Education Week / BYU is not a holy land

Hello all! Yes, yes I know its been so long since I've blogged and you've all just been dying to hear from me. Well it seems that today is your lucky day. Alright so, Education Week. It happened back in August and was probably one of my least favorite times of the year to work at the Creamery. Not because it was overly crowded, or that it was super busy, or that the hours were bad. Oh those things were just fine. Its the attitude of half the people that come to Education Week that makes me crazy. You see, I am not a fan of this "BYU is a holy land" mentality that people have. I mean come on people, it is just a school. Yes it's a great school with great values etc etc etc. But it is not some blessed ground. Its not. Even though it is treated as such, it is not a "Mormon Mecca". Yet people continue, year after year, to make "pilgrimages" here, to ship their kids off here for the summers, and instill in their young ones an obsessive love for BYU. Let me reiterate that I do think BYU is a wonderful school with amazing things to offer, but it is still just that, a school. And this belief that BYU is hallowed ground transfers over to the Creamery. I've referenced this before, but people really are obsessed with the BYU made stuff we sell. I have heard the words "Oh I swear by BYU (insert ice cream, ranch, cheese, cottage cheese here) " It is nothing to swear by people. It is just dairy products, made like any other dairy products, being sold in a grocery store just like any other. The Education Weekers just exemplify this obnoxious behavior. They all flock to the Creamery and fawn over EVERYTHING. "Oh look they have Creamery buckets! I HAVE to get one!" "This ice cream is better than life itself!" "I have to stock up and buy 8 gallons of ranch while I'm here, it is the best" Every little thing becomes just magical, just because it is in a grocery store that is on BYU campus. And dealing with flocks of wannabe middle aged "students" obsesssing over everything ain't really my thing. Because tempers can get pretty out of control. Like just the other day, this woman asked me if I could check if we had more buttermilk in the back, and when we didn't she flipped out because she drove ALL the way from Salt Lake through I-15 traffic just for our buttermilk. To that I have two things to say: first, if you are going to drive more that 20 minutes to get something from a grocery store, you're an idiot if you don't call ahead and make sure they have it because contrary to popular belief we do not have infinite supplies of everything. And second, don't drive 30 minutes plus for some freaking buttermilk. Holy cow (pun?). Just buy buttermilk where you live because I can guarantee that it is no different than ours. It was hard for me not to just tell her she was an idiot for driving so far and I had absolutely no sympathy for her and she could gripe at me all she wanted because I could care less. But of course I cannot say such things. Which brings us to the very common theme of Kylie wishing she could tell people off at work when they deserved it. Hmpf.

