tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post4376173287771516543..comments2008-06-13T19:34:06.772+10:00Mooselethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16874418427786990740noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-83766354207659242992008-06-13T19:34:00.000+10:002008-06-13T19:34:00.000+10:00After all these years I'm still trying to figure out the teaspoon bit.<BR/><BR/>Um, yeah, retail hell. I knows it well. Try Home Depot during Christmas for 7 years. How much country-western style holiday music can one take? I didn't even know they made that crap. Oh yeah...I had customers asking me to "check out back" all the time. What they didn't understand at the time was THIS WAS THE BACK. Home Depot is a warehouse, you ninnies! The only think I have "out back" is crushed cardboard and bathtubs! But it was a great excuse to go there anyway and shit the shite with the warehouse folk.<BR/><BR/>I have no idea who sings this, but the song that goes "Making my way downtown, bleah bleah bleah bleah..." sung in this sickly sweet little girl voice is enough to make me go on a Columbine style rampage. <BR/><BR/>-Kristin (aka BostonBootGirl...too lazy to sign in...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-4422316522547641712008-06-12T20:16:00.000+10:002008-06-12T20:16:00.000+10:00Oh I remember the heady days of Brooks Pharmacy and Purity Supermarket. <BR/>Out the back at Brooks was toilet paper, paper towels, shampoo and soda. That's pretty much it. We'd use those little opportunities to ride the 6 wheeled tote cart like a surfboard from one end of the stock room to the other, crashing into the large array of said paper towels and toilet paper.<BR/>At Purity, I worked in produce and actually had a woman call to ask how to cook broccoli rabe. What???<BR/>And I 100% agree with you on the music. When you worked a 12 hour day, you heard the same tape 4 times in the day. The sad thing is you hear some songs so much that you actually start to like them. I mentioned the Bee Gee's song "I Started A Joke" on my blog a couple years back - I like it because I heard it well over 100 times at Brooks.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952019992793874926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-70914902701549680242008-06-05T23:28:00.000+10:002008-06-05T23:28:00.000+10:00i had a giggle at your ravings, and more of a giggle at MM's comments - standing in your pantyhose ...lol... i can just see it!nisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537197625551008564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-12527591821583486112008-06-04T23:50:00.000+10:002008-06-04T23:50:00.000+10:00What a fantastic behind the scenes expose. I hope you don't get Dooced for blogging about your high visibility job at a Major Grocery Chain. <BR/><BR/>Keep it coming.yellojkthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09592683505688819187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-34450479348808451862008-06-04T22:32:00.000+10:002008-06-04T22:32:00.000+10:00That is so funny!<BR/><BR/>I am with you on the licorice, too....blerk!<BR/><BR/>It sounds as if retail management have been taking a leaf out of certain Qld government department in trying to win the award for creating the most rules and requirements that are so impractical that you just know that someone high up is doing whatever he or she can to keep their little office job!<BR/><BR/>Cynical...who? Me? Nah! Lol!Brissiemum2http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933172169962612609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-52056252860176737082008-06-04T15:47:00.000+10:002008-06-04T15:47:00.000+10:00Further proof that retail jobs suck.Roth Family Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344040175168572355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-37818664820845342992008-06-04T09:15:00.000+10:002008-06-04T09:15:00.000+10:00Yeah, but WITH A TEASPOON???<BR/><BR/>ROFLMAO!!miss wtfnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-53428523630591888312008-06-04T07:57:00.000+10:002008-06-04T07:57:00.000+10:00Miss WTF - there is an actual back of the store, it's just that there is very little merchandise back there. Explain the "just in time" principle to your mother.<BR/><BR/>Mumfies - You like that song? That explains a lot... just kidding. It espouses a principle that I already live by - tell people how you feel now rather than regretting it after they've passed on. And I generally don't like preachy songs about death while I get my milk and bread.<BR/><BR/>MM - Was I only 5? I thought I was older. And I didn't sever the entire finger - the scar starts in the middle of the pad of my finger and wraps around to just under the corner of the nail bed. With the brothers you had, Gabe and I should've been a cake walk.<BR/><BR/>HLS - Not like Keebler cookies? That woman was clearly a serial killer.Mooselethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16874418427786990740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-1941615374855384302008-06-04T03:47:00.000+10:002008-06-04T03:47:00.000+10:00Wow! Even after working in a grocery store for 7 yrs, I still didn't see that kind of stuff except for the little old lady asking us to check out back. <BR/>I did have the lady return the Keebler cookies because she didn't like them, nothing wrong with them, she just didn't like them.<BR/>My all time favorites were the people cashing their welfare checks and buying a carton of smokes, lottery tickets, steak, soda and candy. Woohoo - way to go - way to make the $$$ last.Hermit's 'Lil Sisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-66622102920128745532008-06-03T20:32:00.000+10:002008-06-03T20:32:00.000+10:00OMG - they let you use a knife. Give me a phone number and I will call and explain why this is a major league NO-NO.<BR/>And yes Miss WTF - with a teaspoon.<BR/>She was 5 and had a bag of peanuts. I was putting her brother in the bathtub and she was not allowed to use scissors or knives unless I was in the room. She decided she could stab through the package with a teaspoon and cut the end of her finger off. Staunching the bleeding and getting her brother dried and dressed and the two of them to the hospital was a bit of a traumatic experience. Especially so because when the policeman arrived to get us there I was standing at the top of the stairs in my pantyhose because I had been in the middle of changing and forgot I wasn't fully clothed.<BR/>Mooselet and her brother were interesting to raise.Momma Mooseletnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-11194915633303989482008-06-03T17:16:00.000+10:002008-06-03T17:16:00.000+10:00I quite like In the Living Years! But then, I don't hear it very often.<BR/>I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE liquorice.<BR/><BR/>So, if I find something really expensive and say I found it somewhere else I'll get it cheaper? Hmmmmm..... <BR/><BR/>BTW - I had a few chuckles reading this. ThanksMumfieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378295580244795773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17747834.post-81068473927479539942008-06-03T17:03:00.000+10:002008-06-03T17:03:00.000+10:00LMAO... ok, I'll try to explain to my mother that there IS no out the back and we'll see how far we get lol.<BR/><BR/>Cut yourself with a teaspoon????? ROFLMAO!!!! :-Dmiss WTFnoreply@blogger.com