Paper cut

My fingers and hands are all covered in cuts. I think it might be from opening boxes at work and some of the packaging that our products come in. Christmas is a crazy time of the year and instead of invoking happiness it tends to bring out the worst in people instead. At one point today, a lady got pissy with me about some stupid boxes. People always want something more and it's like they completely forget that the people they are talking to are human too. Why people don't do their damn shopping sooner than now is beyond me. I understand picking up some stuff here and there that you might have missed before... It's really funny to me when customers tell me that they adopted a family for Christmas and want to know if there's anything cheaper in the store. It's like, why are you even going to bother getting something for someone when there's no love in it or that you're doing it for the right reasons instead of trying to look good in front of other people? It really bothers me. Bah hum bug. On a brighter note, I did discover that our local Dick's Sporting Goods carries rifles and ammunition, so my idea of taking over my mall when zombies attack is even more justified now. I'm still working on how to actually fortify the mall. I was thinking of recruiting the security guards since they have keys and all...but they are all kind of doofy. Hmm. What to do? I need to get a map and study it. My cousin agrees that the mall would be the best place, but it doesn't have a very good food court so that could be an issue. Oh well. Now, on a saner note, I finished most of my Christmas shopping, although not by choice. My wallet made that decision for me. There's so much that I want to get everyone but I don't have anymore money. I'm going to draw pictures of a couple of people. I know that's cheesy, but it'll be fun for me to do an anime caricature of some of the people I work with. In fact, I need to go ahead and start that before I go to bed. I gotta work tomorrow and on X-mas eve too, but it's cool. Okay, g'night guys and MERRY CHRISTMAS! and for my Jewish friends, HAPPY CHANUKKAH!!

Kendora and the Mall of Doom

Working in a mall can sometimes be hell. You get crazy customers, weird customers, overly nice customers, customers who steal when they think you're not looking, and so on and so forth. I actually prefer to be away from the registers when my store is crowded because people become more tedious and asinine than they regularly are during the holiday season. They want these 50 things on one gift receipt and the other 50 on two separate ones and you try to explain that your register is so old it can only give out one gift receipt for all of the items or one for every individual item, which then warrants their input on how silly and stupid you are because you don't update your systems. I love the people who have lots of stuff and need individual gift receipts, because we have to hit the button before we scan every item and then the customer gets a freaking novel at the end of their transaction. I also enjoy the ones who bring up like 3 baskets overflowing with merchandise and decide to go through every item with you only to end up buying two clearance t-shirts. I have to wonder how some of us managed to breed. It's funny though because I don't think I'm a people person but I can comfortably say that some people actually enjoy my eccentricness and I enjoy disturbing most of them. For example, one lady insisted on telling me all about everyone she was shopping for and how old they were and blah blah blah. All I did was ask how she was doing. I really enjoy being on the sales floor talking to people, it's fun. But it does suck when I can't build a rapport with people first and then ease into trying to sell them stuff. I wonder if companies realize that by attacking someone when they first enter the store, is not a good way to build business. It annoys the person and they're going to keep the hell away from you and continue to ignore you when you talk to them. If you act aloof and as if you're there sort of hanging out (still acknowledging them), they are more apt to talk to you and let you ask them open ended questions. ...I need to get into marketing or something, hahahaha. In my 8+ years of retail so far, I have noticed that being a human as opposed to a corporate robot, you tend to get people to buy more from you. The masses like nice people, right? I'm obviously nowhere near getting my sanity back because I actually say things like "well we can't sell it if it's not on the floor!" I always swore I'd never become like that...am I becoming an adult? No way, I mean I still think about zombies and am currently thinking about adding survival tips for mall employees in case zombies attack here in my blog. Let's face it, when it happens we're all screwed and not all of us will have read Max Brooks "Zombie Survival Guide." Therefore, I shall help educate the procrastinators in the art of survival. Since one of the better zombie movies takes place in a mall, and yours truly just so happens to work in one, I will go over with you guys on how to fortify your mall. There are some things I think Mr. Brooks had right, but most of the American nation is full of consumer procrastinators. In other words, most people will already be out shopping when we have Zombie outbreaks. But I will save all that for next time. For now, I need to be regaining health because I will be venturing back out to go back to work. I need all the hours I can get. See? Life is just like a videogame! You work for money and experience to help level you up and occasionally need to regain health. W0o+ for money! Later guys!

ITCHING!!!!!!

So apparently, I am allergic to freaking dissolvable sutures. My incision areas got all red and blotchy and they itch like hell. We're talking itching so bad that I feel ill if I don't scratch them. I went to the doctor's and they gave me some ointment, and two types of pills. Argh it just itches horribly. At least I finally got to go to work. But I am alive and really wanting to see the movie "Juno." 'Kay g'night guys~~!

Woot.

