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Jul 31, 2013

The Human Being's Guide to Shopping at a Store that isn't Called Wal-Mart

Today, I have something a little different for the blog.

Recently, I read an article about respectable thrift/vintage/consignment shopping that included a list of Do's and Don'ts, outlining shopping etiquette when going into a secondhand retailer. The author had a great list which she put together from the point of view of the retailer (and of course, I cannot find the article again to link it into this post) which led me to recount my own experiences working in retail. I was intrigued by her list, and entirely impressed by how bold and honest she was with her etiquette guide, that it made me want to compile my own list of Do's and Don'ts for shopping at a retail store that isn't Wal-Mart.

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IMPORTANT INTERJECTION: I love Wal-Mart. I shop there often because it offers great prices on things I need. It is always easy to shop there, and it is sometimes fun to simply peruse through and get lost in the Wal-Mart supercentres. Last week, their red, seedless grapes were the cheapest in the city. But Wal-Mart's policies, customer service attitudes, and price-matching promises are creating an army of incredibly rude and selfish shoppers. And it is just pissing everyone else off. I've stopped counting how many times a day I remind a customer that is shopping at the store that "We are not Wal-Mart," when they start complaining about return policies or product prices.

My mom works in retail, and several of my best friends hold cashier or merchandiser jobs at independent businesses or small companies; and for every single conversation I have had regarding "shopping etiquette", these things have come out on top:

1. Be familiar with the store's return policy; and if you are not, then ask an employee.
While Wal-Mart will take nearly everything back and refund you the money if you are not happy with their product, regardless of date of purchase or proof of purchase (yes, I mean the little peice of paper the cashier gives you called your reciept), there are a lot of independently owned and run shops and chains who do not have the same policy.  Not all stores price-match, offer competitive rain-checks, or ship between store locations. Additionally, if an item is final sale, it is final sale for a reason; whether that be clearance related or hygiene related. By Canadian law, as long as a store has their policies posted in store and on their reciept, they can refuse to refund you for an item sold. This is especially true when it comes to personal delicates (ie. underwear) and food. And, unlike Wal-Mart, most stores don't cover the fickle "I don't like it."

If you don't like it, then why did you buy it in the first place?

2. Inspect the items you wish to purchase before you reach the cashier.
Smaller stores do not have a lot of extra space at the check-outs. Most of them will have one or two cashiers working to ring customers through. As a cashier, myself, I know what it is like to stand behind the counter waiting for a customer to pull every screw and accessory out of the box while a line forms behind them.

This is why stores put out display models. Display models are there so that you can pick apart the product to see if it is what you wish to purchase. If you still aren't sure, most retailers don't mind a customer opening a box on the sales floor to double check. If you need help, there are usually salespeople working the floor to assist you. However, waiting until you get to the cashier to pull apart every item you want to purchase is rude and annoying. It is hard for the cashier to maneuver large items around, and it is inconsiderate to other shoppers who wish to purchase their merchandise and continue on with their day.

3. Be patient and respectful with/towards store staff.
I really shouldn't even have to say this, but it goes back to grade one and episodes of Barney. Remember those lyrics "Please and Thank-You: they're called the magic words. If animals could talk they'd be the words that could be heard..."Just because you are no longer 6 years old doesn't mean that your polite words are no longer applicable to life.

We live in a society that is focussed on the self. I get that. I also understand a customer's frustration when a retailer is busy, and store staff are being pulled thin. But here's the thing: yelling and swearing at the store staff is unacceptable. They have the right to call the police on your for public disturbance. I worked an evening shift once where everyone and their mother decided they needed to shop half an hour before store close; which is fine, but don't get angry when you have to wait in line to check out because there is only one cashier left working.

Which brings me to my next point. In the way of treating store staff with courtesy, please remember that they are human beings and not animals. It is absurd the amount of times I get whistled over in a shift. And now, I don't even respond. I am not a dog or a horse. I am a person. If you want to ask me a question, say "excuse me."

4. Pay attention to store price signs.
Price signs are there for a reason. It is to tell you the price of the item. I have never been in a retailer that doesn't have the price displayed for the items they wish to sell. Sometimes it is on the front of a product, sometimes it is on the back, sometimes it is on the bottom. Sometimes it is even on a little sign in front of the display. But I promise you it is there. And remember it.

