Stress Comes In Bulk, Too

Mar. 24th, 2017 23:00
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Wholesale | Baltimore, MD, USA

(Self-checkout lanes tend to become a complete disaster with people using their time to text, stand there and do nothing, or even sort through the contents of their pockets. Because of this, self-check lanes become completely jammed on an extremely regular basis to the point of being unusable. To keep the lines moving, a lot of regular grocers have employees bag items in the self-check areas. I am at a popular wholesale club to pick up a few items. I get in line behind a young couple who look like they are buying a few things for a party. They are looking on impatiently at the older lady in front of them who has two large carts filled past the top. She is by herself and stops every two minutes to text or dig through her purse. All of the other lanes have similar issues with equally oblivious or rude people clogging up the lanes.)

Young Woman: *to her boyfriend* “Can you check out the other lanes?”

Young Man: *to girlfriend, referring to the older woman* “What is she doing?”

Young Woman: “Who knows? I just want to get out of here. We’re going to be late.”

(The older lady turns to give the young couple a dirty look and proceeds to start texting again, instead of scanning her items.)

Young Woman: “Ma’am, do you need help scanning your items? You have a lot here.”

(The older woman just gives her a dirty look and keeps texting. At this point, I’m also looking around for another lane, but all lanes re having similar issues, leaving people meant for the self-check lanes to look around with desperation.)

Me: *to young couple* “I think we’ll have more luck in that lane.” *points to the lane two over* “This lady clearly plans to spend her day in the lane.”

Older Woman: “Why don’t you mind your own business?!”

Young Woman: “We would, but you’re preventing us from getting to it!”

(The older woman then grunts, puts her phone away, and starts scanning her items at lightning speed. It is good timing because something happens with the other machine and the people who were using it eventually have to go to another line. The items are piling up at the end of the conveyor belt until the bagging area is too full for her to keep going. She stops scanning and looks around instead of moving. Everyone in line is mumbling about how much they want this lady to disappear from their lives. An employee emerges from the back carrying two boxes in her arms and walks by. The old lady waves her down.)

Older Woman: “Miss! Miss!”

Female Employee: “Yes? Do you need something?”

Older Woman: “You need to bag my groceries.”

(The employee looks dumbfounded. Her arms are full and she doesn’t look like she wants to be patient with this goofy woman.)

Female Employee: “Ma’am, you need to provide your own bags. We offer free boxes in the front of the store if you need them to carry your things.”

Older Woman: “My own bags? I don’t have any bags. Just give me the regular plastic bags like everyone else does.”

Female Employee: “We don’t have any plastic bags here. That’s what I’m saying. You need to take care of your own items. If you need boxes, they’re in the front.”

(At this point, the employee leaves because she clearly needs to be somewhere. This enrages the woman. She hits the “Call for Help” button. Everyone in line lets out a collective groan. At the same time, the next machine over jams up and can’t be used until someone fixes it.)

Young Woman: “Great. We are going to grow old here.”

Young Man: “Man, did we pick the wrong time to come here or what?”

(I chat with them and with the people behind me to vent our general frustrations with the situation. This upsets the older woman further, who decides she needs to defend her honor.)

Older Woman: “How is it my fault that [Store] hires incompetent employees?”

Me: “You could have gone to the correct lane to have an employee scan your items for you. THAT is your fault.”

(The older woman throws up her hands and mumbles something. A manager finally comes out, but it is crazy busy at this store. The manager was clearly not just taking a nap.)

Manager: “What did you need help with?”

Older Woman: “Someone needs to get out here to bag my groceries.”

Manager: “Ma’am, you are in the self-checkout lane. You do your own bagging. Do you understand that?”

Older Woman: “That is unacceptable! Do you see how many things I have here? Someone needs to come and bag this.”

(The manager looks back and sees the sea of irritated people who all have a handful of items looking around for a better lane.)

Manager: “I will try to get someone out to help you, but you need to get started. You’re holding up the line. In the future, please use one of the cashier lanes.”

Older Woman: “How am I supposed to get started without any bags?! You don’t have any bags here!”

