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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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I’m Grateful and Rageful

Published November 28, 2013 by Malia

I’ll get to the rage in a moment.  First, what I’m thankful for.

1.  Family.  Good times or bad, I love that I have a close family that is very supportive of each other.

2.  My excellent friends.  I’ve been very blessed with five wonderful women that I consider to be very dear friends.  Each one knows me, faults and all, and still lets me be part of their lives.

3.  My job.  A year ago, I never would have guessed that I was just weeks away from starting a job I truly love.  A job that I gladly go to, and that I truly enjoy.  Also, I have a really fantastic supervisor, and I’d be really lost without her.

4.  My love of reading, and the easy access to an almost unlimited supply of books that there is.

5.  The roof over my head.

6.  A working vehicle.

7.  Snapple.  Silly, I know, but it’s quite yummy.

8.  Doctor Who.  I love this “kid’s” show.  It’s smart, funny, and is something I can share with my family and friends.

9.  I’m generally healthy, and have much to live for and look forward to in this life.

Okay, so, it’s not so much rage as irritation.  Tomorrow is Black Friday.  I understand the theory behind the day.  It makes sense that businesses want to try to get in the black before the year ends.  However, and yes I know I’m not the only one saying this, it has gone from out of control to complete absurdity.  It used to be just one psycho day, but now it’s almost a full week.  How is  this okay?  Plus, it seems that there’s at least one death every year in connection with Black Friday shopping.  People’s lives should be of more value.  What does that say about this culture when possessions are held in higher esteem than a human being?  Don’t misunderstand me, I’m as greedy as the next person, but even I have my limits.

So, if you’re going to take part in the madness, remember that your fellow shoppers are human beings.  Remember that the people working in the stores aren’t making very much, aren’t getting to spend time with their loved ones (and have likely missed most and/or all of Thanksgiving), and being rude to them isn’t going to make things go any better for you.