If I could just go one day without having the urge to snap at grandma... I only want one.
Woke up and jetted over to the Cash and Carry to grab a couple of cartons of cigarettes that I’ve already run out of first thing in the morning. They only had one of the kinds that I was looking for, oh well.
I come back, and opening the store is always a little bit hectic for me, and grandma’s busy doing her own thing. I have to open up 3 tills, put the cigarettes away, start up our lotto station, sort newspapers, calibrate cigar shelving unit temperatures and she’s muttering to herself that I haven’t turned the lights on yet. Well yea, dipshit, I’m not open, so no I’m not going to turn the lights on. So I did, and she’s standing there with the door wide open and I said, okay, the lights are on, close the door. She says, “I need to breathe.” “Well then stand outside to breathe! I’m not ready, and you’re going to let customers in.” “Well if they try to come in I’ll just stop them. It’s only 5 minutes before 8, you should be opened by now.” Less than a minute later, two guys walk in to buy smokes, interrupting me mid-way through sorting newspapers and lotto. Ugh. Way to start my work shift off right.
The afternoon went by pretty smoothly. Owen Sound’s got Summerfolk Festival on right now, so people are at that and not at the convenient store lol
Near dinner time, the dudes who deliver smoked meats and pastries dropped by to give us more stock and replace some of the older stuff that we’ve got. Grandma took it upon herself to stand and watch ominously as if she knew what was needed to be done and such. 3 trays of mini pastries had to be returned because they hadn’t been opened yet as well as a pack of beef jerky. The dude set it all up for us, we handed him the money and everything was good.
Grandma started flipping shit about how I didn’t hand him back any of the pastries that remained in the opened boxes. Well that’s because they were opened… So then I started to tell her to stop worrying about it and she got more irate because everything in this store is her business. “People are going to get sick from eating these pastries!” I don’t really see how that’s her concern. They should expect it, they’re eating snowballs for Ood’s sake. So then I kind of snapped and said, “Well if you don’t like it so much, throw it all out.” and she muttered something to the effect of, “You bet I will.”
Never in my life, have I ever detested one person so much. Well, a person that I know personally. 5 more days of this. Yay!~
After work, headed out to pick up a buddy for dinner at East Side Mario’s. Was nice and relaxing… *sigh… Not a bad way to end the night. Ate way too much and ended up passing out on my bed before midnight.
There’s this dude that comes into my work and made a horrible first impression. I was wearing my TWLOHA hat, and he asked me about it. I told him that I got it from a charity that supports teenagers suffering from depression. His friend said, “That’s really cool, I have depression too.” then we exchanged understanding nods. This guy says, “You know what makes me depressed? All these guys wearing girly-ass pants nowadays.” I didn’t say anything, I mean, I thought, “How does that have anything to do with you and why do you care? *sigh I’m just a shop clerk, I’ll probably never see him again.”
I thought wrong. I see him like every day now. I mean, he’s not a sore sight or anything, but we got into talk about games and old gaming consoles, and he was super delighted to know that I wasn’t just full of hot air when talking about games. (I may have let slip that I own a Sega Saturn =b) and now I feel torn up inside. I know it’s not a big deal, we’re just making small talk and stuff. But ugh, I feel annoyed on the inside.
Also, fuck people that don’t say, “hi” when I greet them when they come in or leave without saying, “you too” when I tell them to have a good day. >:|
Since when did Asian Christian converters go on missions to Owen Sound?
Yesterday was interesting… the morning went okay, nothing special really happened. Half an hour after opening, I jetted to the bank to deposit the money and then came right back. Many of the customers know me by now, so the two that were waiting really didn’t mind. I haven’t been handing out many winning Nevada tickets though, and they’re complaining and wondering when my family friend would come back. (Well if you’re not winning, maybe you should stop gambling your pension plan away). This is going to be a frustrating blog… can you tell already?
Some time in the afternoon, a couple of Asians (mother, father and son) walked in looking for my family friends. I thought, oh these must be the friends from in town not knowing that they’d left the country. (In hindsight, I realize how stupid it is that their friends wouldn’t know that they’re there. Anyway.) We started talking, about nothing really, the mom commented on how good my spoken Cantonese is even though I was born here. Then she asked me if I went to fellowship and if I knew that I was a sinner. dun dun dunnnnnn. She said that she was on a missions trip from Toronto to go to the smaller cities around Ontario to tell other Asians about the glories of God.
