Typos, but that is only because *I* make them.
Oh wait, this post is about so much more.
I am still on my superwomen trip. The FUNNY thing is that *I* know I am going to crash and burn and probably soon. It usually ends up, I am in a ball on the floor crying, but DANG it that floor is gonna be clean! I have half a craft room. That is right half. The other half is still in the man room. But I am bribing LeeLee (dear friend who now has a blogging nick name, I told her she was too involved in my daily life to not have a nickname.) with a Ranch Pasta dinner to come help me move the big stuff. She is no longer gonna be my friend when she sees what is left to do. I will throw myself at her feet and tell her of all the prep I had to do last night in order to get that far. Then serve her Ranch Pasta.
So last night before I went to bed, I was determined to make friends with a box of hair dye. I think the front of my hair is now all grey. Really. Stop laughing. But I hit the wall and I was in bed editing client photos and then next thing I know it is 3 am, I am dead gone with the laptop on my lap and my camera in my hand. Maggie was sleeping next to me. Remember Maggie is the dog. So there was no making friends with a box of dye. DANG IT! I did not finish the photos, BUT I did go to bed with a clean home and no dishes to wash in the sink. But the laundry is still on that table in the living room. Before Cat and her mom get to my home today I will throw it in my bedroom.
Oh wait the reason for my post title. I worked at Target now over a year ago. So a year ago, I started at my current place of employment. I thought those people drove me insane with the stupid things they would come up with. Well, I have been topped. Here is a sample of what I now deal with.
Can you please write this check out for me cause I do not know how. (I will but then I am going to put it in my account, not really but you know I thought about it)
What do you mean, an account number? (Am I suppose to guess who you are?)
I know I am overdrawn but can you cash this check anyway? (Really did you just ask that?)
There are countless other stories but I stop because this post will go south and fast.
Plus I am still trying to be superwomen. So until next time....
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When I was a teller my biggest fear was the old people who had been there for like 50 years who would get angry because we would ask for their id. In Spokane, WA they expect that you should know their names every time. They would seriously yell at us and give us a lecture because they didn't want to show id. And, by the way, my husband is one of those can you write my account number. He hands them his debit card expecting that they can just find it with that number. You might be able to now, but 9 years ago it was a long process. I have just tried to make sure I go so they don't have to deal with him :)
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