A few days ago I helped my first customer open carrying a gun. This is legal in the wonderful state of Arizona, so I couldn’t deny service. He was an interesting character. Looking for a computer to use for work. I asked what he did. He said he was self employed, doing “security and errands”. Really made me think he was a mobster.
I know that I must have helped people who are concealed carrying, but this was the first time I’ve helped someone with a visible gun on their hip. And you bet your ass it scared the ever loving shit outa me. I would have done anything to get away from him. I nearly passed him off to another employee. The simple presence of a gun changed how I acted, to be cautious and to give way. The sharp difference in power made me feel like I was on the edge of a cliff and someone could or couldn’t push me off on a whim.
The way he left was fucking weird too. I showed him a computer that he liked, he said that he really wanted it but forgot his wallet in the car. He told me he’d be back in a minute. He never came back. What the fuck dude. Was your sole purpose to give me an aneurysm?
I’m becoming increasingly tired of every person who comes in to work after having read a book on how to get what you want from the early 90s. A customer stopped me when I was in a different department and said “Hey Peter, here’s what you can do for me” with such strong emphasis on my name that I nearly rolled my eyes out of their sockets. I get it. I work in a service industry and you think you can just command me. Get in fucking line.
My goal at work is to be able to sell cameras without asking for help and/or crying. That is a harder job than you might think. Camera customers really like to step on your feelings and then take a really nice picture of your resulting embarrassing.
I finally had to get a new driver’s license. I had promised myself that’d I’d only renew in Wisconsin until I had a permanent address somewhere… like a house or something, but apparently that didn’t happen. Now I have this new one until I’m like 60. Puts a bad taste in my mouth. I like my life at present, but I have no love of Arizona.
The cat is of the opinion that her favorite time for dedicated pets is around 12:30/1 am. She waits for me to go to the bathroom and then slides in the room when the door is open. After that, no sleepy for me. Nope, it is Mago time, and it only ends when she wills it.
Now that all the mystery has been lifted, I’m back to being disinterested in the New Super Smash Bros games. I want to play them, sure, but I remember how boring Brawl was, even with the story mode. Gameplay never varied enough. It was just a game for friends in the room with you, and even then we tended to hate each other afterward.
i read that as aloe pants, had to reread like 2hrs later. All slong wondering what aloe pants feel like and how the fuck you put them on,aloe pants… aloe pants…2hours of wondering wtf.We have aloe nitrile gloves,but omg pants? no more dry thighs!
This is my favorite reply. Probably ever.
I think my aloe plants are dead. They certainly haven’t been bouncing back. I have finally killed all five plants left to my care. Fortunately I now have my Marimos so I can maintain some kind of green thumb dignity.
I just realized that I have a legitimate chance of meeting some of the awesome people that I follow at work. If you find yourselves in Chandler, pop by the Best Buy and you’ll likely find me there.
commonplacecaz said: Don't mind me I'm just sitting here nodding because pear cider is the BOMB.
Take a drink for every time pear cider is delicious! *drops dead*