Manager: “Ma’am, we don’t provide bags. You can either use your own bags or you can go to the front to get boxes to hold some of your items.”

Older Woman: “Is this how you treat all of your customers?! Go get me boxes and have someone put my things away! This is ridiculous!”

Manager: “Do your best. I will ask an employee to bring you some boxes.”

(The manager leaves and the lady stands there and does nothing. Several people in line give up at this point and leave the store without buying anything. Minutes later, an employee comes with a few empty boxes and starts putting items into an empty cart, smaller items into empty boxes.)

Older Woman: “What are you doing?!”

Young Employee: “Putting your things away?”

Older Woman: “I WANTED BAGS! BAGS! NOT BOXES!”

Young Employee: “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you have a bag?”

Older Woman: “I DON’T HAVE ANY BAGS!”

Young Employee: *shrug* “So, you don’t want the boxes?”

Older Woman: “OF COURSE NOT!”

(The employee started taking items out of the boxes and putting them directly into the cart.)

Older Woman: “STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Young Employee: “You said you didn’t want boxes.”

Older Woman: “I WANT BAGS!”

(The employee clearly didn’t know how to respond. He was pretty young, probably in high school.)

Young Employee: “You could… make believe that the boxes are bags?”

(Everyone still in line laughs. The older woman is beet red, literally hopping up and down, she is so mad. The manager makes yet another appearance and goes back over how the store doesn’t have bags, but the boxes are free. The woman makes some vague threats against the manager’s employment and eventually calms down enough to finish scanning her items with the help of the young employee. The manager stays there the whole time. He occasionally looks over to us and mouths “I am so sorry.” Finally, the transaction is done and everything is in boxes. The screen will not allow her to go to the pay menu.)

Older Woman: “Your machine is broken! Good lord! Does ANYTHING work?!”

Manager: “Just scan your [Store] card.”

Older Woman: “My what?”

(The manager stares at her.)

Older Woman: “What do I need a [Store] card for?”

Manager: “You need it in order to shop here. This store is members only.”

Older Woman: “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

Manager: “Are you saying you don’t have a member’s card?”

Older Woman: “OF COURSE I DON’T! HOW THE H*** WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT I NEEDED A MEMBER CARD?!”

(Everyone in the line groans very loudly. Someone in line yells “You have got to be kidding me!” The manager points to one of the hundreds of signs hanging that say that Store is a member’s only shop. The woman screams at the manager for a few minutes, but he has clearly ran out of s***s to give.)

Manager: “Ma’am, it’s time for you to go. You’ve wasted everyone’s time and I’m done. Goodbye.”

(She eventually left, but not before throwing out several insults. Everything she had picked out now sat in two carts and clearly had to be put away. The young couple stepped up, finished their transaction in less than two minutes. I went in and scanned my two items and was done. The line was moving. I heard this exchange just before I left:)

Young Employee: “What was her problem?”

Manager: “Isn’t it obvious? She was a stroke victim. I’d guess she had a pretty bad one.”

Young Employee: “Really?”

Manager: “No, she’s just an idiot.”

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You don't have the votes!

Mar. 24th, 2017 22:33
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I've been quiet (...too quiet) lately, but it'd be remiss of me to let a day when Paul Ryan said "Obamacare is the law of the land.… We’re going to be living with Obamacare for the foreseeable future" go by without comment.

I was terrified of the vote. Sick with it. When the friend I was visiting on Wednesday excused himself for a phone call, I typed this out on my phone and sent it to my representatives in an e-mail the ACLU mailing list had suggested I sent to my congresspeople:
I'm disabled. My parents are aging seniors, my mom particularly with longstanding health problems. My friends are poor, disabled themselves, or people of color -- sometimes all at once because that's how these things
work.

So if the ACA is repealed, I'm certain that someone I know and love will die who would not die if we keep it. If the ACA is repealed, I know that everybody I know will live in fear, suffering and misery that they won't have if we keep it.

People are kept alive by the ACA, they're kept in their homes, they're kept from that needless worry, fear and misery.

