I made a big oops yesterday that still has me feeling crappy and dumb. I had honestly thought that since I was scheduled 5 AM to 2 in the afternoon, and they switched it to 7, that I would still clock out at 2. I was honest with the CSM who called me back up after I clocked out already. She was all cool about it while the other seemed..meh. I dunno. Despite that, right when we got home I took a two hour nap before doing thanksgiving.

Around 12-ish tried to sleep. Could not get myself to sleep at all and my shift is at 4:45 for this black friday shit, but have to head to work a little early because of how nuts it will be in the parking lot as well as getting in. It annoys as well as nerves me out that customers actually go nuts on this day, and the wally world I work at is gonna have armed cops with those metal fence things that are supposed to control lines.

Been on facebook more. Also been distracted by games I recently started playing a lot of like...City of Heros, Aion, World of Warcraft and Guildwars. Whoo Tomorrow is a day off from work so when not gaming I shall make a big rant post of work.

Is there a written rule somewhere that New Yorkers, especially black women have to get all in your personal business with what you by when you get off work or something?

Last night after clocking out for work John and I did a little bit of shopping before heading off to the self checkout where, unfortunately one of the CSS's who make the place feel like high school was. John has some of the stuff I grabbed in a reusable wal-mart bag while I am holding two six-pack boxes of slim fast. She sees this, grins and starts asking me it is actually working, and makes a rude remark about me eating subway sandwiches at lunch/dinner time. I badly want to tell her off and say that I don't get in her personal business and shoouldn't get in mine, but seeing as she was bigger than me I just acted as pleasant as I could with her.

Pretty much the rest of the night I felt self conscious of my weight. Pretty much still feel like this now. Not sure what to do because I will be even more pissed off when going into work and desperate for it to end. I DO have a few people I talk to and share personal stuff with, but that is because they are either cool or I have talked enough with them to consider them friends in a way, while one of two ladies I hate their guts.

I used to post in this thing a whole bunch too with work rants and crap. Might do that again. Just nor today.

Despite how long I have been here in New York i don't think I will get used to it. You can take the girl out of Oklahoma, but you can't take Oklahoma out of the girl. Something I once told John when I had one of my usual bad weeks at work.

Occasionally there is a customer that jokes around with me and actually strikes up a conversation with me, some being surprised when I reveal I moved here from Oklahoma, but get a bad customer and I desperately wish that I had enough backbone to pop off at a rude customer. The wonders of cashiering.

Working the floor I would be able to handle since I wouldn't be stuck with said customer, but cashiering....do my nerves ever get friend when I try to explain to a customer that a different type of car, towel, or whatever might not ring together like they think it would or how much something might not be just because it was placed in a certain spot.

With the 8 people who are supposed to be helpful when you need some help at the register there are two or three of them that are lazy as fuck, only pay attention to their favorite cashiers especially if they are all buddy buddy, and don't always pay attention to the schedule. All this is true too, especially the last part I mention.

I worked 7 to 4 on Sunday. Got my first and last break as well as lunch, and before break made a mistake of not realising a customer didn't know her money popped out below the scanner at self check out. So anyway. Come a couple minutes to four I ask the co-worker working outside what to do while ringing a customer up, she about to use the phone. She tells me to ring my last customer up and go up front to tell them they need someone in the garden center to check.

By the time I was finished with the customer it was 4 and apologetically had to tell customers I had to go. One even went to the front to tell a CSM that a checker was needed in back. I didn't bother because I didn't want anymore overtime than I apparently already had, and they post this easy to see for the CSM/CSS people so they can go by it. I also was aggravated enough to adopt the new york attitude and pop off at someone.

I ended up being 7 minutes past the time I was supposed to clock. 1 or 2 minutes I am not bothered oddly enough. As John and I were walking out of wal-mart too, right past the assistant manager over cashiers I hear, "We need someone in Garden Center." "I thought someone was there?!"

I'll probably get yelled at on wednesday for doing that too but oddly enough I don't give a shit of I get in trouble for doing that. Super centers you get treated better as a worker and crap.

One of the original Charlies Angels died. Wasn't a fan but still sad, and Micheal Jackson. A lot of customers were buying a recent CD of his too.

This is something I thought I would never say either.

I was working from 7 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon yesterday so since mornings are a bit slow I got to relax a bit between customers. It didn't get really lively until after my lunch. 10:30 to 11:30 since my hours got cut. I had, my guess, a polish son and father who when done accidently dropped the receipt in the crack between the register and the sack carousel, and behind them was a big dude wanting monies for a coke machine.

Now by now one would think that the frequenting customer for wally world would know by now that you can't get change from a register and you have to get it from customer service, but he wouldn't listen and not wanting to piss off a customer for a stupid reason I gave him the change. This starts the polish dad on him by telling him that in a sense I am still tending him since I am still trying to get his receipt.

Eventually they started arguing which had me worried and scared that they were going to fight right there. They didn't. They resulted to name-calling with the dad calling the impatient dude something in his language and the other guy childishly saying, "I know you are but what am I?"

The rest of the day I had to take deep breaths since my nerves were shot to hell from that, and it takes me a long time to actually calm down from that.

I'm still alive. Just been worn out by wal-mart and stuff.

To start of the day with me going in at 2 in the afternoon I had a bit of a stressful moment before break where I did a payment on someones card wrong so got one of the CSS's over to try and fix it. She was messing up I think too so changed to another register while aborting the ransaction at my register. This is when I am sent off to break so I go off to take it after signing that that is where I am.

Come back 15 minutes later and end up getting in trouble for not gathering a lot of throwbacks at the register I was at so when I have the time I go and gather them up. One of them was a scratching post with a bouncing fuzzball which I end up playing with as I head off to customer service with it to place all the stuff in their respective tubs.

After this I felt so on edge that I just squeaked or dinged whatever toy a customer had as a bit of amusement. Pretty much amused a guy buying a bike bell for his niece when I started playing with it. I was even tempted at the end of my shift to bolt off to the pets area to play with the toys there.

I seem to have enough that it would screw with my stomach very badly.

When I first moved here and just hung out with John I was fine. Never got sick at all or anything. Then when I started working again at wal-mart over here I would get so badly stressed that the next day, or sometimes halfway through the workday my stomach would hurt. Not good that is with the customers I deal with everyday here, which is in a sense worse than Oklahoma.

Though I didn't get bad at all at work back home a lot since I was a floor associate and not a full time cashier like I am here. I don't like it and home someday I will be able to switch to floor associate or something. Or just be able to quit wal-mart someday entirely.

I work on a wacky cashier schedule that I really don't like much. The chunk of money I get out of it is worth it though... But anyway. Been working to close for a few days with them on the PA announcing the store (wal-mart) is closing around 9:30 and pretty much stop taking customers around 10:14. Tonight it was around 10:08 when I had a customer that was looking over at another being all rowdy and noisy and crap, I start hearing the other customer, a big black dude start going "What you looking at?!" still doing it and posturing as well when I turn to look at him. I even give him a bit of a look when the big black guy calls the guy I am ringing up a faggot.

Not to polite some of these night time customers are, and even gave a nervous laugh and told the customer I don't know everyone here yet when he said he hoped that wasn't an employee. The way the dude was talking with the CSM people he could have been. Though the moment made me so uncomfortable I wished I could have just ducked away to hide some where.