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Dec. 22nd, 2014 02:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyWaiting is hard, guys. In the midst of the numerous AG sales, I decided to buy myself a doll but I couldn't decide which one to buy. I had it narrowed down to two options, Kaya and #26. They've both been on my want list for awhile but there were/are reasons they hadn't moved higher up the want list until now.
Kaya's biggest Con was that when BeForever launched, they subtly changed the dolls, much like Addy and Kit both underwent actual changes. (Kit got a haircut and Addy got new eyebrows, if you wondered.) Kaya's wig placement changed and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it because there are almost NO pictures of these changes. A few people have taken pics in store of display Kayas but no one's bought a BF Kaya and shared pictures of the changes so... I'm not sure if it's just a case of bad display dolls or what.
But if I did buy Kaya, she was getting 'modernized' anyway... though I'd hoped that Cass and I would be hitting the Charlotte store and I'd just pick one out in person. Sadly, that trip is on hold.
#26 is a cutie, even if the Addy mold has never been my favorite mold. I think she's been my go to avatar on Playthings for the past few years and there's a reason for that. I don't fear her hair because so far Cecile and I have managed just fine, thank you (and also, it's a doll) but I already have one of those Meet outfits and it's not really worth repeating.
So I asked opinions of people and it was pretty much an even split, really. Since I wanted both direct from AG to, as they say, vote with my money, it wasn't really an option to hit ebay. I asked Mums and she said 26 if I was taking Kaya's braids out. :P
I eventually made my choice and ordered and I've been waiting. A while. I think it's been almost ten days now. I am just a little impatient at this point.
^---I've been trying to post this one way or another for days. The universe hasn't been playing along with me so I figured it was time to try, try again. She eventually arrived Thursday but I didn't open the box til Saturday, and even then it was just to make sure the correct doll arrived and didn't have anything obviously wrong.
And she didn't. Doesn't. She did kind of look at me like she couldn't decide whether to be happy to be temporarily out of her box (but not really) or if she was going to kill me. I decided she could stay in her box awhile longer because I don't trust the cat and also, um, homicidal doll is not conducive to sleep.
I have a few things to do today so we'll see how it goes on the picture front, but odds are good since I owe someone a picture of the gift they made me.
And I'm going to rant a smidge about work for a bit, I hope you don't mind too much.
Friday I started on my usual Friday work (basically doing the things second shift didn't finish/do from the warehouse truck the day before) and when I do that, I also tend to tidy up the aisles I'm working in because it makes the facing hours easier at the end of the night. It's just smarter to do it as I go, although it does make the first job take a bit longer.
Maybe around 1-ish, the shift lead comes over and says D wants to leave early and wants to know if she should. Normally this might not be a question but SFTL is new to the job and also our store manager was scheduled to arrive "early" and the store looked like crap. Because no one in the store faces unless they're on third shift. I think it's kind of shitty to not let D go if she's in pain (her ankle or something) and if I'm needed up front, I can make it work.
Sftl decides (hell, she'd decided before coming to talk to me) that she's not letting D go, but that D can sit up front and I'll just do D's half of the store and sftl will do mine and we'll make it work.
Right. And the part where I've already done a third of your work will probably help but okay. I also had "do the bathrooms" on my list which ticks me off because that's supposed to be the Cos person's job and they rarely, if ever, do it. I peeked before the D situation and figured all it really needed was new TP in the ladies room, and after some dude barged in on me when I was cleaning the men's room (and they'd wrapped paper towels all over the stall) I have a strict "no" policy to the men's room so they can just rock paper scissors amongst the four billion dudes now working during the day and change their own stuff.
Yeah, bathrooms didn't get done because I had to do D's work and she kept fucking adding things. "Since you're going absolutely nowhere near there..." and then she'd hand off a pile of shit. Are you fucking kidding me? She was bouncing around the store. If her ankle hadn't been swollen Saturday night, I'd have assumed she was a damn liar.
So. Bathrooms didn't get done and most of the rest of my list probably didn't either. Saturday night our list is delivered and I realize I have all my normal stuff AND all of D's stuff too.
Because she went to the doctor and her ankle is sprained. She didn't limp at all but her ankle was swollen so okay...
Yeah, no. She kept bragging about not having to do anything but she'd hike back to pharmacy for reasons I don't understand. She was never behind the register (she was supposed to be sitting back there. On a chair! Allowed!) and the night was just hellacious. It began with a call to the cops (some guy on trespass notice came in and they called the cops) and wound up ending with a second call to the cops (same guy came back trying to buy the nuts he'd bought/stolen elsewhere), the return of Swastika dude, one of the trio of thieves appearing, a never ending parade of people in pharmacy, some lady who wanted the razor on sale even though it was after midnight and we were sold out on the shelf (found it though, so ha!), and... the best part.