I get to return to work on Monday! Thank God. TV reruns, infomercials, and my animals staring at me expectantly, are going to be a thing of the past come Monday. The good thing is that I got caught up on anime and came up with ideas to make my first novel longer and the outlines for the following books. Hehehehe. Unfortunately, I haven't typed anything, only scribbled it in my notebook. I've been spending a lot of time with my mom, which isn't as bad as it- oh hell who am I kidding, we drove each other nuts. We went to eat at O'Charley's last night and we were bickering, so I went in ahead of mom. There was this older lady standing inside the doorway, and I said "Wanna see funny?" then proceeded to hold the doors closed as my mom walked up. The lady laughed and stuck her tongue out at my mom. It was awesome. One point for Kendora. We put the tree up last night as well, and let me tell you that our attic is freaking crowded and creepy. As I'm up there digging around for our Christmas lights and ornaments, after I argued with mom telling her that they were in her closet and she insisted they weren't. After a half hour, I finally insisted that she look in her damned closet. Weeeeeell, I finally get into her room and locate the missing Christmas paraphernalia in her closet. Of course this is all after the adventures in putting together the motley Charlie Brown Christmas tree from hell. We had all these extra pieces, and didn't have enough of the big pieces that fit at the bottom of the tree (obviously it's a fake tree), but we had the extra ones from the top (the small ones). Therefore, I put the extra small pieces at the bottom of the tree and put the craptacular part towards the wall so no one can see it. All-in-all, I avoided a National Lampoon's Christmas, when I had to untangle the lights and change the ones that weren't working. Let me just say, you can accumulate a lot of freaking lights. We have like two boxes, a bag, a plastic holder, and a large Sears bag full of damn lights. It's insane. Mom decided she wants me to put them on the house. She had me out all day yesterday shopping for some more lights, and I told her to wait until after Christmas to buy them, then just hang them up and leave them until next year. But I'm happy she actually listened to me, because we already have an ungodly amount of the damned lights. I noticed that no one else in our neighborhood had any lights up, but that could be because we are now living in the pre-ghetto. Our 'hood is becoming pretty bad and it's still on that border between trashy, ghetto and just a bunch of old people. Bleh, I need to go blow dry my hair. I had to shower this morning because I just couldn't get that dirty attic feeling off of me from last night. So, I'm off to dry my hair and brainstorm some more. Later guys!

I think it's infected

Hey folks, it's been a while and I'm still alive...unfortunately. I think that my belly button has become infected, but hey, everything always seems to happen when you're down. It should be expected. I feel a lot better and my incisions have healed nicely and I don't feel like I'm dying when I eat something. With all the free time I have had, I have got to catch up on anime, watch TV, read books over and over, and feel miserable because I'm not at working earning money to pay my bills. I was ready to go back to work right after my surgery, despite the discomfort I felt, and now I'm even more anxious to go back despite the lingering discomfort I feel. I just need to do something productive and when I get back to work I'm not even going to need caffeine for a while because I'll be so pumped to be back doing stuff to keep me busy. Of course it sucks that I might miss my favorite reality TV show, but they rerun it like a thousand times. My sleep patterns are off and I either don't sleep for a couple of days or I oversleep. But in this time that I have had to do absolutely nothing except pray for my body to heal quicker, I have discovered that my manager at work looks just like Mary Louise-Parker. It's sort of scary, watching Weeds and thinking it's my manager. SHERRY IS AWESOME, EVEN MORE SO THAN MARY LOUISE-PARKER! Sorry, I tend to make comments about everyone else just as she comes in so she never gets to hear good compliments from me that are about her. The conversations usually go something like:
Me: Yea and So-and-so and You-know-who is freaking hilarious...*Enter Sherry who pauses and sort of looks at me expectantly*
Other Employee talking to me: ...Yea.
Me: Okay I'm going to go out on the floor. Nice old lady sweater! *exits*
Yes it's all in a day's work for me to provide humor and torment to the masses, especially my superiors, lol. No but seriously, I love everyone at work. I miss it!!! Anyway back to the wonderful show that is Weeds. It's about a suburban mom who sells drugs and things keep going from bad to worse for her, but in a funny sort of way. Now, I am not a fan of drugs (life is my drug!) and I do not endorse them (thanks D.A.R.E.), but this show is so wonderfully brilliant and witty that I can't not love it (I'm talking about the show). I'm just mad that we don't have Showtime and I have to wait for season 3 to come out on DVD. So, everyone should watch the wonderfulness that is this awesomely written show. ...And that's about it. I don't really have much else to say except that I'm anxiously awaiting my book back from cousin so I can pass it off to the last two people and so that I can finish editing it and getting it copyrighted. But I know he's a really busy person, and his opinion means a lot to me. 'Kay, enough of that. Talk to you guys later!

Agonizing pain...

I need to ween myself off of pain killers. I don't like being out of my mind, and let me tell you, it has been an adventure these past couple of days. Restlessness doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. The animals think it's cool I'm home, because I am here to pet them and talk to them about everything. Daytime TV sucks majorly, all of my books have been read twice, and my focus isn't strong enough to actually sit in front of a video game. ...Oh and the damn dvds I ordered from ebay still have yet to get here and entertain me! GRAH! Thankfully I still have my imagination and in between bouts of spacing out, I've thought up some good ideas. So I guess it's not all lost. Everything seems so...I dunno ephemeral, right now and I can't bear to think of reality. Reality equals all the bills I have and work and school and bills at school my mom's bills and well the whole weight of the world on my shoulders. This could all be due to the painkillers I have to take, but who knows. It'll all work out and I just need to remember that and cling to it...what was I saying? I feel so sleepy and I think maybe I'll pass out again and hope for this all to be over with and soon. My stomach is pretty bruised. My belly button looks the worst, and I would post pictures but even I think it's too much. ...Actually I can't get anyone to hold the camera for me, lol. It's like I can feel where my gall bladder once was. My insides feel bruised and sore. I wish I could have had my gall stones, but apparently due to tissue diseases they have to destroy the things that come out of your body. For now, I guess I could use the rest for the intensity that will be the store when I return and so that my organs don't hurt so much. And later, I will read these past posts and laugh at myself, then promptly delete them to retain what little of my dignity I will have left. G'night guys.