Another somewhat slow day today. I was in early–9:45–and was surprised to see that we didn’t have members waiting out in the vestibule. That may come on Friday, however. I dread it, as I open that day.
The snow we got last weekend is still here. It’s cold enough for the stuff to stay around. So now it really looks like Christmas. But it also means that I can’t take the bus to work for the next several months. My walking path is too icy to traverse safely and I don’t trust the businesses on that route to keep their parking lots clear. The Wal-Mart is a solid maybe. The Menards? That’s a hell no.
Tonight I remembered why I hate shopping at Wal-Mart: if it wasn’t the screaming kids getting on my last nerve, it was the unobservant ones who kept getting in my way. I lost count of how many times I had to bring my cart to a screeching halt to avoid hitting some unattended child playing soccer with a shelf tag. I’m not kidding, either. I’m so glad that I don’t work in that hellhole anymore.
Something happened at the door today, something involving Wiesia. It appears that she got royally reamed out by a member, to the point where she was crying. I know she’s been a bitch to me lately but that bothered me. Primus, I hate being a decent person.
Sometime this month, we’ll have a visit from the Santa float on our block. Prime can’t stand it. Me? I think it’s kinda cool, actually. Don’t ask.