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pearwaldorfWork totally kicked my ass today. I spent five and a half hours filling bulk bins. FIVE AND A HALF HOURS. They do not pay me enough for this sort of monotony. And then there was this guy who would not leave me alone. He kept wanting to talk to me about what the other Fred Meyer nutrition sections do or don't carry (apparently my store carries a buttload more stuff, which is interesting, because I always see things we don't carry when I go shopping at other stores), and he couldn't seem to pick up on the "Leave me the fuck alone!!!!!" vibes I could have sworn were radiating off me visibly. Because of course I really fucking care about where you can or can't find Kombucha Wonder Drink, which is nasty anyways.
I mean, I am more than happy to help point people in the direction of where to procure weird random natural food items (somebody asked me today if we carried celery soda, thus reminding me of the parsley soda in Lemony Snicket's The Ersatz Elevator), but when customers start jabbering at me until I start doing my work to try and make them go away, and they still don't stop, it makes me think they have no friends to talk to. And that's sad, because people should have better things to do than chatting up the nutrition clerk at Freddy's.
I mean, I am more than happy to help point people in the direction of where to procure weird random natural food items (somebody asked me today if we carried celery soda, thus reminding me of the parsley soda in Lemony Snicket's The Ersatz Elevator), but when customers start jabbering at me until I start doing my work to try and make them go away, and they still don't stop, it makes me think they have no friends to talk to. And that's sad, because people should have better things to do than chatting up the nutrition clerk at Freddy's.