more efy, busing and customer shenanigans

So its been a while again, I know. But since my last post, I have picked up a shift in the grill busing! Woo hoo! Even more stories about people and their weird/rude/annoying habits! So lets just start with the busing stories. Lets see. Oh well just the other day, I was going about my usual busing duties, a family came in toting an adorable little puppy. I'm not sure what it was, looked like some kind of spaniel mix or something, but regardless it was cute. So I continued doing what I was doing, and at one point I peaked over at their table, and I saw the mom holding the puppy on her right leg under the table, while looking over to her left at something, meanwhile her maybe 7 year old son had his ice cream cone also under the table and was letting the puppy go to town on it, while he was tentatively licking the other side at the same time. So basically what I see is a puppy and a little boy secretly sharing an ice cream cone. It just struck me particularly hilarious. Haha and when I came back, the boy had the ice cream cone all to himself again and had about finished it off. Which is, needless to say, pretty gross. I could tell a million little stories about my major pet peeve of busing, but I'll just sum it up real quick: people leaving ALL their crap on the table. They don't pick up a thing. It is so aggravating. And then sometimes people just leave and I cant tell if they still want their food or if they are just leaving it or what. So sometimes I just leave it there, just to be sure I dont throw someone's food away. But this leads to more people getting pissed at me and telling me to clean tables for them. Ugh this one lady in particular called me from the back where I was doing dishes. From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was going to be a pain. She was probably about 45, and was sporting a zebra skirt with leggings from a store that I probably shop at, with a pale green t-shirt and, here's the winner, a matching green fedora hat. And she was obscenely tan. Not my kind of woman. And all my pre-judgments based on her appearance were correct. She talked to me like I was her house keeper when she very impolitely asked me to clean her table, while her two rambunctious little girls bounced around and watched me. I'm sure glad their mother is setting the wonderful example of treating other people like they are of a lower race than they are. She almost forgot a thank you until my back was turned and I was walking away. I just kind of laughed to myself and kept walking. Oh and the EFY kids are not any more pleasurable that they are in the grocery section. They are definitely worse on this side of the store. They all cram into the ice cream line and chatter incessantly about mundane, immature things like the boys across the way or how their hair is looking or how much money their parents gave them to spend on absolute crap. And there are so many of them that I have to shove my way through them. And they conveniently are always standing right where I need to be. And the phrase excuse me either doesn't exist to them or they are just deaf to people who aren't immature little brats like themselves. So EFY is no better on the grill side of things. Back to my personal favorite, grocery, I have been having so much fun (sarcasm heavily implied here) with the new freshman. They are just about as annoying as the EFY kids. But they are a little more fun to observe because you can pick 'em out so quick due to their obvious nervousness and/or overly bold behavior. There is one freshman, however, that I cannot stand. And I seem to see him every single time I work grocery. I had my first run in with him earlier this week I think, maybe last week. So I'm sitting at my register and he comes up asking me where the food coloring is. I kindly take him down the right isle and point it out on the shelf. Expecting a thank you or at least something of that nature, I am utterly surprised when he turns to his friend and scoffs, "See, women are just better at finding things on shelves." It took every thing I had in me not to punch him in the face right there. I was more than ready to introduce his face to one of those shelves that I was so familiar with. Later that same day he came in with a cart saying that he'd found it by his dorm, so I pointed to the other carts and told him to put it there. He just looked at me and said, "No, but I found this alllll the way out by my dorm." I was more than short with him when I repeated that he should just put it with the others. I hope he felt my icy disdain. Ugh enough about that, today I had a run in with a gaggle of air head EFY girls. The kind of girls that give females a bad name. After being sufficiently giggly and ridiculous, one of the girls went to get her money, momentarily forgetting where it was, then smiling and pulling it out of her shirt. Yes, she had a 20 in her bra. Then she apologized for using a 20 on something so cheap. I just looked at her. In my mind I was like really? I'm sorry that I have to touch this money you just pulled out of your bra. Thats what I'm sorry about. And I'm sorry that you are trying to draw attention to your little A-cup chest. You'll soon learn not to want people to notice that you have no boobs. Almost all of my fake politeness was used up on that group, seeing as she almost forgot the one item she purchased as she left. I am also over people who think they are funny. We get people in there every day who say or do stupid things, mistakenly thinking that we want them to entertain us with their comedic prowess. We don't want that. We certainly don't want you to try and be funny by saying or doing awkward or strange things. But people seem to think this is the way to go, that is what the "cool" people do. Its not. This man came through the other day and as I was ringing him up he said he wanted a discount. I just smiled and mentally rolled my eyes as always, but stopped when he told me that President Monson said he should get a discount. Really? In my mind thats all I can think. Really? Is this guy serious? This is a serious place, we can be serious here. And I wanted to ask him if he was serious. I mean what am I supposed to say to that? Its not really funny. Its mostly just lame. I just laughed my super fake laugh and said something about how I can't say no to that. Except I am going to say no to that. I guess he did that to someone else on campus, and I am envious of their response, which was, "Oh well I'll just give you the same discount as Pres. Monson." when he asked what that discount was, the person responded, "Oh, Pres. Monson would never ask for a discount." Ha I just think that is so clever. Too bad I'm not that quick. Too bad I didn't get to talk to this super cranky guy today who told one of the managers, (and I quote) "Well, I've spent my whole life trying to stay away from BYU, but now I'm here, and I want some ice cream, so where can I get some?" I guess he was scowling and unpleasant the entire conversation, and he even came through my line, but didn't say anything as charming as that. If he had, I would've been all to tempted for thank him for his donation to the Lord's university, or something ridiculous like that. Ah well. Maybe next time. And now it is time for bed. Goodnight all.

addendum to EFY

so I forgot a crucial EFY story. My first day with the kids, These boys came through and their total was $1.69. One of the boys turned to the other and said "Hey, guys look, 69. ha ha" Then they proceeded to high five one another and laugh at how funny the number 69 is. I guess I've never been a teenage boy, so I was less than impressed. Mostly it was just funny because as far as EFY boys go, its the number 69 in any context = much high fiving. and thats all I needed to add. In this addendum.

