Hi Everyone,
I honestly don’t know how I make it through a day without screaming. This is what I mean.
Mornings are no longer my friend. I am telling you this because not only do I like lazing in bed when I can, I have (almost) mastered the art of hauling my ass to the required destination in the least amount of time. Like last Friday morning.
Even though I woke up and started tweeting before 5:30 am, I stayed in bed until well, the last minute. Forgetting to allow for extra time I ran over and around as many puddles and piles of slush as I could. Snow, slush and society barely slowed me down. Once at McDonald’s I knew I had 5 minutes to make it to work but I ordered a coffee anyway. I needed it. My boots were wet. My thick socks did the best they could but my feet were starting to feel it.
With coffee in hand, I was at work 6 minutes late, I had two text messages from a man I have been waiting to hear from that I could not open, let alone answer, because my superior who left to call me, because I was late, just entered the room. Thankfully everyone was scheduled for 2 hours and we were done before 10:30am. We cracked wise at every chance but the belly laughs were the best! Just for the record some days I work at that job for 2 hours because I have 10 or 11 hour days with (a lot) of prep in between.
Once work was done, I headed to the bank. After the teller tried to convince me that I had incurred the fees I was charged, I calmly restated my case, sent a text, had the fees reversed, got my cash which I normally only do on Mondays and was off to the mall, otherwise known as the Eaton Centre.
A slew of emails with specials from one of my favourite retailers had me brainwashed into believing I needed more products. Luckily it took me less than (what felt like) 20 minutes to decide all I needed was one thing. I bought an eye liner only because I love the colour and would hate to have to try to match it if it ever got discontinued. It was a sanity purchase. But I will admit that I really wanted to buy more, I just could not think of anything else I needed, or wanted. Although I did get a price for item I can buy anywhere.
Before I left the Eaton Centre, I walked around and forgot about the comparison shopping I wanted to do so I went to the Shopper’s Drug Mart at Yonge and Dundas Square. The first person I saw was this male makeup artist who works in the cosmetic department, aka, Beauty Boutique.
I have been avoiding him ever since the first time he served me. In the less than the two and half minutes it took him to ring me in, all he did was whine, complain and, in my opinion, try to get me to feel sorry for him. According to him he has an issue with his heart, Ibuprofen, which I was I was buying, cost too much. Not only has he not been buying Ibuprofen, he has been skipping his heart medications because, “It’s just too expensive.” Employees of Shopper’s Drug Mart get a discount (sometimes 30%) and full-time employees like him are in the store all the time so they know what is on sale or going on sale. He also gets an hourly rate and commission which I think is 3% for every cosmetic related sale.
Now every time I see him, I get away from him as soon as I can. Looking sad and despondent, he saw and greeted me as I semi-rushed past him. Seconds later I heard his voice on the PA calling a male to the beauty department. I am of the belief that he called security on me. Great now he thinks I am a thief? I continued looking around, found one thing and spotted him pointing me out to a young man as I made my way to cash. Yep! He called security on me.
When I asked about the item I went into the store for, he got all jumpy and weirder than normal. I wasn’t thrilled he called security on me, but I wasn’t about to attack anyone or destroy the place. Besides, the first (and only time) he served me, I was wearing the same coat, same boots, same scarf and knapsack. If I didn’t look like a criminal then walking around all three floors, then how did I look like one on Friday when I was only on one floor? Something is wrong with him. Anyway, as the woman behind the counter was doing a price check I requested, I told her, “That guy bugs me.” She nodded and eyed my knapsack.
After that ordeal I went to the Atrium because I needed to go to the LCBO. There I spent more than I wanted because I was pissed off and everything looked great! I also love to have a variety of alcohol around because I never know what I am going to feel like drinking. Since I don’t drink a lot, I usually forget that I have what I do. Or I drink so little that everything lasts forever. I am serious.
Considering that all of that happened before 11:20 am, I am going to make this very long story shorter by adding one last thing.
Later that day as I was watching a talk show called, The Talk, one of the hosts said that she was shy. I am sure that is true. However, it has been my experience that when people I know even remotely, tell me they are shy, they aren’t. It is the biggest lie going. People will tell you anything. Don’t believe what you hear. Believe what you see.
The point of today’s blog is that I want to have fun or as much fun as I can. Work was great, but everything after that was a crap shoot.
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
P.S. Every female I have met, who believes in L.O.V.E., you know, Legs Open Very Easily always say they are shy just before they bad mouth everyone who keeps their legs closed!
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