Honestly, is there some kind of lifetime quota for conversion attempts that Christian Evangelists are trying to achieve with me? Last summer, while I was walking home from summer school, I was approached by two Americans on Western Road who tried to convert me and offered to buy me lunch or coffee so that we could talk about it more… Anyhow, customers started coming in, and so instead, they turned their attention towards grandma. For the first time since I’ve started working, I thought, “oh please let there be a never-ending flow of people.” Well, that didn’t happen, so the mother told grandma, “okay, let’s stop talking, I want to talk to that girl (me) over there.” So basically she was talking to grandma to bide time. -_-“
Here’s how our conversation went:
- Did you used to go to a church? - Yea, in highschool, I went to the Mississauga Chinese Baptist Church for two years. - Did you go in university? - No - Why not? - I was busy. - But they have Campus for Christ there. - I had other clubs I was involved with… (why am I explaining myself to this woman?) - So what do you believe in? - I believe in science. I am agnostic/an atheist. - (turns to her son) What’s an atheist? - (He says) Well it’s kind of like, why can’t you have God and science exist together? - (Me) Dude… I’ve heard it all…. - (The mom) How do you think the first life came about? Well, how about DNA, don’t you think something so complicated and so intricate must’ve had a designer, a creator? - No, I believe in evolution. - (turns to her son) What’s evolution? - (Me) … -___________-“ - (He says) It’s the process that we came from.. - (The mom) ..monkeys? - (He says) No, through thousands and thousands and thousands and many thousands of years, that we came from fish. - (Me) … -__________-” I believe that through thousands and thousands of years, combined with our excellent placement of distance from the sun, which provided a good environment, the first amino acids and proteins started to develop and slowly, through chemical interactions, attractions and repulsions, more complicated molecules started forming. - (The mom) Okay………… well this is our 7th trip out to Owen Sound, and I believe it was Jesus that allowed us to have our meeting. - (My brother on the phone later said that I should’ve said, “No, I think I’m just unlucky.”) - (The mom cont’d) You should try talking to Jesus, try praying. - (Me) I’ve tried it before. - Oh, you have? Well, you should try it again, because I know that all you have to do is knock on the door and Jesus will always answer. Try it again tonight. All right, well I have to leave now, but remember what I said. (Oh… clearly I did.) We have to go now. But take care. - K. You too. Bye.
But for reals ya’ll. I have nothing against people of any faith. I believe that anything that can make a person stronger, more comfortable in their own skin, is a good thing and all the more power to them. But to invade my privacy and to push your beliefs onto me without having any knowledge or eloquence to back it up? Sorry, you weren’t prepared to talk to me about this.
Things I should’ve said to make them leave: - “You’re interrupting my work, please leave.” - “Get out.” - “My girlfriend is Christian too.”
Basically, they ruined my day and made me feel uncomfortable. aka. Day-ruiners.
The rest of the day was uneventful. I spent some time organizing another shipment of cigarettes and realized I ordered the wrong kind of cigarette tubes. -_-” Oh well, no big deal.
I was supposed to marathon Firefly today too =[ ugh. Ended up having no time to myself. At least everyone’s nice and no one’s tried to rob me yet. *knockonwood*
Well, I mean I wasn't going to debate human rights in a bingo hall...
Yesterday was another long day. At once, I noticed that we didn’t get the Hamilton Spectator in. I was also super sleepy since I didn’t wake up till 10 minutes before opening. Things were okay though, but one of the older customers berated me for not having the Spectator in. “This is not how you run a business! I was told that the Spectator would be here every day. It’s like if someone told you that there was a house for you to rent and when you went to move in, it wasn’t available anymore!” So I stood there and said, “okay…” and he proceeded to buy two packs of smokes. -_-“
Other than that though it was a good day. The newspaper collecting lady came later and when I told her what happened, she said that a new driver’s been employed and he wasn’t doing a very good job. So now if that man comes in here again and there’s no Spectator, I can tell him it’s not my fault and to take it up with the delivery guy.
Once I closed shop at night, I had to jet over to Shoppers for more stocking up and then returned to do an order of cigarettes and pack away magazines that needed to be shipped back. Finally got to go upstairs for dinner around 10:30, showered and then waaaaaayyyy pooped, I fell asleep at 12.
