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Mistaken Identity

Published January 29, 2018 by Malia

I don’t know. Maybe it’s my face. This isn’t the first time this has happened (although it was a first time at this store), and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

This is how I look this morning:

Hair is kinda gross. I’ve got a Starfleet hoodie on. Not a smidge of make-up is anywhere on my face.

I’m in the grocery store. Picking up some fruits and veggies, and general foodstuffs. As I head from the fruit to the drink aisle, I notice that there’s a guy following me. Looks to be in his late 30’s or early 40’s. Fine, whatever. I figure he’s just headed the same direction. I stop in front of the Zivia and because it takes me forever to make a decision, I stand there for at least two minutes. I’m ignoring the guy, and he seems to be looking at the snack food on the other side of the aisle. Suddenly, I hear him say, “I need to know where the cereal is.”

I ignored him, because A. I wasn’t 100% sure where it was (think it was one or two aisles away), and B. there are signs sticking up from each aisle stating what they contain. I just assumed that he was a big boy and could read.

He then pushed his cart closer to me and asked, “You work here, right?”

Okay, so keep in mind the employees of that store wear green t-shirts with the store’s logo, and if they’re cold they have on a grey sweatshirt jacket with the store logo. Plus, they wear name tags. I just stared at the guy wanting to say so many things. So many snarky things. Things like, “Dude, you’ve been watching me pick out produce and then dither over weird soda for the last five minutes. I’m in a Starfleet hoodie and have a freaking purse slung across my body. What about any of this screams I’m employed at this store???” Instead, I replied, “Um…no. Sorry.”

How this happens, I don’t know. I’ve never approached a random stranger in a store and just assumed they’re an employee. And yet, someone does this to me one to two times a year. Never is it just someone asking a question, they ALWAYS say, “You work here, right?” or “You’re an employee here, right?”

It’s pretty easy to figure out if someone’s an employee. If they’ve got the store uniform on and are wearing a nametag, it’s a pretty safe bet they work where you’re shopping. If they don’t, then leave them alone.

On a completely unrelated note, look at the pretty shades we got for our ceiling fan!

One of these days this house is going to look like we might actually be grown-ups. However, the oodles of action figures, comic books, toys, and this sign on the guest bathroom

will probably keep people wondering if we’ll ever grow up.

Short answer, probably not.

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Rejoice in All Things

Published June 2, 2014 by Malia

Everyone’s getting sick.  The boy started getting sick last week.  Mom got sick this weekend.  I made a point of trying to steer clear of the sickies.  I thought I had succeeded avoiding illness, until I started driving to work today.  I feel pretty rotten, but thankfully I’ve managed to avoid the stuffed up nose.

Tonight, after work, I stopped quickly at Walmart, and as I was passing through the grocery section, I heard some of the employees screaming at each other.  I don’t know what had caused the argument, I just know that one employee told another employee to “go to hell.”  After I walked away, I got to thinking.  In general, I like my job.  Sure, there’s rough moments, but all in all, it’s a good job.  However, I find that lately I gripe about it quite a bit.  You know who doesn’t gripe about his job?  The boy.  He listens to my whining, and honestly if anyone should be griping about their job, it should be him.  He works really hard, and I know it’s not his dream job, and yet he doesn’t complain.  And he’s so ridiculously patient and listens to all my griping.  I feel really awful about that.

I know I tend to look at the darker side of life.  I think I frequently forget to be thankful.  I get so wrapped up in worrying about what might go wrong, I only look at the negative things.  So, I’m going to try really hard to be more optimistic, and trust that the worst isn’t always going to happen.