Ive lived in the UK for several years. I've enjoyed the services of a single-payer health care system there for me when I've needed it. I know this is possible. I know there's no reason for the US to be moving further away from that. It's cheaper, better care and my friends here boggle at the country I'm from being so far from having it ourselves. Please don'ttake us further still from that eminently reachable goal. Please don't make people suffer so unnecessarily.
They're all Democrats, and I was pretty confident they'd do the right thing anyway (Franken's been heart-warmingly awesome again in hearings for another awful appointee this week, which always makes me proud I get to vote for him) but I couldn't let it go uncommented-upon.

Today when I saw the vote had been pulled at the last minute, once I'd convinced myself it was for real (too scared to google in case it wasn't, I made Andrew confirm it for me) and that it wouldn't come back immediately (Trump saying he expects Democrats to seek a deal with him in a year when the ACA has "exploded" is what finally convinced me) I started crying.

I hate crying, but this was different. I've heard of crying happy tears before, and maybe this was that, but it felt more like an enormous version of the feeling I'd had on Saturday night when I thought I'd lost the keys to our B&B room and that this was going to be a costly and disappointing mistake to admit to our lovely hosts but then Andrew found the keys had fallen behind a table -- this on a much bigger scale, of course, but the same kind of relief. The same kind of "now I'm not being held together entirely by stress, my body must perforce collapse."

I thought of all the people being relieved and crying and screaming and hugging their loved ones and celebrating and getting drunk and remembering the people Obamacare didn't get here in time for, or the people still outside its help.

I was so fragile; Andrew had to put a frozen pizza in the oven for my dinner and my evening ended up being much less ambitious than I hoped for (I basically curled up on the couch with the dog retweeting things until my phone's battery was just about dead and now I've come to bed but I'm writing this). My body seemed to react, after the tears, exactly like it did on Saturday and after other anxiety attacks: I couldn't get warm, my muscles were almost too weak to support me, I was having all kinds of emotions at once and had the attention span of a mayfly on speed.

Of the many, many RTs, from schadenfreude at Ryan and the other writers of this hideous bill, to the insistence that this is the best time in American history for the Democrats to push for single-payer healthcare (at least, that's what it's been called there; it looks like "Medicare for all" might be the epithet that persuades people), to the acknowledgements that we know the battle isn't over but we deserve this celebration to other badass political shit going on at the same time like a Democrat winning a state legislature seat where she had to be written in to the ballots and just more women wanting to run for office generally...I'd say it's been a good night.

It hasn't been one-dimensional celebration. It hasn't glossed over the limitations of the ACA and the people who live precarious lives even with it. It hasn't made us take for granted the sterling performances of congresspeople speaking on our side before the planned vote. It hasn't made us forget about the need to investigate the horrific numbers of black teenage girls who've disappeared recently in Washington D.C. who never get the care and attention of missing white girls. It hasn't stopped cleverly-named bills cracking down on Trump's corruption as it endangers us all. It hasn't made people stop talking about Trump/Russia or the need to impeach him.

But of all the tweets I've (html willing!) shared with you here, the one I think is most important is this:

Scoff if you must, but this is why I'm involved in politics. This is why I say that I'm proud of my Lib Dem friends, who when something angers or upsets us have a kind of instinctive reaction: let's write a policy motion about this. This is why I've been so much more active in politics (partisan or not) the last few months: it's just to cope with the increasing number of things that make me fearful, anxious and sad.

I stuck with the Lib Dems when they were adding to the things that made me angry and frustrated during points in the coalition because I knew I'd feel just as angry and frustrated but with no political outlet otherwise as I don't feel there's any other UK party that sufficiently aligns with my values for me to want to support it.* But even in things like the WI, which is scrupulously non-partisan (and, being a geographically-based way of organizing people, I'm not surprised mine is full of lefties), I feel like I'm doing the same kind of work: making the world less scary, anxiety-inducing, and saddening.

And if this kind of political event, or whatever you have in the countries you live in and love people from, makes you sad, anxious or fearful, I'd really suggest getting involved in something like this. It's heady stuff: be warned, it's easy to get addicted. Most of my Lib Dem friends have stories about joining where they didn't think much of it and ended up on federal committees, standing for parliament, or whatever. I swear Tim Farron has taken some of my lines when he talks about immigration. I have friends who've helped write policies that have ended up being the law for this country. It's pretty awesome.