I legitimately hate it when customers will have a cart full of items they wish to purchase, put all the merchandise on the counter, ask 'How much?' after EVERY. SINGLE. ITEM and then decide not to get half of those items after they deem the price too much for their wallets. Seriously? Did you look at the price sign on the lightbulb before you picked it up? Or were you hoping it would magically disappear when you got to the cashier? I really don't know.

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Additionally, I don't make the laws on taxes. In Ontario, it is 13% and you get nice roads and healthcare. Some items don't have taxes, such as fresh food. But imported coffee does (and in Canada, most coffee is imported) so does chocolate, chips, garden tools, power washers, and iPhones. If you purchase new electronics, there is also an eco-recycling tax. Retailers don't control taxes. They have no say, at all. If you hold a tax exempt card for a province, you need to remember that you are tax exempt from provincial taxes only. You still pay GST. It sucks, I know. But I don't make the rules.

5. Asking for discounts on merchandise; just stop.
Everyone likes a good deal. I can appreciate this statement more than others because I grew up in a dutch-descended household where I was taught to scour the thrift stores and clearance racks. To this day, that is something I actually enjoy doing. So I understand why people ask for discounts. And sometimes there are exceptions. Asking for price reductions on damaged products or display models is acceptable almost anywhere. Some companies will give it to you, some will not, and that is up to the discretion of the individual store. However, asking for a discount simply because you think you deserve it is rude and insulting. Go into a store expecting to pay the retail price; it isn't going to change if you are 8 or 85.

That being said, it is actually insulting to go into a privately owned shop and ask for a discount on merchandise. These are not corporately owned places, and their prices are dependent on suppliers. For shops that sell handcrafted items, asking for a discount on a hand-stitched quilt, for instance, tells the retailer (and likely also the creator) that their work isn't worth the asking price. For other companies, their prices are set to take into account warehouse and buyer fees. In this case, the individual franchise may not have control over discounting items below a certain point.

6. If a barcode doesn't scan, the product isn't free, so don't ask. 
I know you think you are funny when you comment "It's free!" after a barcode or product ID number won't ring through. You aren't. Neither was the guy ahead of you, or the guy ahead of him.

7. Store staff don't need a life history about the product you are buying.
90% of the time, store staff are not going to turn your life into fiction, so they don't need a sob story about the reason you are purchasing the new air mattress, or garden hose, or pan. Unless it is relevant to the actual transaction, the anecdotes aren't necessary.

Honestly, the cashier doesn't care that you had a folding ottoman that you lost with all your kitchen utensils packed in it, and then it turned up at your Uncle Hank's house after the move went sour because you just split up from your ex, and he took the television and left you with the dog, and so now you have no cutlery and no ottoman and your furniture is gone too because it was unsalvageable after the housefire you had last week, which is really putting a dent in your insurance claim and that is a whole headache in and of itself because your divorce is just requiring more and more paperwork, and you dislike paperwork; partially because you don't like signing your name because you just got a divorce and partially because you are an environmental activist and paperwork is killing the trees and so maybe you shouldn't get the ottoman because it has rubber content and that took a lot of nasty environmentally killing chemicals to construct, but you don't actually care that much because you need the new ottoman so you can put your feet up and oh by the way do you sell cutlery here?

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8. Keep track of your offspring.
When I was a kid, the best games of hide-and-go-seek I ever played were in the clothing racks at the Sears Outlet Stores. No comparison. My sister and I were pretty talented at NOT knocking off every item of clothing in the process (because that would give you away), and we loved to touch every button in the toy aisle that made noise. It was the fun part of shopping.

But we also knew to keep our hands in our pockets when we went down the aisles that had dishes or other breakable things. We knew not to play tag through the store. And we definitely knew not to touch store displays.

Parents: when you take your children into a store, please watch them. It just comes down to respect. Other people shop there, and don't like children running freely through aisles of merchandise. Store employees dislike it also. Cashiers are not paid to babysit your children. And as a reminder: some stores will still make you pay if your children break a product. If that is an $800.00 television, then you have to pay for that, and you should probably also invest in SuperNanny.

