Now to stop being so lame . . .

Yes, I realize I've been posting poems and videos. Yes, I admit, that is actually pretty lame of me. But hey, give me a break, I'm working 55 hours a week, okay? I'm tired.

So, my life lately . . . come to think of it it's been pretty lame, too. The environment provided by my more time-consuming job is both tiring and demoralizing. I've been working at this same grocery store every summer since I was seventeen, and honestly I'm very grateful to them for always accepting me back every year, but I must admit the night-time clientele is about to do me in. Our store is located right smack in redneckville, and to be quite honest the mental state of our too-often-enebriated consumers is truly a staggering thing. It's been worse this year - probably because I'm working (exclusively) the 4:30-11:30 shift.

The most irritating customers this summer have been the wimpy mothers who want me to hide things from their kids so they don't have to buy them. They won't tell the kids "No", but would rather say, "The lady at the grocery store must have forgotten it.". They slip up to me in line and point to a couple things on the belt, saying softly "Please take that and put it back later. I don't want it. Just don't let the kids see you take it." Now, not only are they teaching them that lying is okay (because honestly I don't think all of these kids are stupid enough not to know what's really going on) but they're forcing me to abet their wimpy parenting. I want to scream at them "The ends don't justify the means!" and turn to little Billy, saying, "Here sweety, have all the sodium-filled Batman-theme soup you want - at least until your Mommy learns to stop being such a wimpy parent." I'm just dying to give these people a piece of my mind. Honestly, if it happens again before the summer is out I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself.

Okay, enough complaining. What I'm getting is dough, and dough is something I'm really going to need. So at least the dough fetching is getting accomplished.

Pray for the wedding plans. They aren't getting accomplished. I already said I was going to stop complaining, so please note that was NOT a complaint. Just a prayer request. It's different.

So, anyway, I need to go work some more. Be sure to look for more entertaining entries on the highly unentralling summer "vacation" I am in. ;)

Much luv' to you all, as always,
Emily