my favorite ladies.

All day long I have moments where I think, "I am so annoyed. Oh! I'll write about it in my blog. Wait, I complain too much. I must sound like a bitch. But sometimes I'm justified! But sometimes I'm just cranky and it's probably my fault. But...but...but..."

I do try my hardest. I certainly am not trying to provoke anyone. And sometimes I just want to say, "I'm tired." I want to sit down. I want to hold my head in my hands and rub my eyes and have five seconds to exhale without someone sniffing, "Ummmmmmm, excuse me? Are you open?"
The counter I work at has two registers. One is cornered with the computer I do my ordering on. When I'm at that computer, intent on my work, the other register is behind me, thus out of eye-sight.
If you wanted to purchase something, wouldn't you come to the register next to me, as opposed to the one behind my back? And if you did come to the one behind me and realized that I could not see you or sense your existence, wouldn't you MOVE? Instead, people just stand there, and then say, "Ummmmmmmm, I'd like to like check out?" I say, "Oh, alright!" and sign on the register next to me, and they still stand at the other one. "I can take you at this register!" I get a blank look. Obviously moving 4 feet over is too much of an effort. Please move your stuff? Since you started out at the furthest possible point anyway? Thanks.

This happens all the time, and I really don't understand it. If I'm standing in front of a register, why would someone approach the other one? It's one of those little things that drives me absolutely crazy. And it's really the little things that count--and then add up to my spiral into insanity.


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My two favorite elderly ladies came in within moments of each other today, and I turned to C. and said, "Ohhhhhhhh, I want them to be friends!"
I looooooove them both. They are too adorable, and both are grandmotherly in their questions, and asked about my weekend and how going home was and if the rain was that bad and one was cooking chicken for dinner that she hoped would be okay for leftovers. I wanted to say, "But if you invite the other cute lady for dinner, you won't have leftovers and you'll just love each other cause you're the cutest ever." I kind of want them both to be surrogate grandmothers to me. LOVE THEM.