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Sometimes I feel like I’m the only sane person alive. Let’s skip my being annoyed at my colleagues’ incapability of differentiating between shower gel, shampoo and body lotion (each has its fixed place on the shelves, and they always mix ‘em up…) and go straight to the lady who right after paying peeled off the price tags, rolled ‘em up and dropped ‘em onto the floor and unpacked something she had bought, liberally throwing styrofoam around, that - from the look of the floor behind the till - she must have actively been crumbling to pieces while unpacking. When the boss kindly suggsted she use the bin at our door, she practically exploded. Ohhhhhkay….

Yeah, right, the boss is back. But he seems to be happy with the job we did of getting along without him, so maybe he’ll go on holiday again soon.

Right, enough boring shop talk.

I think the Muffin Man left a few weird comments that I’d like to understand better or answer with an annoyed “What do I need wallpaper for? These colours are my doing, you Canuck!!!” Or were you talking about my renovation?
So what do you not understand about the super-sexy Turkish lady in Amsterdam? Or was it the Enschede that confused you? Frenziebot resides in Enschede.
Last but not least I’m wondering who the hot mamma is this time. Still me or my sis for killing Sims like that…?

Wow, my sister wrote a comment on my blog! Hooray!!!

Suppose that putting her on here as a co-blogger won’t be much use though. Dunno how I arrived at that conclusion.

So what’s with my colleagues and this blog? There’s only one colleague who shouldn’t know about it, and only cos she’d tell the boss. I didn’t diss any colleagues. Ok. Until now. But they all don’t know any English anyway, so that point is mute. (They should pay me extra for every time I’m required to speak English at work anyway.)

Furthermore, it looks like my sister is in need of a new graveyard; she’s killing poor, helpless Sims again. What’s wrong with that woman?

As for my day…..

Wow! Orlando Bloom flashed a radiant smile at me and wished me a nice day. I will treasure this moment till the end of my days. *siiiiiighs*

No, I did not lose my mind; we’re just having a few actor lookalikes in this humble village here, seriously.
Though Leonardo DiCaprio is looking less like “himself” with each passing month. Hard to tell yet whether that’s good or bad for him; the poor dude still looks rather bad, but less and less like Leo.

Hope “Orlando” will never change.

And if he smiles like that just for me giving him his change in the small coins he asked for, what would he do if he, like, wanted something that was sold out, and I’d order it for him? Do a striptease?
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm…..

I feel as if there was more I wanted to say, but as Christian says: If I forgot it, it can’t have been that important. Well, actually he doesn’t say that. He says: Wenn ich’s vergessen habe, kann’s auch nicht so wichtig gewesen sein.

edit: Coooooooool, my first spam comment. I’ll keep it to celebrate the occasion.

*rofls a bit*

Ok, instead of correcting yesterday’s post I will set things straight in this new one.

Those customers I was talking about…. they don’t look particularly Arabian, but I saw no reason to doubt the boss’s wife when she referred to them as such.
My Turkish (at times Kurdish) colleague Alican knows almost everyone, and she had been talking to him beforehand. I didn’t really hear anything, but I did catch that he was informing her that they were not Turkish.

Only…… what he actually told her was that they were Armenian, not Arabian. Hm. Does she need a hearing aid, or didn’t she know the word?

As an aside, what he also told me today was that those people are totally nice and hospitable, as happen to be all the Armenians he has met so far.

So finally the boss is on holiday. Hooray. About time.

Sometimes I am so ashamed of working at that crappy store.

So, ok, that Arabian family tries to get stuff cheaper at times, like those plants a while back. Well, and why not? It’s not as if our plants are the freshest. And the boss can always say no when they ask.
But if foreign people ask, it’s because they’re foreign, and would like to cheat us of our well-earned money. While their money of course is not well-earned at all because they’re all drawing our welfare money anyway. (Hey, stop throwing your rotting garbage at me; I was just quoting.)

Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked.
Those Arabian customers don’t speak German that well, plus, well, people make mistakes. The man meant to say that they had 1.50m of sold by the meter tablecloth. What he actually said was that the cloth was 1.50 Euros. The boss’s wife already started making a scene because of that.
While I took over the till (yeah, ringing up the sold by the meter stuff is d-i-f-f-i-c-u-l-t, so she can’t do it ) she saw that they had already carried 4 garden chairs through without letting ‘em get scanned. Which of course was an attempted theft. After all, it was already clear what kind of people those were, right? The scene she made then made me want to state in a loud clear voice that I just work there and need the money, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
I mean, hello-o! They didn’t grab the chairs and run, they just did what for some bizarre reason tons of people do, which is assume that “large” goods like that don’t need to be scanned, and that it is enough to say at the end “oh, and those 4 chairs, please”.
(Do I have to point out that not only foreign looking people do that? Well, I’ll do it just in case. Not only foreign looking people do that.)
In addition to it being common behaviour, those people are regular customers, and apart from daring to be foreign and - very occasionally - haggling over the prices of not quite ok goods they never did a thing.

And to make it an all perfect day the boss himself gave a customer false information on the phone, causing the poor dude to drive quite some way in vain. He had specifically said that he wanted a red one, but the boss only called down and asked me if we had the product at all. So I innocently told him, yup, two. They were both blue…
People usually cuss a bit and then leave, and anyway, what’s wrong with telling the truth? When I fuck up, I bear the consequences; when I don’t, I don’t see any reason to. So I said that unfortunately the boss didn’t tell me I had to check for red ones, and that I was very sorry about the whole incident.
This customer though sought out the boss to heartily thank him for the false info.
After that he came back to me and informed me that my boss had just told him that I was full of shit, and that he had specifically instructed me to check for red ones.

I don’t earn enough money for this.