EFY

So as I'm sure all of you know, BYU hosts an event called Especially For Youth, a summer camp type of thing where kids from the ages of like, 14 or 12 or something to like 18. The majority of the kids that go are probably between the ages of 14 and 17. My least favorite age of kids. So I was not excited for EFY to start, needless to say, because it would mean swarms of hormonal, adolescent kids roaming around, being awkward and trying to understand the feelings of sexual tension they were having for each other. Annoying. And the first day of EFY, I walked into the Creamery for my shift and the place was filled with kids. Backed up all the way to the door. I had to fight my way to the back to clock in. It only gets like that during their breaks though, and one of their breaks is during like half of my shift. So I have had some interesting interaction. The other day, this one kid came through my line 3 different times, the second time he called me by my name (due to the name tag) and then wagged his little name badge thing as he was walking off and "smoothly" said, "oh, I'm Nick" (I think it was Nick at least..) and the third time he came through, as he left he asked me when I got off. Cool. Then said something about maybe seeing me. This kid was honestly about 15, maybe 16. Gross. So that was my first interesting experience. Then today, this girl came through and bought some Bubble tape gum, and after she bought it she picked it up, looked at her friends and said(and I quote), "I got bubble tape, bubble tape ok? we are going to party tonight guys!" I had to keep from laughing in her face. Then, right after that, there were two other little EFY girls, and a 24 year old guy behind them, rather creepily asked them if they were in EFY, and if they were liking it, and if they had met any cute guys. So this guy had caught my attention already, then when he came through my line, he looked at me and asked me how much was the most pizza I have ever eaten. What? Really? Is that really what you want to know? You creeper. Which is what he was. Then, to top it all off, he wanted to give me change after I had already entered his amount and it was super annoying. Then, this group of kids saw that the conveyor belt went around in circles. So, in order to demonstrate their capacity for immature obnoxiousness, they put their items allllll they way at the back where I couldn't reach them, so I had to push the button to make it move forever, since my belt is broken, while they laughed and carried on about how cool mechanized grocery store machinery is. I was pretty tired today as well, so when they did that I had to put on my best fake voice/smile and ask them if they enjoyed watching that conveyor belt move. They didn;t pick up on my sarcasm, obviously. They were too distracted by their rotating items. Well thats all the stories I have more now.

catch up blog

It really has been forever this time, and I know you are all just waiting on me to blog again, so I decided that I should finally do another post. Its going to be really random, and I will probably have to do more posts making up what I forget in this one, because this is just all from memory. So lets see, weird things that have happened to me in the last month or so; Well I did have this one guy come through and buy a few things, and as I was finishing up his order, he asked me why we didn't have any coffee or anything here. In my head I already knew that this was going to be an awkward discussion. I decided to just tell him that BYU didn't have any caffeine on campus, but of course he asked why, so I told him that Mormons didn't drink caffeine. He then laughed and said "Well, Jesus didn't say we weren't allowed to drink caffeine". I didn't know how to respond so I just smiled and said "I know" and handed him his receipt. He wasn't being mean or anything about it, but I know he was wanting to provoke me into some kind of discussion about it. Too bad for him I like my Dr. Pepper too much to disown caffeine in its entirety. Another funny experience I had, and possibly one of the funniest I've had, was with these two older women. It was a day that I had been fighting off the tail end of a cold and was very sniffly and stuffy sounding. These two women started to come through my line but as soon as they heard me talk hesitated, and one looked and me and asked me if I had a cold. I told her that I did, not thinking anything of it, but then she asked me, with a worried look on her face, if I could have another cashier come check her out, because she didn't want me and my malicious cold give her any trouble, her reason being heart problems. She actually told me that she didn't want to come near me and my cold because of heart problems. I didn't know that having a cold could really do anything to your heart, but I mean she was old and I'm not a doctor, what do I know. So I ended up having to call someone else up to help her while I just stood there trying not to laugh. Well just those two stories for now, I'll have an Efy post coming soon. Until then, keep it real all of you lovely people that read this.