9. Your pet is not your child. Leave it in the car or at home.
Unless it is a service animal (seeing eye-dog, hearing aid animal, or puppy-in-training) it is not allowed in a retail establishment.

This is for two reasons:
1) Having a non-service animal in a store (not including pet stores), is a hygienic issue. Animals that are not looked after (like human offspring who run around willy nilly) make huge messes in retail establishments. Sometimes that mess is one involving fecal matter. Those sorts of 'accidents' need to be avoided, and can cause damage to store property and products.

2) Animals in retail establishments are a health hazard. There are still a lot of people who have (sometimes severe) allergies to animals. And whether you intend for them to or not, dogs and cats shed. Their scent can cause another person to have a serious allergic reaction. This is especially true for retailers that sell bedding, food, or clothing. Allergies are serious.

10. TAKE YOUR GARBAGE WITH YOU WHEN YOU LEAVE THE STORE
I wish I was joking about this, but I have had to remove a soiled diaper from the racks of the store while doing evening recovery because someone didn't think it would be a good idea to dispose of it in the proper way (Well, actually, it is a lie. I had to clean it out from a playland slide in high school.. but you cringed).

It really doesn't matter what the garbage item is: find the appropriate recepticle and dispose of it properly. I love my Tim Hortons' coffee. I don't love cleaning up empty Tim Horton's coffee cups which have been wedged in between area rugs or beauty supplies as a part of a feeble attempt to 'hide' them. You wouldn't enjoy that either.



It really isn't rocket science. None of this is. And I don't mean to sound like a redundant Aretha Franklin song, but retailers are just asking for a little bit of respect and courtesy. And it isn't like any of these things were uncommon before the era of the Wal-Mart. They have just become as obsolete as Wave, Twinkies, and the Canadian penny: not gone completely and maybe redeemable someday with the combined efforts of humankind everywhere. I am convinced it can be done. Somewhere, in the crevices of human decency, these acts of kindness and respect will resurface and a wave of considerate and polite people will re-emerge and claim their victory over bad jokes and selfishness.

I don't know. It might be wishful thinking, but I am convinced it is possible. Maybe we just need to rewatch old Barney episodes until it sticks.





Jan 4, 2012

Conversations at 2am


Cheers to coherency.

Word of the Day: Astonished

Quote of the Day: "Can I battle wits with your demon computer?" Dan K 

Nov 26, 2010

F Sharp

F Sharp isn't a particularly nice sounding note. I never liked playing it on Flute because it always had this awkward sound which screamed "I don't belong here!" On Piano, it just gets caught up in the nice sounding Bb major, or F major keys. And if the finger accidently hits it, the F Sharp just sounds all wonky and uncalled for, thus screwing up an entire song, and causing an over-all annoyance to all listeners.





See what I mean? It's just a terrible note. It sounds awful. All I want to do is have it diminished into an F.  Especially on the last note. I just want it to be a good sounding note.

Word of the Day: Soup

Quote of the Day: "I'm always waiting on Dorm 17!" Amanda, quoting God.

Nov 18, 2010

Words from Andrew Hoover

Hello readers (and Mom),

Today you have the special priviledge of reading the random thoughts of Mr. Andrew Hoover, the comic relief of Dorm 24.  I cannot be held responsible for anything he says. And the worst part is, I now have to make him coffee.

Here it goes:

Good morning readers, I come to you from a black hole. Well I'm not really, but that remids me of a poem I wrote in grade 4. It went a little like this.


Dear life you are falling down a black hole.


Thats as far as I got on the poem because I didn't know what a black hole was. I also didn't have life. As I sit here in a orangey-brown chair that reminds me of the last time I vommited (I'm not complaining, it was a rather enjoyable experience) thoughts of the thug life cross my mind. Back in my thug life days I had many dangerous encounters. I once microwaved a grilled cheese sandwitch, peeled it apart, and threw it at a window. It did not stick. I was upset. I was so upset. I was very very upset. I will now share a few lyrics from my hit rap group "No Breaks". . .


I love all my dogs
I love to bark with them
I love all my dogs but I hate the system.


