just a little update

So I quit my retail job today. I managed it for two months. Although it did make the time go by fast, no minimum wage job should stress a person out which is exactly what this job did for me. And having a discount at said retail job wasn't even a benefit because I never wanted to be in the store when I wasn't working. Anyway, so that's done and the job search continues....

We got a new restaurant opening on Guam! Applebees! Right next door to a Chili's and right down the street from a Ruby Tuesdays. Seriously? Whose idea was this? So gross. J and I did visit a newly opened restaurant called Papa's. The restaurant is beautiful and the entire back side of the restaurant is windows so there are incredible views of the island. They had a fancy lounge with a bar that smelled of mahogany and leather. Unfortunately, they also had some lounge singers that reminded me of The Culps from SNL:

Not only that but "The Culps" decided to let an old man sitting in the lounge sing a song. What is this? Karaoke? The man sounded like he had been smoking Marlboros since birth. Thank goodness our table became available just as this man was on the second line of "Georgia On My Mind." So while the atmosphere of this restaurant is super fancy, the food may be a little too quirky and fancy for the island. J's whipped potatoes tasted like pudding. My short rib ravioli seemed to come with a side of cat food. Criminalities!

a pox on your house

So I started working a part time retail job just to pass the time. Never again did I think that I would be working in the world of retail but, alas, here I am slinging for minimum wage. It does make the time go by faster and I've also lost weight from standing and moving around so much so there's a bonus.

Unfortunately, what comes hand in hand with working a retail job is that inevitably you will be dealing with disgruntled customers at some point. I made it a month before dealing with such nonsense. I had a lovely woman who became completely enraged with me. Why you ask? Is it because I punched her in the face? Or because I called her an old, fat hag?  No, no, no. It's because I asked her for her ID in order to process her return. Apparently, this is a strenuous activity. So, captain happy pants, hands me her ID and makes a comment about how she's never had to show her ID before. Riiiiiight because the store just started this policy yesterday. Which prompts her to say, "Oh, you must be new. This is just great." Like seriously, lady? During our interaction, there was nothing, absolutely NOTHING, about my temperament that warranted any nastiness from her. I was bubbly, then patient, then apologetic.

I get her return processed. Unfortunately, the computer puts part of her credit onto a store credit and, as a lowly sales associate, I can't tell the computer what to do.  It didn't make sense why the computer was doing this so I had to call over a manager who then called over another manager who then had to call a third manager. And do you want to guess who is taking the brunt of captain happy pants' frustration during this whole ordeal?  Yours truly. I was so angry that I was shaking by the time she shuffled away into the store to do some more shopping. Unbelievable.