Okay, I don’t know if you’re having a bad day or just an asshat, but the point of the matter is, YOU DO NOT TREAT PEOPLE LIKE SHIT. Especially the poor girl working the cash register, I.E. yours truly. Just because you pick up the wrong thing is not a reason to fucking ream me a new one. And yes, federal law does require me to write down your information if you wish to purchase psuedophedrine. No really, I don’t care where you live. I don’t care how old you are. I really don’t give a damn about anything about you.

UGH. It has been A day.

Just a few tips and reminders folks!

1. Treat the cashier nicely. She may or may not leap over the counter and gouge out your eyeballs if you do not.

2. When you pick up the wrong thing, it’s nobodys fault but your own. Do not take it out on other people because you are a moron.

3. Don’t fucking tell me I don’t know how to do my job.

4. In referance to number three, yes I am, in fact, old enough to be a manager. And yes, I perform my job quite well. Thanks.

5. The price that is marked is the correct price, no I will not mark it down for you because “it’s too expensive”. Then don’t fucking buy it. No skin off my back, CVS will survive without you.

6. Chance are no one likes you because you’re such an asshat. Kill yourself.

I feel so much better.

[Edit] Mike always does silly little things that make me happy. Like when I woke up from my nap and saw these on my away thing:

Prince0fParanoia: I know your asleep. But, I’m awake.
Auto response from vi0let waves: Begin, Present, Fade out. Judgement please don’t fail me now.
Prince0fParanoia: And I got your messages
Prince0fParanoia: I’ll be here when you come over sweety, I love you

Those made me happy after a bad day. :)

And you should join my fanlisting. [/Edit]

Because Elyse tagged me:

Rules of the meme:
- The infected are to dump out the contents of their makeup bag, take a photo of the contents and then post the photo on their blog, and if possible add it to the What’s in Your Make-Up Bag Flickr pool.
- The infected must pass the meme onto five other female bloggers (or metrosexual men and drag queens).

The chosen: Meg, Isis, Irene, Christina, and Janet.

Yes, I know it was “dump out your makeup bag”. I don’t have a makeup bag. And yes, I know I have entirely too much makeup. It’s been discussed on many occasions. I know I have a problem. No, I don’t intend to stop buying it. Yes, I just did a makeup clean out. Yes, I really did get rid of a lot of it. But just for shits and giggles…

I have:
38 (plus 4 that I can’t find) Eyeshadows
17 Lipsticks
13 Eye and Lip pencils
38 (plus a bunch missing) Lipglosses
31 Powders, Blushes, Concealers
6 Mascaras
and 50 nailpolishes.

I had the strangest dream last night. It was so random and just… weird. We were in a football stadium, but it wasn’t a football stadium. It was an ice skating rink, with the football lines and stuff under the ice. And instead of seats, there were apartments, like living apartments. For some reason, my psycho ex, John, was in the dream too. Mike, Jason, and I went to go find him to kick his ass. There were so many people, we got seperated in the crowed. I made it to a cafeteria and found Jay, but Mike had dissapeared. When we got there, Jason and I learned that people had been dissapearing all over the place. We stayed in the cafeteria for a few days to stay together so that we could find Mike. I slept in a bed in the middle of the cafeteria crying for like four days. I don’t know where Jason ended up. Then I ended up back at my “apartment”. When I walked in, my TV was on a static screen. Somehow, I knew this meant that some supernatural force was out to get us. (Yeah, really, I have no idea…) I started screaming and then my friend Nick and my older brother, Terry, came running to see what was wrong. I explained to them about the TV and how this was all happening because my closet was haunted. (wtf, I know) So I grabbed all of my clothes out of my closet and shoved them into various dressers I had in my room. Then there was a loud bang and Jason came running in. He said that Mike had just appeared at his door, not knowing that any time had passed since he last seen us. He also said that he was waiting down at the van with my sister and my niece (who was a baby in the dream, but is actually about 5 years old now). So Nick, Terry, Jason, and I went running down to the parking lot where my sisters, Leasa and Angee, were in this huge white van with my neice in the front seat just laying down under a seatbelt. Mike was there too, and I saw him and ran to him.

Then Karl woke me up and told me Mike was on the phone. Really fucking weird.

Oh yeah, join my fanlisting. Please?