I will now introduce my latest segment entitled "Life lessons with Andrew Hoover".
There comes a time in everyone's life when they find themselves standing beside a water bed with a sharp pencil. Now, there comes that time in everyone's life when they need to make that tought decision as whether to drop the pencil or PENETRATE THE TIP OF THE PENCIL DIRECTLY INTO THE HEART OF THE WATER BED LEAVING THE WATER SPEWING FROM THE CENTER. Stab the water bed. Don't look back, don't take a second look, stab that bed. You do not want to look back and think to yourself "I should have stabbed that bed". I've been fortunate enough to have experienced this before. I stabbed the bed. No regrets. I still drool over the thought of the water spewing out of that bed. Stab the bed. Do it.


I leave you with this thought to rattle in your brains! If you could only eat lucky charms or cheerios for the rest of your life, what would you choose? Think of the consistancy. Think of the children. Think of John F. Kennedy. 


My name is Andrew James Hoover,
and I approve this message,
Aliens exist,
Trust me, I worked at a shoe store.




Word of the Day: The

Quote of the Day: "Fisher Price is Apollonian." Aaron Vedder

Nov 17, 2010

How to Act



Enjoy!

Word of the Day: Paraprosdokian

Quote of the Day: *There actually isn't anything to put here today, Dr. Loney and Dr. Faber weren't all that funny. It could just be because I am tired and couldn't pay a lot of attention in class. Oh! Wait! I have one!*
"My face is perfect, mathematically speaking." Emily Groot

Nov 9, 2010

The World Wide Web (among other delightful things)

I recently discovered something really exciting about Blogger. They have added a Stats button on the top of the page that allows you to view information about your blog. I've always been curious to know where my teeny-tiny neck of cyberspace has made it to, that this button actually intrigued me.

And I learned a few interesting things about my readers.

1) My most avid reader is my mother.
2) Sugarnuggets comments on my blog most often.
3) The two websites that direct readers into my blog most frequently are: My Facebook Profile, and Erica Akers.
4) Someone in China read my blog. I thought that was cool, and then I wondered how they would be able to read it.
5) My blog gets average of 10 hits a day. And the most commonly read entry? The Big Bug With Lots of Legs.

Really, very useless information to you all, however I found it quite interesting.


Also useless, is this painting. I typed in 'a funky painting' in google images. It's called 'a funky tree'. It was the first one that came up. Useless.

Word of the Day: moue (a pouting grimace)

Quote of the Day: "I'm a woman, therefore I'm manipulative by nature."

Nov 5, 2010

Education

Here is a video that I find very interesting. He has a very good speech on Modern Education.

Happy Friday!



Word of the Day: Identicle (yes, one of my teachers spelt identical that way.)

Quote of the Day: These things are so needy, emotionally. If you don't bring them flowers every day, they turn off on you." Dr. Loney on overhead projectors.

Aug 2, 2010

Facts of August

My apologies, dear readers. I have been posting sporadically over the summer months and it needs to be corrected. So, in honour of August's first post, I have a bunch of facts about August.

1) August was named after Caesar Augustus. The month was originally 29 days long, but 2 days got added because Caesars feel pretty good about themselves. (I would too, if I was the ruler of the Roman world.)

2) Cleopatra was born in August.

3) My little sister was born in August. She's turning 18 on August 11. It's kind of a big deal.

4) Apparently there were a whole bunch of really important battles fought in August. They must have been important, considering I did not recognize any of the names of these battles, nor the dates they were fought on.

5) Apparently, August 5th is Beer Day. A day to celebrate beer. Just what this world needs.

6) Everyone's favourite french dictator was born on August 15th, 1769. I want to say Europe would never look the same, but its geography hasn't changed much. Apparently Napoleon was pretty short. Though, he can't be too bitter, he did get ice cream named after himself. Exile paid off after all.

7) August is Cataracts Awareness Month, Happiness Happens Month, Get Ready for Kindergarten Month, and my favourite: Panini Month.



8) Hawaii became the 50th US state in August.

9) In common years, no other month starts on the same day of the week as August, except on leap years. Then, August has to trade its individuality in so that February can be extended.

10) August means "defined" or "imposing".

And there you go!

Now for something I like to call 'Alex Reads Twilight'.




