wren

You know, after all of these years working in retail, I didn't think I could hate X-Mas any more than I did working in Electronics. Constant bitching about things being too expensive and why isn't the PS3 out yet and where is the new Garth Brooks cee dee and so on. But damn if Bakery isn't worse. I hardly have to deal with customers over there and that is really fucking cool, but the craziness that I exchanged the customers for might not have been that even. There are pallets and pallets of pies and bread dough and donut glaze and croissants in the freezers and they are ALL my responsibility. And today somehow we managed to run out of pies on the shelf even though we have eleventykabillion of the goddamn things in the freezer. I would've been embarassed if I hadn't been laughing so hard.

Assistant Manager: "WTF?! Why the hell are these pies empty?! There is no reason the pies should be empty!"
Me: "BAHAHAHA!"

My assistant manager is really cool, though, and I think she understands that I'm just overwhelmed. I've never worked in grocery before, and it's a lot different than working in Electronics. I really can't complain. The money is better, the job is a nice change of pace and I get to tell people what to do.

I had a pretty good Thanksgiving vacation even though I spent most of it in the car. My immediate family and I went to my aunt's place in Chi-town to meet up with the rest of my relatives for dinner. My aunt lives about ten miles from O'Hare so traffic was horrible. Horrible. Plus, my aunts are on crack and got into a big screaming match about mashed potatoes of all things*. And then they cried and hugged each other, because women are fucking wackoloons. But I got to see family that I don't see all year long and that's good. And I ate five different kinds of pie! FIVE!

*Apparently putting one cup of cream cheese into 20 lbs of mashed potatoes qualifies as "ruining dinner".