my finger is red and throbbing. painful.
Sep. 15th, 2004 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyFun with my eyesight! :
Clark sets out to forsake everything, including his secret, so that he and Lana can be together.
What I read: Clark sets out to forsake everything, including his secret, so that he and Lex can be together.
To Do Today:
Watch my Kate Hudson movies
return dangerous angels
call ryan
hunt down mandy's number and wish her a happy birthday
hunt down cass and ask her when she's free this weekend
Write
Okay. So last night was freakishly weird and then wonderful all at the same time. The bad? A couple of nights ago this dude came in wearing a Harry Potter bookbag and walked around the store a lot. I was willing to bet any amount of money he was shoplifting, but since I had customers to deal with, there was very little I could do. So just as I'm ringing up the last customer, HP dude walks out the doors and sets the usually dead alarm off. Boys & girls, if that alarm goes off, you had to have stolen something. It doesn't go off for cell phones and other funny things like the other door. Noo.
So when I saw him last night, I kind of followed him. Sort of. Actually, the dumbass followed me, and I doubled back and followed him in time to catch him shoving something in his bookbag that he so conviently left behind the sunscreen display so Rose couldn't see him. So I call Mad Madam H [the manager] and tell her as much. Unfortunately before I could do that, I was struck by the need to cough, so I locked eyes with Shoplifting Non-Harry. So, Ms. H is called and she comes out just as the dumbass comes back in. But she can't do much except go look at the security tapes, where of course he can't be seen actually shoving the crap in his bookbag. Argh. Hours later, 7-ish, he comes back. He notices me and then saunters up to the counter and *drumroll* starts fucking hitting on me. WTF? Dude, I did not let your stealing slide. There's just obviously very little I can do other than call every freakin' manager in the store and have them circle you like hawks. Which I did, and they did. Then he comes back to the front and asks if we sell digital scales. The fuckwit asked me that two days ago. Which is when I realized this is the third night, at least, he's come in. Jesus. Can't we put him on the shitlist now?
The good? I got to set up part of the Halloween aisle. Which was painful, actually since my middle finger is infected [ow!] and a lot of the stuff was trying to put up the pegs and shtuff for the costumes to hang on. Ick. But we did get to put up some of the spiffier stuff. :D
Clark sets out to forsake everything, including his secret, so that he and Lana can be together.
What I read: Clark sets out to forsake everything, including his secret, so that he and Lex can be together.
To Do Today:
Watch my Kate Hudson movies
return dangerous angels
call ryan
hunt down mandy's number and wish her a happy birthday
hunt down cass and ask her when she's free this weekend
Write
Okay. So last night was freakishly weird and then wonderful all at the same time. The bad? A couple of nights ago this dude came in wearing a Harry Potter bookbag and walked around the store a lot. I was willing to bet any amount of money he was shoplifting, but since I had customers to deal with, there was very little I could do. So just as I'm ringing up the last customer, HP dude walks out the doors and sets the usually dead alarm off. Boys & girls, if that alarm goes off, you had to have stolen something. It doesn't go off for cell phones and other funny things like the other door. Noo.
So when I saw him last night, I kind of followed him. Sort of. Actually, the dumbass followed me, and I doubled back and followed him in time to catch him shoving something in his bookbag that he so conviently left behind the sunscreen display so Rose couldn't see him. So I call Mad Madam H [the manager] and tell her as much. Unfortunately before I could do that, I was struck by the need to cough, so I locked eyes with Shoplifting Non-Harry. So, Ms. H is called and she comes out just as the dumbass comes back in. But she can't do much except go look at the security tapes, where of course he can't be seen actually shoving the crap in his bookbag. Argh. Hours later, 7-ish, he comes back. He notices me and then saunters up to the counter and *drumroll* starts fucking hitting on me. WTF? Dude, I did not let your stealing slide. There's just obviously very little I can do other than call every freakin' manager in the store and have them circle you like hawks. Which I did, and they did. Then he comes back to the front and asks if we sell digital scales. The fuckwit asked me that two days ago. Which is when I realized this is the third night, at least, he's come in. Jesus. Can't we put him on the shitlist now?
The good? I got to set up part of the Halloween aisle. Which was painful, actually since my middle finger is infected [ow!] and a lot of the stuff was trying to put up the pegs and shtuff for the costumes to hang on. Ick. But we did get to put up some of the spiffier stuff. :D