MCC: 54

Word of the Day: Confused

Quote of the Day: ... Actually, today is quoteless. Instead I will leave you with these wise words. Bonus points if you can tell me who said it without looking it up. :D

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Mar 8, 2010

Bugs

There are decomposing bugs on the window sill. I think it is time to vaccuum.

Word of the Day: Replay

Quote of the Day: "Justin Cooper was trying to teach the faculty how to use word processors. You might as well have been trying to teach Swahili to ducks." Dr. Payton

Dec 16, 2009

Stumble

Just Copy and Paste the links. I don't know why they aren't working.

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1GeltG/pascalcampion.com/door.swf

Now, that is one of the most entertaining websites I have ever come across. Click it and see for yourself. Watch the entire thing, and there is no sound, so don't worry about it scaring everyone.

This one is just funny.
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/77Mxqg/wildammo.com/2009/08/09/what-stormtroopers-do-on-their-day-off/

And, can you believe it? It is nearly Christmas! It isn't quite time to think about Christmas though. I have had exams, and the last issue of the Crown for the 2009 year (which is also the last issue of the decade. Pretty stellar). Plus, putting in a lot of time consuming work in for the Crown in general. We are sending out the issue to the Alumni in the Hamilton area in the hopes that some will subscribe. So, if you are interested, here's the plug. You have until Friday to make up your mind. Leave me a comment and I will get in contact with you, you know, all 10 readers I have. : )

So yes, tedious work. The company didn't fold the papers for us this time, so I spent two hours this afternoon, with the EIC's wife and our Digital Editor, folding all the papers. Then, we had to distribute them in the mailboxes. Then, we had to fill envelopes with the letter to the Alumni, explaining what's going on, a subscription form (just in case), and the Crown issue. 776 envelopes and 4 hours later, Tim, Danielle and I were finished. The EIC had to sign all the letters, which is a pretty ridiculous job.

Oh yeah! And I write exams! I have one left, but it is in the last time slot of the last day. Most unfortunate. Then, it will be Christmas. Preparing for Christ is exciting, but so is the fulfillment of the promise.

"Oh come, o come Immanuel. And ransom captive Israel."

Word of the Day: Facetious

Quote of the Day: "Next year, we'll put a sign on the bedroom door that says BK Lounge! " Amanda Fraliegh

Nov 29, 2009

Velociraptors


















Not going to lie, Redeemer is pretty much a death trap if Velociraptors were ever to invade.

I had actually never seen Ju(a)rassic Park before coming to Redeemer. All this talk about Velociraptor attacks and the like had never been an issue. My friends in high school didn't exactly go Zombie or Dinosaur crazy. It was more along the lines of the web of all evil (Jared being the center...boys caused so many problems), Shakespeare, and Pirates. Now, my friends have this freakish obsession with Irish singers, being attacked by Velociraptors, the chance of survival in every room if Zombies were to attack...yes, we are college students. It sounds like an entry out of MyLifeIsAverage.

Last night was the final night of A Midsummer Night's Dream. It is one of my favourite Shakespeare comedies. I went to see it with Amanda and Perry, and I was quite impressed. The production had an Asian spin on it, which I am not sure I liked, just because it did not work with the faery aspect. Puck just seemed too vindictive and dark. But the Mechanicals were well cast, and so were the 'star crossed lovers'. Shakespeare's literary genius never depresses.

Word of the Day: Negatory

Quote of the Day: 'Good to know I can be used as Currency!' -Me

Oct 13, 2009

Thankfulness and Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving comes and goes.
But what am I thankful for?

I am really thankful for my school, and my family, and my dorm. But most of all, I am finding this year that I am incredibly thankful for my relationship with God. I am thankful for my growing relationship with God. My faith walk has always been dynamic, but I never had the fundamentals and the really academic study of the Scriptures aspect that some of my other Christian friends had. Growing up in the public school system, my religion class was 2 weeks of Christianity (because everyone knows about that) and the rest of the semester studying everything else. My faith always lacked the fundamentals. I had the passion and the energy and the belief, but the daily walk and study and knowledge lacked. I had the ability to practically live my faith, but it has only been since I have been at Redeemer that my understanding has grown. This is one of the greatest gifts God has blessed me with this year.