Women's Conference

Every year BYU hosts a conference for all the LDS ladies around the world. Which is wonderful and such but it means that once a year for about 3 days campus is filled with an abundance of middle aged to elderly women. They are literally everywhere. They fill the Wilk at lunch time. And the swarm the Creamery late at night. And they all want brownies and ice cream and apples oddly enough. So Thursday I worked from 4 to close, which is 7 hours and it really wasn't that busy for the majority of the shift. And only one catty lady that I had to deal with. She misread the king size milky way label and was under the impression that it was 89 cents (which is ridiculous by the way, candy bars haven't been that cheap since the stone ages) Well when she found out that the candy bar was not that much, she decided that she didn't want it and shoved it back to me, rather rudely, while I was still in the process of giving her change. It threw me off for a second but then I put her change back and called the manager up to the front, since they are the only ones who can authorize exchanges. She just looked and me and then asked why she couldn't just have her ten back. I told her that I had to do the exchange first and needed a manager. She then gave me and indignant look and said "Do I really have to sit her and wait?" I really just wanted to tell her yes, yes you do just have to sit there and wait. But I didn't. Instead I just looked at her for a second and reluctantly gave her back her money and did the exchange later. So as rude as she was, I would like to acknowledge the fact that I am amazed that there weren't more rude women like that. So kudos ladies of Women's Conference 2010, the majority of you were not crotchety and unpleasant. This and my previous experiences with those who might be considered "elderly" have brought me to this conclusion: Old people are either really nice, or really mean. There isn't a middle ground really. They can either say something that is just so kind and tender and just make your day, or they can grouch at you and make you do unnecessary tasks for them. So for me, when it comes to the elderly, there isn't a whole lot of gray area. I either like em or they annoy me with their un-zest for life. Also around this time something happened that made me laugh. This 12 or so year old boy came in with his mother or grandmother or something and when asked about how he liked are sherbet he loudly went on about how he liked it so much and how since he, and he only, told the Creamery that he liked it so much and kept on requesting that is be made again, brought it back because of his insisting. He was very very proud of the obvious hold he had on all of us there. It made me laugh because it is a perfect example of how even the young seem to feel that we are there to wait on them hand and foot, and heed their every desire. I was just laughing as he left the store, still boasting of his persuasive prowess. Well that is it for tonight, until next time (which I promise will not be as long as it was last time).

Customs (I know, its been forever)

