

Katie: …Alright. *Pages the Manger*  

The Manager shows up and at this point, I explain to him what happened, and the old costumer pretty much asks the manager the SAME questions he asked me, and got the SAME answers. And do you know what he said…?

Old Costumer: Oh, okay then.

OKAY THEN?! You mean you couldn’t take MY word for it, and had to waste my boss’ time with questions I already answered?

Looking at the situation again…

I’ve learned that people (especially old people) always need at least two people to explain the situation to them before they get what’s going on.

Now what...?

Old people (or at least the one’s I had to deal with..) look down on younger people like we don’t know anything. So to avoid one of those “back in my day” speeches, let them believe what they want. Call a manager up there to prove them wrong if you have to, but whatever you do… DO NOT threaten their intelligence. You won’t hear the end of it…

Type #4: Kids

I don’t NORMALLY have trouble with kids, however…

Katie: Okay, your total is 10 dollars even.

Kid Costumer: *Hands over a 20 dollar bill*

Katie: And 10 dollars is your change. Thank you! Would you like your receipt?

Kid Costumer: Nope!

[Fifteen minutes later…]

Parent: *Comes in with a crying child* You overcharged my kid!

Katie: … Um, no I didn’t.

Parent: Where’s the receipt?

Katie: Your child didn’t want it, I threw it away.

Parent: Bullshit! You probably overcharged my kid and fuck up his change too, didn’t you?

Katie: No sir.. I think this might be a simple case of buyer’s remorse. Would you like a refund?

Parent: @#$%&*!!!

Looking at this situation again…

Why did the parent assume I ripped of their kid? When I was young, my parents always told me to count my change if I ever bought anything. They were under the impression that retail stores jip kids of their money, and I believed them until I actually worked in a retail store… And trust me, it’s anything but.

Now what...? 

So what can you do to make sure it doesn’t happen again? Give the kid the receipt. Weather they ask for it or not. Oh! And if they’re constantly asking you how much something is… Be careful, they’re most likely a “penny costumer.” (Costumers, usually kids and smokers who pay in change…)

Type #5: The locals

This happened no more then a week ago…

Costumer: I would like to pay with a check.

Katie: Okay, I just need to see your ID or drivers licenses.

Costumer: I don’t seem to have it with me… That’s okay, I’ve been writing checks here for years!

Katie: … That’s good to hear, but to write a check we require you to have ID.

Costumer: But I’ve been coming here for years!

Katie: It’s part of our policy. I’m sorry, but if you don’t have your ID…  

Costumer: … I don’t believe this! I always write checks here!

Katie: I’m sorry, you can talk to the manager if you’d like…

Costumer: …. *Thinks about it and holds up the line*

Katie: *Sighs* …

Looking at the situation…

The person thinks their something special just because they go to Walgreens on a regular basis. Is that something people are proud of? Supposedly, yes…

Now what...?

So what do you do? If it was up to me, every time a paying order can’t go through for whatever reason, I would just usher their ass out the door. Plane and simple. However, if your not as blunt as I am… Suggest another way to pay for it, or usher them towards costumer service. If they argue with you, remember what I said… repeat yourself. They’ll grow bored and leave you alone.

Type #6: The wanderers.

This one probably isn’t even worth explaining…

Costumer: Do you have ping-pong balls?

Katie: No, sorry.

Costumer: *Walks to another employee* Do you have any ping-pong balls?

Employee: No, I don’t believe we do.

Costumer: *Walks to another employee* Do you have any ping-pong balls?

Looking at the situation…

….Annoying isn’t it?

Now what...?

Suggest they go to another Walgreens. Or be blissfully blunt and tell them that they’re going to get the same answer no matter who they ask. (Of course, I got in trouble for that…)

I wont go into all the different types of people I deal with every weekend, it’s just not worth it. Although, it’s not just the costumers…

You know those commercials that tell you how much Walgreens cares? …It’s bullshit. The Walgreens Company is blowing smoke out of their asses. Walgreens has to have the WORST costumer service system I’ve ever seen. The prices on sales NEVER scan correctly, and then the costumer automatically blames the person at the register, which is usually me… Do they honestly think I have any control over how the register scans the item?

We get sale price tags we have to hang up every Saturday, and nearly half the price tags the company gives us don’t even have a place in the store because we don’t sell that item! We walk through the entire fucking store until we finally realize we’re looking for something we don’t even sell! What the fuck?? Why waste our time with sending us tags for stuff we don’t even sell? Please, somebody tell me, because nobody at the fucking store seems to have the answer.

So my final words to those who DON’T work at Walgreens? …. I envy you.

-Spoongoon

I woke up exhausted but what can you do? I seem to have developed some sort of sleeping disorder, as if I didn’t sleep well enough to begin with… I keep having random nightmares, and waking up through out the night. I can’t seem to stay asleep… And the nightmares don’t seem to be linked in anyway, so I don’t know… Something I have to deal with, I suppose. Maybe it’ll go away in time…

But other then that today has been pretty good. I got on the school bus, went to school… for about five minutes, then walked off campus and headed right for the public bus stop. The first stop was at the Bank. But they were closed until two hours later so I just sort of lingered outside, cold… When they finally opened, I deposited my check, ate at Denny’s, and then hopped on the public bus to the mall… While there, I bought myself a spiked bracelet, a spiked collar necklace, a jeweled collar necklace, and some lotions and perfumes. (Basically shit I don’t need.) I also bought Andy’s gift… I won’t say what it is, because he has my Journal link saved in his computer, but I honestly doubt that he reads it. …You never know.