Thanksgiving is a religious holiday. Who do people who don't believe in God thank? And what is the point of thanksgiving if you have no one to truly thank for all the great and wonderfulness that there is in the world? For some people, Thanksgiving is just a good excuse to get together at a table and eat a lot of really good food.

Just a thought.

Word of the Day: Dangerous

Quote of the Day: "Friendship is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth it brings." Anonymous

Sep 21, 2009

Of Rice and Wedding Dresses

A break.

Finally, I have caught up on vast amounts of sleep, and have revived myself with much caffiene. I am sitting in the cafeteria, looking over my biology lab (which I have in an hour). I remember how much I hated science.

To put it into perspective.

Today, we are watching rice cook.

Epic, isn't it?

I'm paying like 1 500 for a class that teaches me that rice expands? Really? Does that seem like a waste of money to you? Because it does to me.

The lab is based on a commentary from The Simpsons between Lisa and Marge, where they are getting ready to go to a wedding and Marge is bringing rice. Lisa informs Marge that is a bad idea, because rice attracts birds, and then the birds die because rice expands in their stomach.

So, the purpose of the lab is to see if all types of rice expand, or if only some expand, and how big they get. And then, to come up with a solution to the rice at weddings issue.

Here's a solution....don't throw rice!

Think about it (with my own little scientific evidence).

Take into account thrown rice, attracting birds, and then add in the variable of current strapless style wedding dresses. Normally, I'd probably come up with some sort bird attacking bride theory, but I think this is worthwhile. So, rice is being thrown by thrilled wedding guests, rice is getting caught in bride's veil and perhaps landing in the dress. Bride goes to reception, Bride dances and sweats. Bride forgets rice is there until it starts expanding via body heat and sweat.

I feel that should be the reason that rice is banned at weddings, and not for the well being of the birds.

Word of the Day: Plethora

Quote of the Day: "The food comes out and we all turn primative." Austin Meidema

Aug 4, 2009

Equity in Beanie Babies

It's amazing the things we keep. Ive spent the better half of the day 'de-crapping' my room. No, not decluttering, because my room is not cluttered. But like every woman, I have boxes of this, that and the other thing. All of which probably had meaning at some point or another. The fun part is getting rid of it all.

Well, not all of it.

Certainly not keepsakes such as this gem of a letter I recieved from my best friend (I would guess we were probably 7 or 8). Letter is not altered at all.

Hi Brittany!
I've seen Mulan! It was not funny, it was sad AND funny. i was going to write this note on a post card but there wasn't enough room. What have you been doing for the last half month? because out here I've been bored, bored, bored! Oh and by the way I haven't been reading my Zak attack book. What I've been reading is Full House Michelle calling all planets. It's a really good book!(sounds like it!) I started swimming lessons on Monday July 20th, my thecher's name is Jen I'm in level fore. My dad had a week of and on the last day we went to a shower. There is only a month left till Chad and liz's wedding.
Please write back.
Love: Kelsey

So you can see why I couldn't throw this out! It's fun, because after all these years, Kelsey and I are still close friends.

I was also amused when I came across the "Ultimate Beanie Baby Handbook"! I discovered I have quite a bit of equity stored away in my closet with all the old toys. Not enough to pay tuition, but perhaps in another 10 years?

MCC: 69

Word of the Day: techniquely

Quote of the Day: "When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground, falling down like broken satellites. All of my world rests on your love." Switchfoot (Jon Foreman)

May 16, 2009

Life Lessons Learned

Ladies, I am about to share something profound with you all that may save you from the pain I have gone through. Gentlemen, this may also prove useful to you.

Tonight I decided to wax my legs. I have done it with the Veet strips before. They didn't hurt all that much and the results were not bad. A few hairs missed here and there, but not a bad job for the easier wax strips. As I went through my home cupboards tonight, thinking to myself, 'my my I have hairy legs right now!' I came across some Veet Wax that my sister had purchased last summer and used once. So, running my hand up and down my hairy legs, I thought, 'yes, this could work.'