Ok so I know it has been over a week since I've posted anything new, and I know you have all just been waiting on the edge of your seats for some new stories, so, worry no more. I am going to do two right now, one for customs (I'll explain what that is) and one for Women's Conference. And unfortunately it has been a while so, the details aren't as fresh, but hopefully the stories will still be good. Customs is the time in between semesters, so the scheduling is kind of just a first come first serve type of thing and it is a really really crazy time because everyone's parents are in town and everyone is trying to use up all their meal plan money etc etc. So I have already talked about this a little, but it has bugged me so much that I am going to talk about it again. The Helaman Dinning plans, as I have said, do not work at the Creamery, and the other day a guy came through and told one of my co-workers that we were going to get sued if we didn't put a sign up saying they couldn't use their cards here. Really? Really angry parent of a stupid kid who can't read up on his own meal plan, must we turn to litigation for everything? do we really need to further that stereotype? And what an idiotic thing to say anyways. Obviously we wouldn't get sued for something like that. This is just another example of people assuming that since we work at a grocery store, we are dumb. And that we would feel threatened by some ruffled parent saying we could be sued. It was super annoying and bugged me for half my shift. Also that day we had a guy calling from somewhere out of state because he wanted some of our roasted almond fudge ice cream. Apparently it had been featured in some newspaper and now it was a hot commodity. So here is my thing about that: our ice cream is good, it is, but it is not that good. Not order it from out of state good. But I have had multiple people ask about having our ice cream shipped to them. Who would pay that much in shipping fees just to have BYU label ice cream? are we really that obsessed with this school? Yes, people are really obsessed with this school. Which explains most of their strange behaviors. Sometimes/ most of the time I think people just need to get over it. Ok moving on. I got a call like a week ago from someone trying to get the event information desk or something. I told him he had the wrong number and this was the Creamery on 9th. He told me he was looking for information about the Stadium of Fire. I told him we didn't have the number for info, but he still seemed to think that I would know if there were still tickets on sale. Because since I can answer a phone and work for some part of BYU I am knowledgeable about all of BYU's doings. Obviously. I just told him I had absolutely no idea about that and then laughed after I hung up the phone. Now some random rants that happened during customs but are just annoying in general. People being obsessive about discount meat. This one specific kid always comes in during the day, finds meat that expires the next day and then comes to the register and bugs us about if he can have it for half off. He has done it numerous times, and frankly it has begun to get on my nerves. And on the mangers' as well apparently, because they have stopped doing that for people, possibly because of his badgering. Thats just my own speculation though. another thing that you ALL need to pay attention to, because this has happened a lot lately and is really really obnoxious. When you come up to check out, please have everything you need then. Don't put your stuff down and then ask if you can run and go get something. Or not even ask and just disappear. It is really very rude, and it pisses other customers off. This guy did that the other day and a lady came up and looked at his stuff and was like where is this person? and I told her he was just grabbing something, but she just scooted his stuff over and started handing me her stuff. I hesitated for a second while she stared me down, holding out her groceries, but then the guy showed up and I told her that he was right there and she waited. Basically dont run off after you have come up. It just makes everything more awkward and complicated for me, and I'd like to avoid that as much as possible. Ok, thats it for this one, another post to come later one tonight.

in between semesters craziness

So it's kind of been a while. Sorry about that. With finals and the end of the semester and moving out of the dorms things have been crazy, and I haven't worked in almost a week. Okay, so, today. Hmm, where to start. Well first off I sympathize with those who work in the grill/ice cream portion of the store. It was absolutely insane over there today. The Creamery gave every graduate a free single scoop coupon, and we have a lot of graduates. A lot. So the restaurant workers have been working their butts off. Well to start off the day, a guy came through my line and bought some chipotle something corn nuts. As I was scanning them, he was like "Don't those look so disgusting?" I was really puzzled as to how I was supposed to answer this question. Was I supposed to just agree with him? or was I supposed to support the item he was currently in the process of paying for. It really stumped me. I just looked at them and said that I wasn't sure. He laughed and said he was excited to try them. Alright sir. Have fun eating something you think looks disgusting. Weirdo. Haha this next one, is about you Julia, but you were going to count out as it happened so I didn't get to tell you. So if you are reading this, get ready. So as my co-worker Julia was going upstairs to count out, she waved all silly like and "miss america" like just to be funny. Right after she left a customer came through the other line, and in a fairly scoffing manner commented, "wow, that girl waves really funny, I mean, she was all like this" (as he made largely dramatized hand motions). It was pretty rude, but funny. We nicely tried to explain to him that she was kidding around but he was kinda odd and didn't really pick up on anything. Thats ok though. It probably made his day, seeing the crazy creamery girl waving her arms around in a ridiculous wave. Now its rant time! So when people ask you if the price something rang up as is the real price....Yes everyone, it is. Actually, no, that little number you see is just a joke and we have a secret price for all of your items. Ugh. And then, today, some kid bought some bread, and on the sign it said 2 for 3.00. He only bought one. It rang up as 1.50. So even I can see that 1.50 + 1.50 = 3.00, i.e. 2 for 3.00. But he looked at the screen and asked me "the sign over there says 2 for 3.00, so that would make one only 1.50, right?" this was after I had rang it up. And the price 1.50 had been established on the screen. I just kind of stared at him and said yes. He seemed so relieved. I don't understand why. It said 1.50, it was supposed to be 1.50. Why get all worked up? Who knows. Mostly stupid questions like that bug me a ton. Oh and the other big obnoxious mess I had to deal with today has to do with another one of my favorite rants. So people that live in Helaman can't use their Dinning Plus plans in our Creamery. Its their meal plan, they should know this. And most do, or just don't go all the way over to 900 to shop. But some do, and some don't know they can't use their meal plans. That happened today. With a huuuge order. The girl wanted to use her Dinning Plus and it didn't so I asked if she live in Helaman and I told her that hers didn't work here. And you see, many people put money on their Signature/school card and those work everywhere. So she was convinced that it had worked before. As nicely as I could I assured her it had not, seeing as we have never accepted Helaman Dinning Plus before. But she very surely told me "No I know it has, it just must not be now. I mean its fine if it wont work this time. I'll just have to go to Wyview" as if I would be offended at her going to another store. Except! not. I could give a rat's behind where she shops. Ha, my favorite was that he mom was with her, and when I told her she couldn't use her meal plan, her mom stepped in and said "Well she is an RA, does that change anything?" haha I just wanted to be like "What? oh she is an RA? Well why didn't you say so? She can do whatever she wants! Take whatever you want, don;t even worry about it, you're an RA." instead I just told her that meant nothing in this situation, and she then advised me we should put up a sign telling students from Helaman that their cards wouldn't work here. Or they could know the limits of their own meal plans? Hmm, odd concept. But I mean, that girl was an RA so, I should have probably just done whatever she said, even though she was taking a tone with me. Oh, and second favorite? She left her about 15 bags of crap there without even doing anything or apologizing. We had to put it all away. But she just huffily said she was going to shop elsewhere. With attitude I welcomed her absence. Ah well that was my day today. I hope it was entertaining to you all.