When I hit the bathroom early, I noticed that no one, all day, had done anything in there. No new TP added. No trash changed. Nothing. Are you kidding me? Jesus.
But it gets better. I decide that fuck it, I'll change the TP but they can kiss my ass on the other stuff. I try for two hours to get the key to change the TP and wind up with the paper towel key twice (so I do have to change the trash, sadly) and...
Then our guard (he works elsewhere but uses our bathroom) tells D that some jackhole has puked in the men's room.
And D gleefully passes it on to me. Because the bathrooms are on my list.
Puke makes ME puke, okay? Also, I don't get paid enough for that. Nuh uh.
Nope. Shift lead is all, "ha, sucks to be you." in between calls to the cops for the trespass dude. She's a little less gleeful than D, probably because she realizes the only reason I haven't told her to do it herself is because I don't have a ride home.
So I brave the men's room with a sign that says Out of Order and realize it's not so bad. I was expecting chunks and it wasn't. Still, I bleach everything (you never know) and when I take a break before mopping the floor, a friend brings me a lovely present. Aww.
After she leaves, I return to finish my chore and on my way back, D directs someone to the bathroom. I'd told her the plan was to let NO ONE use the bathroom unless they worked here because I knew what would happen.
Dude and his girlfriend saunter into the hallway with the bathrooms and lady goes into the bathroom while dude reads the out of order sign and then knocks on the ladies room door asking if anyone else is in there with his lady. She says no, he asks (as he walks in) if she minds if he uses the facilities too since the men's room is outta order. I'm in the closet there, fixing up the mop bucket, so I know full well when he doesn't flush.
Yeah, that asshole peed all over the damn toilet seat, too.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I JUST CLEANED THAT.
D's laughing and I'm pissed because this is why I told her to tell anyone who asked that the bathrooms were broken. Because I FUCKING KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.
I like D. I think she's funny. I enjoy her countdown to her birthday that started the day after she arrived. But as a coworker, I think I may kill her. K may drive everyone else to drink, but after ten years I know what to expect and she doesn't actually intentionally add more work to my load. D takes great delight in doing so and thinks it's hilarious.
Kaya's biggest Con was that when BeForever launched, they subtly changed the dolls, much like Addy and Kit both underwent actual changes. (Kit got a haircut and Addy got new eyebrows, if you wondered.) Kaya's wig placement changed and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it because there are almost NO pictures of these changes. A few people have taken pics in store of display Kayas but no one's bought a BF Kaya and shared pictures of the changes so... I'm not sure if it's just a case of bad display dolls or what.
But if I did buy Kaya, she was getting 'modernized' anyway... though I'd hoped that Cass and I would be hitting the Charlotte store and I'd just pick one out in person. Sadly, that trip is on hold.
#26 is a cutie, even if the Addy mold has never been my favorite mold. I think she's been my go to avatar on Playthings for the past few years and there's a reason for that. I don't fear her hair because so far Cecile and I have managed just fine, thank you (and also, it's a doll) but I already have one of those Meet outfits and it's not really worth repeating.
So I asked opinions of people and it was pretty much an even split, really. Since I wanted both direct from AG to, as they say, vote with my money, it wasn't really an option to hit ebay. I asked Mums and she said 26 if I was taking Kaya's braids out. :P
I eventually made my choice and ordered and I've been waiting. A while. I think it's been almost ten days now. I am just a little impatient at this point.
^---I've been trying to post this one way or another for days. The universe hasn't been playing along with me so I figured it was time to try, try again. She eventually arrived Thursday but I didn't open the box til Saturday, and even then it was just to make sure the correct doll arrived and didn't have anything obviously wrong.
And she didn't. Doesn't. She did kind of look at me like she couldn't decide whether to be happy to be temporarily out of her box (but not really) or if she was going to kill me. I decided she could stay in her box awhile longer because I don't trust the cat and also, um, homicidal doll is not conducive to sleep.
I have a few things to do today so we'll see how it goes on the picture front, but odds are good since I owe someone a picture of the gift they made me.
And I'm going to rant a smidge about work for a bit, I hope you don't mind too much.
Friday I started on my usual Friday work (basically doing the things second shift didn't finish/do from the warehouse truck the day before) and when I do that, I also tend to tidy up the aisles I'm working in because it makes the facing hours easier at the end of the night. It's just smarter to do it as I go, although it does make the first job take a bit longer.