Here’s a story I’ve been meaning to tell. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this in the blog, but I made a friend at bingo two weeks ago. Her name’s Jean, she’s 82, when she was 18, she had pneumonia and bronchitis all in one go, she loves to bake and she goes for a haircut every Wednesday morning. She’s also very peculiar… she judges people for using electronic bingo machines. As she says, “You know, I figure, if you come to play bingo, you come to play bingo. Those damned machines are always breaking down and holding up the game. They’re probably rigged too! They’re the ones that are the ones that win all the time. You gotta pay extra for them too. They told me to try it out, but I don’t want to. I wouldn’t even know if I won on the damn thing! I figure, if you come to play bingo you come to play bingo.” Anyway, I really liked her, thought she was good company.
Last week, she told me to turn around and look at the woman behind me who’s shirt’s neckline was all the way down to her chest. “Would you look at the way women dress these days. I’d never let my daughters go out like that, though they’re in their 40s now. It’s no wonder women get raped all the time now.” And I said, “Well it’s not their fault.” Then she sat back, made a sound and raised her eyebrows as if to say, “I don’t know about that.” She didn’t notice, but I talked to her less from then on. But that’s the thing with the older generation I guess, things change, the world changes and sometimes they’re left behind.
Compassion is what we should have. Oh, an open mind and an open heart never heart anybody either.
I am writing this post-first day of work. Though technically Sunday was the first day I was alone, Monday was the first 8A-9P work day for me. The morning was okay, but pretty soon, all the Monday shipments came in. Around 9, 5 bundles of magazines came in to be sorted. Luckily, those I finished within 2 hours. But before I was able to finish, 4 cases of “glassware” came in and I had to put those aside until I finished sorting the magazines. Those took me until 7P.
Mondays are the worst.
I’ll try to post little snippet summaries of my work days to try to keep myself sane. It’s only been 35 minutes and I’ve already had to take on the wrath of an old man who wanted his newspaper. More on that tomorrow though.
Hello tumblr-verse… a little update on me since I’ve been mysteriously MIA over the past couple of months. OOoooOoooo =]
I am in Owen Sound from now until mid-September. Some family friends are leaving their business to me while they go on vacation. Yay responsibility! I’ll be completely alone for about 10 days starting Monday, then my buddy returns while the parents and his sister remain until early September.
There really isn’t much to do in Owen Sound. You know, besides going down to the river or the library or the bingo hall. Yes, I’ve taken up a new hobby. I went for the second time tonight and won one! Yes, it was only $8.25, but still pretty good =] I was only 2 numbers away from winning $500 though.. gar.
I’ve also been marathon-ing Doctor who, and I’m completely caught up as of half an hour ago! Holy shit, fuckity fucking fuck - I loved that cliffhanger. I’ve decided to restrain myself with the Torchwood though. I’ll wait until I’m back home to download all of it at once and then have another marathon sess.
For once, I think I’m looking forward to going back home. It’s really lonely here… I wake up, spend the day with an 8 year old, 80 year old and a cat. At night, I’m online until I’m exhausted and then I crash and repeat the process. Plus, you really begin to realize that each family’s got their secrets once you start living with them long enough. I don’t feel comfortable knowing all of these things that I don’t think they’d like me to know about. It’s not like I can help it though, I’m around. The lack of privacy doesn’t bother me much. It’s just me and grandma at night and I put headphones on to pretend not to be listening.
Kenneth bought a new laptop recently and got a free 4gb xbox to go with it as part of the bestbuy back to school laptop deal. IT’S MIIIIIINE!!! So, I’m also in the market for a tv and a larger xbox s hard drive. I have a lot more to organize in my room… Lots of planning and lots of rearranging for shelf space and such. My mind is an endless Tetris game. It’s so nice that the games my brother and I play rarely overlap. The games we both enjoy watching are pretty much identical though. We make a pretty good team. He’s looking into getting a tv for his room at his house in St. Catherines too. He’ll have my wii because he can’t stand being away from his Monster Hunter Tri lol
The next time I know I’ll be in London for sure will be Homecoming weekend. I haven’t told my parents yet, but it’s pretty much out of the question. I need to be in London that weekend. Book it off people, I’m bringing cigars! (you know who you are)
I may be working on a tattoo for myself for some time in the not-so-distant future.
And I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t end my post off with a list of things I’m planning on doing.
- beat Fear 3 with CJ - play Halo: Reach (need to invest in my own copy…) - try to find a cheap copy of Catherine - finish HP 6+7 books and movies