somewhat of a rant.

First weird thing that happened today: girl threw down her stuff right after this guy I had just rung up, and she looks at me and hurriedly said "We aren't married or together at all." and that was all. I just smiled and said ok while trying not to smile too much. It was crazy random. Also today I was loving all the "finals" purchases people were making. Let me just sum up 90% of what people bought today: candy and frozen dinners. I kid you not, I have not seen so much candy bought before. I love that I can just gage the stress level of people by what they buy. And boy were people stressin' today. So on to the rant section of today's entry. I have a few pet peeves, and will only cover a few right now. First off, green bags. They really are more of a pain than anything else because no one knows how to go about using them efficiently. I'll give an example of the perfect way to use your green bag, for all of those who might be wondering. At the conveyor belt, UNLOAD your green bag. That is basically all you need to do. But hardly anybody does. They usually do one of three things: (wow I'm using a lot of colons today) number 1. they pack everything in their bag and don't take it out once they get to the cashier. It is incredibly inconvenient and a huge pain. You have to take everything out of the bag, scan it, then put it back in. It takes forever. And is annoying to me and every other cashier ever. the second thing that people commonly do is unload their groceries from their green bag and hold onto the bag until everything is scanned, then realize and say oh, I have a green bag, and expect me to bad everything for them even though I am already done with their transaction. Also annoying. Third thing and probably the most annoying, people unload their stuff and instead of putting the bag on the other side of the counter, they hold it out to me. Right in front of my face, while I am already using my hands to scan things. They just hold it there, waiting for me to take it from them, all the while they could just move their arm 2 inches and put it where the groceries are. But that is just all to complicated it seems. So that is my rant about that. Second rant, cell phones. Don't talk on your cell while going through a line. It is super rude and we all hate it. Related to that, we are supposed to ask you how you are doing and whatnot, so when we say hello how are you today? and you just stare blankly it is more than obnoxious. We actually don;t care about you or your day, but we are supposed to pretend to be nice because it is our job. The least you can do is say fine thanks. Thats all. No life story needed. But for some a simple fine is too much to ask. Third rant, people who don't talk loud enough/expect me to read minds. You all may be surprised to know that cashiers ,in fact, are not able to read thoughts. Nor do we have super sonic hearing. Just today this girl came through and I was only have turned towards her because I was getting or doing something, and she practically whispered that she didn't want a bag. I didn't hear her completely and thought she was talking to her friend so it didn't register. As I bagged her item she a tiny bit louder said no bag, and stared at me like I was dumb. It was pretty cool. I love it when people treat me like an idiot when they are actually slightly incompetent for society and interactions with others. But instead of calling her out like I very much would have loved to, I just apologized and gave her her un-bagged item. Oh the many things I wish I could say to some people. I think that there should be a designated day for us to be able to say whatever we want. And I don't want to be rude just to be rude. Oh no. I completely appreciate those who have common sense and courtesy in public. But those who feel like they get to be rude to me because I work behind a register just need a little wake up call I think. Though will they ever get it? I doubt it. But a girl can dream right? speaking of dreams it is more than past time for me to get some sleep, hope you enjoyed today's rants!