I learned an important lesson tonight. Shave! For the amount of prep work needed for the manual wax strips, heating and cooling the wax and then ripping the strips off of my leg, it did not yeild the results I had hoped. AND IT HURT LIKE (fill in the blank)!!! So, for those of you who are 'wax virgins' I make 2 suggestions. 1) Stick to your razor. Shaving is less prep work, and quite painless. 2) Buy the Veet no wax strips if you still think waxing sounds like a good idea.

On a different note, I have a riddle. How many New Orleans' Pizza employees does it take to change an outside garbage? The answer: 2! Let's start from the beginning. Two of the girls that work in the Pizza place beside the BK Lounge went out to change the garbage in their parkinglot. Nosily, my manager and I watched from the Drive Thru window. They walked out, with their big yellow elbow-high gloves to change a garbage. A few seconds later, they turned around, walked back inside the restaurant, and re-emerged with 2 garbage bags (hmmm, who would have thought you needed those?). Okay, so now they were ready. Well, here's where it got fun. It took the two of them and their gloves to pull the garbage bag out, not because it was full, or heavy, but because it was garbage. The bag was only about the size of those black ones we use around the house..about as sturdy too. Once said bag had been pulled and tied, they proceeded to stick 2 new bags into the outside garbage. It was a little windy, we'll give them that, but their method was totally wrong. You never fully open the garbage bag until after it is inserted into the garbage bin, or else you risk it flying away like a kite. Can you guess what happened? Oh yes, flying bags. After a game of catch, they had managed to insert both new garbage bags, and then they had to put the lid back on. The two girls stuck the lid on so that it faced towards the lamppost that makes its home about 6 inches beside the garbage bin. Yes, we smiled.

Now, the next task was bringing the full garbage bag back to the dumpster. Ew, gross, there was a leak (make appropriate flailing arm gestures). When they had discovered this, the unlucky one who started to carry the bag away decided to drag it along the ground, only to have the bag rip open and trash begin to fall out. Riddle 2: How many girls does it take to clean up a parkinglot full or garbage?

We laughed and shook our heads.

Word of the Day: Ow.

Quote of the Day: "In one swift and decisive movement, remove the strip against the direction of hair growth."

Mar 5, 2009

The Big Bug with Lots of Legs

So, there was this massive bug on my wall Monday morning. I screamed. It had lots of legs. It was too big to kill with a kleenex so I just left it. I went to class and came back and it was gone. Normal right?

But then, the past few nights, I have been having these dreams that the bug is back, and crawling all over everything. On top of that, it keeps growing. And getting more legs. MORE LEGS!! (This bug was a cross between like an earwig and a millepede). The bug keeps growing in my dream!

So, my dreams are being haunted by the bug. The big bug which I didn't kill with the kleenex.

I swear, some morning I am going to wake up and the bug will be back. On my pillow or something. Maybe on my face. Hehe!

Mar 4, 2009

5 More To Go.

Disclaimer: I am really excited to have only 5 blog entries left until 100. I feel that is a pretty cool accomplishment. Perhaps we'll have a party.

I am becoming increasingly annoyed with the 'go go go' attitude back here in Canada. I find that there are just not enough hours in the day to do everything, or to be everywhere that we need to be. Where on earth did we get this mind-frame that time is money? It's ridiculous!

I have been spending some time developing and trying to maintain my friendships. This past week, since being home, has been filled with a mountain of coffee dates, social gatherings, half an hour travel times from the library to my dorm (a normally 3 minute walk), and late night chat sessions with random people. I'm so happy! And yet, I hate having a social life. It's taking away from everything that I need to do- school work, sinfonia, and class. Not to mention the bitter slack of devotions.

On another note, my roommate was intently watching me type last night. She pointed out that when I type, I only use 4 fingers on each hand, and raise my pinky fingers up like I'm English or something. She (and I) thought it was really funny. But I don't use my pinky fingers for really anything (with maybe the exception of the flute). I don't even use them that often in piano. I find they are these little fingers that are missing the muscles to do anything mildly useful. So instead, I just kind of point them up to the sky so that they are out of my way and move on with life. I tried to use them once upon a time for typing and it slowed me down so much that I got annoyed and went back to my old ways.

Oh well.

"Blessed is the man who always fears the Lord." Proverbs 28: 14