* It seems to have been worth sticking around for: my pessimistic husband came away from last weekend's federal conference feeling reassured that our party's membership having doubled in the last few years hasn't made it what he feared it'd be: "There was a real, real, danger that we’d have got a lot of people who thought they were joining the Coalition And Liking Europe Party" he says, but as you can read there it's clear that the Lib Dems are still existing to build and safeguard a fair, free and open society, in which we seek to balance the fundamental values of liberty, equality and community, and in which no one shall be enslaved by poverty, ignorance or conformity.

Greetings from SFO

Mar. 24th, 2017 16:41
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My dad's birthday weekend! Will and I were up at 3:50a this morning, out the door by 4:23 and at Newark airport by 5:10a, right on time. He dropped me off and I spent the mandatory 32 minutes in an atrocious security line, listening to three bros ahead of me making wiseass remarks to reach other (although once I finally got to the end of the line, I was able to keep my shoes on and 311 bag in my carryon and nobody questioned the dry cake ingredients I had wth me, and I also ended up in a regular metal detector line, so, score! ). Got myself some overpriced yogurt, quinoa granola, water and newspaper, then hung out at the gate (which was, miraculously, NOT at the far ends of the terminal) until my flight.

The plane was the emptiest I've seen in years, possibly decades. The whole back quarter was empty and even in my row, the middle seat was empty. Three was a teeny delay while mechanics replaced a lightbulb, and then we were off. The flight wasn't the smoothest, but it wasn't terrible either, except for the first minute of our descent into SFO. I dozed a little, read a little, did the newspaper puzzles. And six hours later, at 10:30 PDT, we landed. (Due to weather we came in on a different path and runway than usual. If the weather had been clear I could have practically waved at my mom. )

It was when I texted the folks back home to let them know I'd landed that the trouble began. Will, who was getting the same flight notifications I was, told me that my 11:30a connection to North Bend OR had been cancelled due to the weather. The problem: my dad's airport has ONE gate, and ONE flight in and out from SFO per day. (And only one flight in and out through Portland). I found the customer service desk as son as I got off and the agent got me on a 4p flight to Eugene, OR, which would necessitate a 2:40 drive on the other end. So i hopped online and rented a car. No way wad I making my dad schlep out to get me for that.

But getting should of my dad to tell him NOT to go to the airport nearly drove me to nervous collapse. The CapTel relay didn't work on Sunday, did work last night, and didn't work again today. I could hear him pick up, but no sound was transmitted. After two tries I called directly, author the relay but by then he'd decided I must be a spammer and wouldn't answer. I texted mom and asked her to try but she had the same problems. I called his neighbor across the street but she and her grandma were at work so I had to leave a message. Het boyfriend saw I'd called though, and alerted her, so she texted me. But when I realized none of them could help, my relief came to a crashing halt. We were quickly approaching the time when my dad was going to head to the airport and I didn't want him to drive 40 mins for no reason and then get confused about where I was and what was going on. But finally, finally, he answered the phone. I could have cried in relief. Author the relay I had to shout like crazy but he got the message.

After that, I had to break lent and eat some Sees chocolate just to calm my nerves.

I got some food, finished my kindle book "Mark of the wolf" and was then tired and bored pout of my mind. And then my flight was delayed THREE times, from 4p to 4:40p to 4:50p to 5:30p. Which means ill need to try again to get should of my dad once I'm in Eugene and I hope he won't be asleep at 20p or he'll never hear me knock. I had already decided that if it wad delayed Amy longer I would throw in the towel and go spend the night with my mom.

So now I get to drive 2:40 in the dark and the rain in unfamiliar surroundings when I've been up for 20 hours already. I just got myself a mocha to improve the odds, but still - its not ideal and I'm on the verge of just giving up and flying home again. This trip was already so short, this delay just stinks.

They did just alert us that boarding would start soon so, fingers crossed.

