Saturday, September 30, 2006

To: The masses

From: The me

I can't update often 'cause my internet has gone to poo recently so I'm writing this from the library.

First things first....Crazy lady story

At roughly 8 pm at work last week a woman dressed all in black wanders in the store. She starts buying all sorts of halloween stuff, I think "oh she's having a party" and go with that. I go back to helping another customer. I turn around and she has the entire contents of the Halloween display table in her hands or on the cash check-out counter. She looks at me and says "I really like your store" mumbles something to herself and then leaves the stuff on the cash register desk and goes to the Halloween card section. I figure we should start ringing stuff up at this point. So I tell the part-timer to go help the other customer, I'll help this one. I look up from the current stash and much to my shock I see that there are only 4 sets of cards left on the Halloween wall. The rest are on the ground. She has taken EVERY OTHER CARD! and when I mean 1 of every other card I mean not just one of each, I mean the whole stinking set. I go over to her and she says "I want these too" to my blank and uncomprehending face and heads towards the birthday section. Welp, some people have more money than God, I think and pick the piles up and bring them over to the cash register too. I ring up about half of them and then notice a pattern...she's started at the front of the store and taken all but about 6 sets of cards down in each bay. I say "ma'am do you want all of those too?!" loudly from across the store and she says "yes" and then mumbles something incomprehensible at this point. She is showing no signs of stopping despite the fact that it's 9:00 (when the store closes), so I escort the other customers out and call my manager. My manager goes crazy and says "I'll be right there!" and she's very giddy when she walks in 20 minutes later and the lady is still going to town. We have to call the other manager to help ring stuff up. The other manager WALKS to the store and starts baggin stuff. We start putting the bags at the front of the store. SEVENTEEN-THOUSAND DOLLARS LATER, that's right folks that's $17,000.00, and at 11PM the manager asks her "and how will you be paying for this" she says "personal check"...

"pardon me?"

"Oh I'm giving you a check...I don't believe in credit cards....*mumble mumble"

At this point I have to sit down. This woman isn't kidding, she actually wants us to take a check for 3/4 of our store's contents at 11pm at night when no banks are open. sorry bucko, you're gonna have to leave us a phone number and come back tomorrow. She leaves without incident, but our store is in bags and what's left on the wall is in shambles. We call the next day, we can't even leave a voicemail. We put all the stuff back the next day and we figure she was as close to a genuinely OCD shopper we'll ever see. I was real tired when I opened the next morning.

and then on the following day I went to church and it was good and afterwards there was art, and people were showing it. I put some of my photography on a grid thing, and that was cool.

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so that's what I was supposed to write about last week but never did, 'cause I went to Dordt on the weekend and it was awesomeness. I got to see many many friends that I miss and got to be in a few games for Comedy League again. I dominated Questions and life was very very good. I got all bittersweet and stuff later on 'cause I know it's mostly over now.

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Life's gotten real difficult lately. I feel like God's doing that thing again where He says "My grace is sufficient. So I'm gonna force you to rely only on me again, bucko" and then if God sticks his tongue out at people and makes the "pffffft" sound, he would do that.

You see, I had the nerve to think I was finally getting a handle on this being a grown-up buisness, (i.e. having a job and paying rent and eating food thing) and then I find out my roomate will most likely be getting a new job. A new job that's perfect for her and pretty much directly from God. The thing is, it's in Iowa. It's in Iowa in December. *gulp*

Anybody want to live with me?


Saturday, September 16, 2006

life...being...absorbed....

by 24.
Man is it good.
I'm officially addicted and I've stopped fighting it now...what can you do?
Even Jack Bauer himself couldn't stop this...ok maybe he could, but only him.
I can't believe there are going to be eight whole seasons of this, whelp, at least I don't have homework!
P.S. My internet is working in a more consistant fashion: hip-hip-HUZZAH

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

lost potential or hope renewed

my intertron has been down as of late...sorry. Hopefully it'll stick it out long enough for me to update.

Tomorrow I'm going to call the Hennepin County Juvenile Corrections Supervisor and say "Thanks so much, but I don't want the job."

It took me awhile to figure that out.

For several reasons I sorta wanted to be a Juvenile Corrections Officer:
A) It's a job that actually requires a degree
B) I get to learn "restraint holds" for 3 weeks of training
C) I get to hang out with troubled teens
D) It pays significantly better than my current job

So why didn't I take it and run you might ask??? Well, the thing is it's not really a social work job, it's a glorified jail guard/night babysitter job. I wouldn't have the opportunity to work with these kids and get them the resources they need...I'd just get to know them, hear their life stories and say..."man, that sucks."
I'd also be giving up the chance to be in a small group at my church, and Jeremy and I already chatted about it and figured out that we don't want to be going to a church that we can't be actively involved in.
It's also nights and weekends, which doesn't help if I want to attempt to have/create a social life for myself here in Minnesota, go see a Dordtian play at some point, or see my family or at least talk to them while they're conscious.
Oh and I suppose it might be wise to attempt to not put myself in situations that could very likely 'cause bodily harm.

I know I've wanted a "real" job real bad this whole summer...but certain things I probably shouldn't sacrifice, and so I will continue to reluctantly tell the rude old women who ask me at work "well this can't be your real job, what do you actually do?" that gosh darn it, retail is my real job right now and imply by my gaze that they should now feel ashamed of themselves. I'm very sure God's humbling me though...quite positive in fact....and I think that's good.

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