tuesday, april 14th, 4:00pm - 8:00pm shift

So I had a number of weird things happen today. Right off the bat, as we were counting in (counting all the money in our drawers before we started) the song "Say What You Need to Say" by John Mayer was playing. I hate that song. But anyways, we went downstairs and the first customers I had were a girl buying some stuff and her strange guy friend. So she bought some laundry detergent and clorox or something, and it was pretty expensive. Not break the bank expensive just a little pricier than your average creamery visit. Well, the guy muttered into her ear, and I'm not sure if he wanted me to hear or not, that she was being ripped off. Whether that statement was meant for me to hear or not, I don't really care because it is a rip off and I am not deeply offended at comments against the store that I work at. I'm not that loyal. The girl replied to this that she knew and would go somewhere else but didn't have a car. "This is my life," she said, "this is how it is. I just feel like I would be such a better person if I had a car." (keep in mind that she just bought detergent at a kind of high price. She didn't kill someone or steal something) to this the guy replied, "Yeah, and I thought my life was bad. I mean my son tried to kill himself and I'm pretty sure your life is still worse." and he was dead serious! No sarcasm, nothing. It was way weird. So that was a good start to the day. The next weird occurrence was a Chinese woman and her 7 year old child. She woman asked her son something, I don't know what, and he either didn't know or answered wrong, and she burst out "DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" Again, keep in mind that this little boy is about 7. She was buying some ground beef, and when I scanned it she saw the price and asked if it was 1.99 total or 1.99 per pound. I told her it was per pound and in my head asked her if she knew anything, just to get back at her for being so mean to her kid. Okay so next thing, let me just say something to all the guys out there, especially ones at BYU; so being able to speak another language is cool, and we girls will obviously respect that fact. BUT it does not make you the coolest guy around. At all. Especially since like 90% of boys on this campus can speak a foreign language. Okay that being said, these two guys that I could tell were going to be weird came through my line. They were speaking English all fine and dandy until I got to their items. Then, as if by some miracle, once they were right in front of me, they just switched over to some random language! I mean, wow. I was pretty throughly impressed. Except not really. I was actually more annoyed than anything at their lame attempt to be impressive. So those are my stories of the day. Enjoy.

random assortment of thoughts

I just got home from my weekly closing shift, and I'm pretty super excited because we close at 11 on weeknights now so I don't have to be there till 12:30 closing shop. But basically I decided instead of writing about something specific, I would just write about some random things today. Like this man that came through my line and was totally awkward. So it was pretty busy and from time to time I will get going pretty fast and forget to ask how the person is doing. This guy had one item and I quickly scanned it and checked him out etc etc. He took his time leaving though, and I started to check the next guy out and asked him how he was, and the man that I had just finished with somewhat indignantly said "Well you didn't ask me how I was doing." I didn't really know how to respond to that, it really caught me off guard. I just looked at him for a second and then asked "How are you doing today sir?" he laughed and said something then left, while my coworkers and all I laughed at how weird the encounter was. I mean, really. What a weird thing to do. I felt kinda bad too. So not only was he awkward, he made me feel bad. Who does this guy think he is? haha and he wasn't even some college student. College boys are usually pretty strange so I'm used to the weird things they do. But this guy was an adult, so it totally threw me off. Also I would like to comment that I was surprised by the high use of the little rubber dividing stick today. I was pretty proud of peoples' smart decisions to divide up their items as to not cause me frustration later. Another random thought; like a week or so ago I was staring out the window (one of my favorite bored-at-work pass times) and I saw the creepiest creeper van to date. It was big and dark purple, and on the window was written, "Help wanted: Reps from 13 to 19 years of age" and then a phone number. Nothin else. No logos, no business name or other descriptions of any kind. It was pretty much the best thing ever. Now I just wish that I had thought to write down the number and check it out. Oh well. I see some great things through that window. Like this lady that was probably six month pregnant jogging down the street. Seriously? I think this bothers me because I am lazy and out of shape but I mean come on, you are pregnant! This is your time to be lazy, random woman! Why are you physically exerting yourself? haha I had such a rant about it Julia told me I should chase her down and tell her. But She would probably out run me, even though she is carrying another person. Although with all my excess it could count as another person I bet. So there random pregnant woman, you may be able to beat me in a race but I don't even care. As of late one of my favorite things to watch out the window is that big bridal fair advertisement. It passes the creamery like 8 times in one shift. It cracks me up. This old man just drives it in circles around campus and Heritage in general. Where all the girls yeanin' to get married are. Good choice whoever owns that thing. Beat it into these girls' minds even more. Hopefully they'll all frantically go and get engaged pronto. That would be the ideal anyway. Alright well I'm digressing so, I'm done for the night. Until next time yous guys.