I'm typing on my phone which has a very unintelligent swype keyboard, so apologies for typos.

Friday Yardening

Mar. 24th, 2017 18:30
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Today I planted three Here Lies Butch daylilies beside the patio where the herb gardens are, and mulched around them.

Weather is warm but very blustery.

There are still two white eggs in the mourning dove nest by the kitchen window.

The barrel garden has a purple hyacinth budding beneath it.  The first of the purple grape hyacinths have opened near the patio.  Daffodils are budding in the inner ring around the maple tree, and a purple crocus is blooming there.  I saw the first blue-and-white violet blooming today. 
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Here's the plan: every Friday, let's recommend some people and/or communities to follow on Dreamwidth. That's it. No complicated rules, no "pass this on to 7.328 friends or your cat will die". Just introduce us to some new things to read.

mmm, squeaky...

Mar. 24th, 2017 18:13
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After about eight months plus an extra week's detour into "the problem is that the original contractors were doofii", we once again have a proper source of hot water. New Tank is actually smart enough to sort-of explain when it doesn't like something, moreover, hence the detour when the meaning of an intermittent error light turned out to be that some bright spark appears to have connected up the exhaust pipes inside the walls in such a way that the furnace was occasionally blowing into New Tank's metaphorical ear. Not an imminent danger, just very very dim of someone.

At some point during those eight months of spot-cleaning and dry shampoos, some other bright spark changed the formula of my favourite proper-shampoo, and now I have to go find another brand. Bother.

In happier news, the cats have just about arrived at a state of detente, or at least denial. What did that take, about two years?
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The newsletter from Trails for Illinois encourages forwarding. So here is some nature and pathfinding news from my area.

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Mar. 24th, 2017 18:37
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⌈ Secret Post #3733 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Still reading "The Lost Time Accidents." We have moved past WWI and into WWII, and yes, thank you, the resonances with our current political climate are present, if mostly backgrounded. The more obvious SF jokes/references (writer "Orson Card Tolliver," the "Church of Synchronology") are a little distracting, and bound to be more so as we head toward more contemporary times, but so far it's at a tolerable level.

And Today It Is Snowing. Again.

Mar. 24th, 2017 18:07
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We have a winter weather advisory up until 9 PM.

I am so tired of this winter.

Today's fun-that-isn't: starting the job of setting up our new web page, now that SFF-Net is going good-bye forever at the end of the month. (There isn't anything there, yet, but at least we've got the domain nailed down.)
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This poem came out of the March 7, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] curiosity. It also fills the "money" square in my 12-1-16 card for the iPod Shuffle Music Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Cuoio & Chiara thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

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“No man is above canon law!”

Mar. 24th, 2017 21:58
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Posted by frz@wdtprs.com (Fr. John Zuhlsdorf)

As the Gorsuch Trials continue, this comes from the often amusing Eye of the Tiber:

Catechumen nominee Neil Schlesing said that “no man is above canon law” when pressed on whether Pope Francis could allow divorced and remarried Catholics to receive communion.

It was one of several exchanges Tuesday as Schlesing mostly deflected council members’ efforts to get him to reveal his views on the death penalty, global warming, and other controversial issues inside the Catholic Church.

As the grueling day of questioning wore on, council members and Schlesing engaged in a well-established tradition in recent confirmation Masses, as the nominee attempts to resist all requests to say how he feels about the Holy Father’s decisions, regardless of how many times he’s been asked.

Donohue also asked Schlesing what he would do if the pastor of the church asked him to deliver a speech about sin in front of the congregation.

“Mr. Council, I would have walked out the door,” Schlesing replied. “That’s not what Catholics do. My personal views, I tell you, Mr. Council, are over here. I leave those at home.”

The exchange with parish council member Lindsey Donohue came on the second day of Schlesing’s confirmation hearing to fill one of the final vacant seats for this round of confirmation classes.

Doesn't sound very close to me

Mar. 24th, 2017 21:16
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While I have quite oft remarked that, if you want to exercise regularly, it really helps if where you do it is easy to get to, and something that may not be the absolutely ideal thing but close at hand is more likely to actually get done on a relatively regularly basis than something that might be optimum but a faff to get to. (This probably applies to other things as well.)