However, I will give you some details… I went to two different stores to see which one was going to sell me what I want for less. But in the end, I liked the more expensive item… The less expensive item just didn’t catch my eye as well. (Even though it was fifty bucks cheaper.) So I bought the more expensive gift, and walked around the mall for a bit…

….

Ya know? When I watch those ‘Judge Judy’ & ‘Judge Joe Brown’ shows where the ex-girlfriends are suing their ex-boyfriends for the money and things they wasted on them, but always end up making fools of themselves…  I always wonder why the fuck the girlfriends spend so much money on their boyfriends. It just never made any sense to me. But here I am, spending more then I should on him, and I still don’t understand why girls spend so much on their boyfriends! It’s weird… All I can say is that he better be thankful. Now I’m broke until next week…

Anyway, I left the mall and was on my way to the CD store when I saw a bunch of Spanish protesters in the street. For some reason or another, I smiled… I’ve always seen protesters on TV but never in real life. It was kind of exciting. Even though I didn’t know what they were protesting, I wanted to grab a sign and join them. Just to be part of something. XD

But I kept walking and went into the CD store, bought two System Of A Down CD’s and a new CD player. (Let’s see if this one will last longer then my other one…) Then hopped back onto the public bus; stopped to get cigarettes and then walked to the Library. Today was pretty good. So far I haven’t been depressed or thought about how much I miss Andy. Which is good. I love the guy, but it’s nice to be thinking about something else for once… Such as what I am getting my family for Christmas, and when I’m going to put the Christmas lights up.

Oh snap!

That reminds me; my Grandma said yesterday that she is going to send little notes or call all my relatives and tell them that were not going to have Christmas breakfast this year… All of my family; since as long as I can remember, use to go to my Grandpa’s house and he’d fix us breakfast, and then we’d all sit down and open presents… I was actually looking forward to it this year. …Despite I no longer get along with my Dad, his wife, and my uncles girlfriend… I was planning on telling Grandpa what Grandma was up to (She shouldn’t have told me…) but I decided to either let him figure it out for himself, or to just let it go… Grandpa has been having a hard time lately anyway.

A few weeks ago he had to go into the hospital because he was puking up blood. He came home four days later, and seemed to be better, but he was told he couldn’t take any pain medication otherwise his stomach would get irritated and he could threw out blood again. …I guess pain medication is harsh on your stomach. So he would always limp around the house, and grunt in pain. Which always made me feel bad that I couldn’t do anything to make him feel better. Then yesterday he called the Doctors because he wasn’t feeling good and my Uncle was suppose to take him, but he was late or some bullshit like that. So Grandpa threw up and then fucking drove himself… I went with him to make sure nothing was going to happen. We got there okay, but it was hard to watch my Grandpa sit in the waiting room in so much pain… My uncle and his girlfriend showed up and took me home.

So I got home… Went for a walk, and met up with my old work buddy Andrew. He had some friends with him and we all talked about random shit, and did some fishing on the side. I mostly just sat back, and smoked. It took my mind of the worry I was feeling for my Grandpa… Plus half a can of beer helped too. After Andrew felt drunk enough, he went home and I walked back to the house to see Grandpa there. He’s doing better, and even got some medicine to help with the pain. Supposedly something that isn’t going to be harsh on his stomach… We’ll see.

Well, that’s all for now. Cherie, Mouse and I are going to hang out today and watch some movies. That should be fun…

Catch ya on the flip side,

-Spoongoon

1. Get kissed under the mistletoe or in the snow?
There is just something magical about getting kissed in the snow… Or, ya know, that’s how Hollywood puts it.

2. Santa or Rudolph?
Omg, Rudolph! :D

3. Stocking or presents?
Presents, dur..

4. Egg nog or hot cider ?
PEPSI, Mother fuckas! 

5. Angel or star?
Angel’s are cooler… 

6. Decorating the tree, or putting lights on the outside?
I like putting lights outside better…  But I always end up decorating that damn tree. BAH!

7. Warm cozy fires or sleigh rides?
SLEIGH RIDES! Run ‘em over! Children and old ladies are BONUS POINTS! :D

8. Family time or friend time?
Hmmmm… 

9. Expensive presents or presents that come from the heart?
Expensive presents come from the heart too, ya know…

10. Snowball fight or snowman?
Well, I’m not in a snowy environment… But if I could, I would do snowball fight first. THEN snowman. :>

11.Coal or present?
Presents! PREEESSEEENNNTTSSS!!!

12. Open presents quick or slow?
Quick, ‘fo sho! 

13. Diamonds or rubies?
Diamonds, they’re shiny… Oooo…

14. Caroling or Christmas stories?
A story would be nice… But not one of those crappy Christmas stories… I want MYSTERY, VIOLENCE, and ACTION in MY story. :D

15. Snowy days or ice days?
Snowy days. Boooo ice! D:

16.Red or Green?
Green is the shit… But Red and Green together are cool too!

17. Best christmas present received?
Hmmmm… I got a lot of nice things when I was a kid. But I guess recently a couple of Christmas’ ago I got a bike… I never use it, but it’s nice to have it. XD

18. Whats the number one thing you want for Christmas?
Andy. :<

19. Have you ever been kissed under mistletoe?
Nope!

20. Age you stopped believing in Santa Claus:
THERE’S NO SANTA?! O.O

 
21. Do you send thank you notes?
No, but I think about it…

22. Do you wake your parents up early to open presents?
I use to when I was little. But now that I’m an adult, my relatives usually have to wake ME up.