Cheese Curds.

I am still trying to decide how I want to go about doing this. I can't decide if I want to just blog after every shift or just whenever about random stuff. Until I get things figured out, I will just be bringing you some of my favorite rants that I have already from this semester of working. Today's topic: cheese curds. Until I started working at that store I had never heard of these cheese curds, also known as "squeaky cheese". One day early in the semester someone asked me if we were selling cheese curds and I, slightly confused, told them I didn't think so because I had never heard of anything like that. I asked one of my co-workers about it after and they told me that before the distributor was closed for remodeling they sold cheese curds. Okay so I'm sure you are wondering where I am going with all this random information about curds (whatever the heck that even is) of cheese. Here's the thing, people are obsessed with them. Obsessed. Someone storms in demanding cheese curds about every other shift. And recently we have started getting them in again so the harassment about them has somewhat abated, but not entirely. Just the other day a lady came up to me asking if I knew when we would be getting them in. Seeing as I really have no idea about when anything comes in, I just pretend like I know for customers, I told her I wasn't sure, but I didn't think it was on a regular basis. Which it's not. Cheese curds are a sporadic item of ours. But that wasn't good enough for her. She gave me a lovely look and rudely asked me if there were any way she could find out for sure. I then looked to my dear co-worker, Julia (who is going to show up in this quite a lot I'm sure) and asked her. Julia told her the same thing, and the lady, clearly exasperated, snidely asked if there were a number she could call to find out when we would have them. Julia asked if she wanted the number for this creamery, or-and she was about to say or the distributer creamery-but was rudely interrupted by the woman saying, through a laugh, "well, that is the number I would want to call here, right?" Needless to say Julia gave her the number and sent her on her way. Why was this woman so rude? Oh, because we didn't have any cheese curds on hand. Heaven almighty, what are we to do? And she wasn't even the only curd crazy person in there that day. Julia had a man come through that was asking about cheese curds like an addict who needed a heroine fix. This driving need for whatever curds are is very disturbing. So that's my soap box about that. People are obsessed with cheese curds, and its weird. the end.

numero uno.

So, I work at the Creamery on 9th, which is the basis for this entire blogging extravaganza. I have never done this before so bear with me in my blundering through this strange new world of self expression. But I digress (which will most definitely happen a lot in this blog). Today while I was working with some good friends of mine the idea popped up that we should write down all of our crazy and interesting experiences that we have with all our many lovely customers. So I will, in advance, apologize if anyone reads this and I make fun of something that you may do at the grocery store. No need to feel angry, embarrassed or sad, we all do dumb things at grocery stores. Even people who work at them and watch people make the same mistakes all day mess up. So that being said, people do really dumb, weird things sometimes. Especially at BYU. There is an interesting character or two on this campus. Word to the wise, singing while you are going through the checkout line is weird. Don't do it. In general full out singing while you are in public is kind of weird and I would avoid it. But that's just me. I wont go into specifics now because I am getting sleepy ( I know, its not even 1, but I have been feeling extra tired as of late), but soon I will be bringing you (whoever you are, whoever might be reading this, if anyone) stories of rants about cheese curds, people yapping on their cell phones, peoples' inability to find things right in front of them, and the general level of rude demeanor that people tend to have from time to time. I'm sure you're all very excited, I sure know I am.