But while this article more or less substantiates The Wisdom of the Hedjog in principle, I was a bit beswozzled by the travel distance cited - 3.7 miles - which does not strike me as what I would consider a walkable distance, at least if one's combining it (there and back) with a workout.

It's a different world. And I would like to know, are we talking public transport? or driving? to get there.

Reiterates anecdote of walking from where I was staying in Austin TX to Zilker Park, through entirely deserted streets, and found when I got there hordes of people who had driven there to walk, jog, etc.

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Mar. 24th, 2017 17:31
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I have been exhausted and headachy all day. I lay down from about 9:30 until about 11:30, but I didn’t manage to sleep. Right now, I’m drinking a cherry coke and sitting in bed with the lights very dim and a shoulder throw electric blanket (borrowed from Cordelia) on the back of my neck and across my shoulders. The prolonged, very focused heat is helping a lot. I think that I might actually be able to sleep now, but I would like to manage to stay awake and get things done.

Scott is currently out, taking Cordelia and her best friend off for their weekly gathering of friends. The movie of the week is Ponyo.

I think Scott’s disappointed that I wasn’t awake and doing things with him all day while Cordelia was at school and probably won’t be this evening while she’s out. We almost never get time alone in the house. Of course, from my point of view, Friday is the absolute worst day for anything requiring being able to think or being able to deal with noise or bright lights or… yeah.

I’m kind of terrified that this may be a long term thing and get worse next year due to Cordelia needing to get up before Scott leaves for work. Getting up with Cordelia wouldn’t be such a big deal if it was even occasionally feasible to nap later in the day or to go to bed at 8:00 or 9:00.

Darkwing Duck #6

Mar. 24th, 2017 16:28
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Finally found some time to post this. Sadly, it appears that this series has been cancelled with issue #8 due to low sales. There's been hints on the Facebook page that we might get more if the trades sell well, but yeah, not holding my breath.

Anyways, in this story, DW and friends go to their local Comic-Con! What could possibly go wrong?



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Available on eBay.

As usual, you can also use this squid post to talk about the security stories in the news that I haven't covered.

Fur-bal Abuse

Mar. 24th, 2017 21:00
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Retail | NY, USA

(I work in an outlet of a very high-end retail store. Most customers are looking to save a little money on expensive clothing and shoes, but some people don’t understand the concept of “outlet.” I am working in the coat section.)

Customer: “Excuse me, do you work here?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, how can I help you?”

(She holds up a $500 coat.)

Customer: “Why is everything here so cheap? Where are your good fur coats?”

Me: *indicating the rack with furs on it* “All our furs are right here, ma’am. Are you looking for a particular designer?”

Customer: *wrinkling her nose* “No, these are too cheap looking. Where are the GOOD furs?”

Me: “All our furs are here, ma’am.”

Customer: “Ugh, why don’t you have any by [High End Designer]. I can get them at [Main Store in NYC]; why don’t you carry them?”

Me: “Well, we are an outlet and we don’t always carry the same brands. People come here expecting to save money so we don’t always have the most expensive things. ”

Customer: “That is ridiculous! I came here to find a specific coat and you don’t even HAVE it. All you have is this cheap s***!”

(She managed to push a rack of $600 coats onto the floor and stomped on them while I frantically radioed for a manager. She screamed about our store being cheap until she was escorted out by security. She damaged nearly $10,000 worth of merchandise.)

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Vidthings

Mar. 24th, 2017 17:04
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Okay, this is AWESOME: Videlicet, a vidding zine featuring albymangroves, astolat, bironic, bradcpu, cathexys, gwyneth, hollywoodgrrl, kiki_miserychic, lim, loki, mordandawn, obsessive24, pteryx, speranza, stultiloquentia, thefourthvine, and tons of vids. I've only just started browsing it and it is delicious.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] sigerson sent me a link to a truly adorable Voltron vid made to "Starships," which I just showed to Zaphod, and which made us both very happy.

Here it is! )

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