Maybe around 1-ish, the shift lead comes over and says D wants to leave early and wants to know if she should. Normally this might not be a question but SFTL is new to the job and also our store manager was scheduled to arrive "early" and the store looked like crap. Because no one in the store faces unless they're on third shift. I think it's kind of shitty to not let D go if she's in pain (her ankle or something) and if I'm needed up front, I can make it work.
Sftl decides (hell, she'd decided before coming to talk to me) that she's not letting D go, but that D can sit up front and I'll just do D's half of the store and sftl will do mine and we'll make it work.
Right. And the part where I've already done a third of your work will probably help but okay. I also had "do the bathrooms" on my list which ticks me off because that's supposed to be the Cos person's job and they rarely, if ever, do it. I peeked before the D situation and figured all it really needed was new TP in the ladies room, and after some dude barged in on me when I was cleaning the men's room (and they'd wrapped paper towels all over the stall) I have a strict "no" policy to the men's room so they can just rock paper scissors amongst the four billion dudes now working during the day and change their own stuff.
Yeah, bathrooms didn't get done because I had to do D's work and she kept fucking adding things. "Since you're going absolutely nowhere near there..." and then she'd hand off a pile of shit. Are you fucking kidding me? She was bouncing around the store. If her ankle hadn't been swollen Saturday night, I'd have assumed she was a damn liar.
So. Bathrooms didn't get done and most of the rest of my list probably didn't either. Saturday night our list is delivered and I realize I have all my normal stuff AND all of D's stuff too.
Because she went to the doctor and her ankle is sprained. She didn't limp at all but her ankle was swollen so okay...
Yeah, no. She kept bragging about not having to do anything but she'd hike back to pharmacy for reasons I don't understand. She was never behind the register (she was supposed to be sitting back there. On a chair! Allowed!) and the night was just hellacious. It began with a call to the cops (some guy on trespass notice came in and they called the cops) and wound up ending with a second call to the cops (same guy came back trying to buy the nuts he'd bought/stolen elsewhere), the return of Swastika dude, one of the trio of thieves appearing, a never ending parade of people in pharmacy, some lady who wanted the razor on sale even though it was after midnight and we were sold out on the shelf (found it though, so ha!), and... the best part.
When I hit the bathroom early, I noticed that no one, all day, had done anything in there. No new TP added. No trash changed. Nothing. Are you kidding me? Jesus.
But it gets better. I decide that fuck it, I'll change the TP but they can kiss my ass on the other stuff. I try for two hours to get the key to change the TP and wind up with the paper towel key twice (so I do have to change the trash, sadly) and...
Then our guard (he works elsewhere but uses our bathroom) tells D that some jackhole has puked in the men's room.
And D gleefully passes it on to me. Because the bathrooms are on my list.
Puke makes ME puke, okay? Also, I don't get paid enough for that. Nuh uh.
Nope. Shift lead is all, "ha, sucks to be you." in between calls to the cops for the trespass dude. She's a little less gleeful than D, probably because she realizes the only reason I haven't told her to do it herself is because I don't have a ride home.
So I brave the men's room with a sign that says Out of Order and realize it's not so bad. I was expecting chunks and it wasn't. Still, I bleach everything (you never know) and when I take a break before mopping the floor, a friend brings me a lovely present. Aww.
After she leaves, I return to finish my chore and on my way back, D directs someone to the bathroom. I'd told her the plan was to let NO ONE use the bathroom unless they worked here because I knew what would happen.
Dude and his girlfriend saunter into the hallway with the bathrooms and lady goes into the bathroom while dude reads the out of order sign and then knocks on the ladies room door asking if anyone else is in there with his lady. She says no, he asks (as he walks in) if she minds if he uses the facilities too since the men's room is outta order. I'm in the closet there, fixing up the mop bucket, so I know full well when he doesn't flush.
Yeah, that asshole peed all over the damn toilet seat, too.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I JUST CLEANED THAT.
D's laughing and I'm pissed because this is why I told her to tell anyone who asked that the bathrooms were broken. Because I FUCKING KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.
I like D. I think she's funny. I enjoy her countdown to her birthday that started the day after she arrived. But as a coworker, I think I may kill her. K may drive everyone else to drink, but after ten years I know what to expect and she doesn't actually intentionally add more work to my load. D takes great delight in doing so and thinks it's hilarious.
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Date: 2014-12-23 02:19 am (UTC)