It was pretty busy at work. I didn't get freight done. But I was greatly entertained by a customer saying it was nice of them to let me be goth at work. Which was sort of like what? I don't think of myself as goth, or even of my look as goth. But I do have hair that looks blue and black in the lights at work. And black and gray dangley earrings, plus three silver hoops. But only a small amount of purple eyeliner. I'm pretty sure I've looked more 'goth' on other days with black eyeliner and slightly to pale foundation. I wonder is the skull and cross bone belt or flame shoes where part of his decision that I must be goth.

Other than that nothing fun at work. My drawer was off, but it was me, and it wasn't really off, something was just run through wrong.

And then on my drive home I had a really really bad allergy attack. I probably should have pulled over. Both my eyes were burning and stinging and watering so bad that I could hardly keep them open or see. Combine that with rain and fog and twisty roads and who knows how I didn't kill myself.

Am so glad I have tomorrow off. Even if I do have to be sociable with the family.

Is it time to go to bed yet?

Yay the weekend is over I get to sleep in tomorrow. And that'll be nice.

Today me and Drama!Major decided that Neurotic!Manager lives on caffeine and nicotine. Seriously in the two months he's worked at my store I've only see him eat starbursts. He sneaks out to his truck for cigarette breaks all the time and always has a dunkin donuts iced coffee with him.

At work today I got yelled at by a customer for the very first time. Some guy called in an asked me to look up some break shoes for him. I gave him the break pad prices instead. Because really at least 80% of our customers use the two terms interchangeably. Turns out he really did need shoes not pads, and we didn't have them. So friend stopped by and we didn't have what he needed. So the guy called back and pretty much blamed me for every problem he's ever had with VIP and said he thought the store should be closed. Oookay. All that for an honest mistake. The manager told what the guys issue was, which I already knew, and apologized to him and his friend for. And other than explaining it to me the manager wasn't upset with me. I mean really I was hired as a cashier, I've only really been doing parts for a couple of weeks, and once again, honest mistake.

Why do I work in customer service again?

In other news I was driving into Skowhegan this morning and thinking what a picturesque town it is. Then looked across the intersection I was at and ammended it to picturesque as long as you didn't mind the county jail, which is pretty much dead center of town.

I'm so tired it's not even funny, I'm once again slightly confused as to how I made it home safetly.

If for no other reason than because one of the parts guys thinks I'm scarey and disconcerting. Hearing that is enough to make my day...I'm weird, so what?

I would however like to know why he finds me scary and disconcerting.

Oh and I got to witness my first pissed off VIP customer. And man did she lay it on. They had to tell her to calm down or they'd call the cops like right after she started yelling at them.

And then I cam home and put air in Jazz's tires. They've been low for awhile, not a lot, just lower than I want, so I figured tonight was as good a night as any to take care of it. Tomorrow, weather permitting, she gets a bath.