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A Cat’s Favorite Toys

Posted March 7, 2015 By kmarrs

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What will a cat claim as his favorite toy? Hint: It’s now what we’d prefer.

On that note, I finally obtained cat power.  Hopefully my traffic over there will increase some now.

And speaking of cat power… So my asshole cat Jeff is apparently capable of being a sweetheart.  I was crying some the night I wrote this and he was all in my face.  Every now and then he reached out his little paw and touched my tear stained cheeks.  It was really sweet of him.  I think this means I have to like him now.  Which… Whatever.  He’s still an asshole.  But apparently that’s how I prefer my men anyway, so I suppose it’s a good fit.

Anyway, click here for the link to BuzzFeed.

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Today Was A Day

Posted May 16, 2011 By kmarrs

Really, there is no other single word or phrase that could accurately sum up today. It was, indeed, a day.

Today, since you are probably reading this tomorrow, was Sunday. Which means two things. One, it was the fourth day I worked in a row. So it’s really not the best of or for me. Second, it also happens to be our busiest day of the week. Well, some argue Saturday is just as busy. A few even argue that Saturday is indeed busier. And some weeks are indeed like that. But no, Sunday is our busiest day of the week.

Today was no exception. My first story, will illustrate this point.

I was working fastlane (self scan) 1 at the time. I notice the assistant store director walking towards me making eye contact. I momentarily freeze and run through this mental checklist:

  • Name tag on
  • In proper uniform
  • Exactly where I’m suppose to be
  • Doing exactly what I’m suppose to be doing
  • Crap! Water in plan sight!
  • No, wait, doctor’s note… we’re cool

The possibility that he was on his way over to take over my spot so I could take my break, never entered my mind. Apparently that was a fail on my part. Mind you, it isn’t unusual to find him helping out on fast lane. When he isn’t busy doing his own work load, and the store is slammed, he can sometimes be found acting as a third pair of hands down on fastlane 1/2, even though 2 people is usually all that is needed. But the words” I’m here to hop your break” are a sure sign that “holy crap we really must be busy.” When I left at 6:30 he was solo running fastlane 3, had been for well over an hour, and there were no signs of that changing anytime soon.

Another thing of note, was that I was all over the place today. I’ve been working A LOT of fastlane because, well, the AC that controls the air in the front of the store is broken, it’s been documented to be 80 degrees at 8AM and it only gets worse, and I’m just not capable of running a lane for too long in that heat. I can’t keep currently regulate my body temp very well. So it’s fastlane, or leaving on a stretcher. But today, was, well, one of those days. I started on fastlane 1. Got sent to cover M’s 15 min break, then to cover A’s 30 min lunch, then to cover T’s 30 min lunch, then to my own lunch, then back to fastlane 1, then to open lane 22 because they needed another lane and the assistant store director could run fastlane 3, and the person from 3 got moved to cover me on 1, then I got sent back to fastlane 1, then my own break, then back to 1, then to cover D’s 30 minute lunch, then back to 1. Which honestly, was all kinda awesome. I was never really on lane long enough to get too over heated, and it made a good break from fastlane. (Note: self scan (fastlane) has a bad habit of attracting stupid people. Which is far from saying all people who use self scan are stupid. So it can get a bit frustrating. So 4 days in a row of nothing BUT self scan… yeah.) So really, I was all over the place today. Never knew where I was going to be from one moment to the next, and was actually quite ok with it.

Now for the funnies. Because while today was crazy busy and overwhelming for even the veterans, there were moments of comedy gold.

At around 11AM, I was running fastlane 1. Scanner 1 had a red light go up, meaning they had run into a problem of some sort. I walked over, greeted the customer, and moved in to fix the problem. “Oh! Do you work here?” she says, looking me in the eye. No, lady, I wear the uniform, name tag, greeted you, and moved in on the system purely for the fun of it. Really.

Later, I was on an actual lane and a customer came through with a live, pet fish. NORMALLY, the fish have a PLU (that 4 digit number you find on produce and bulk things) written on the bag. Only apparently the tag that this info can be found on had been destroyed so the coworker who got them the fish had nothing to offer in terms of ringing the fish out, aside from the price. So I had to key dump. Key dumping, for those who don’t know, is when you have no upc or anything so you basically turn it into random grocery (or whatever) item at given price. It isn’t ideal, but it gets it on the order. It is also a last result. But sometimes, it’s all you have. When we key dump, it brings up a list of possible departments. But not ALL departments are on that list. So sometimes you have to kind of fudge it. The pet department, not being one of the main departments, doesn’t happen to be on that given list. However, “seafood” was. I’m sure you can see where this is going… The customer found it HYSTERICAL that I listed the pet fish on her order as seafood @ 3.49. Made her freakin’ day. MY favorite part is that when she and the couple behind her, agreed that no one had to tell the poor fish. I laughed until I cried. Literally.

Then there was the 7yo girl, while I was hopping a random lunch, who when I asked her if I could go home with her and share her homemade lasangna, she infomred me “only if her momma didn’t have to pay for their groceries”. Which I guess, if you weren’t there, sounds bad. But prior to that she was stressing because they came in for like 4 things and were leaving with a cart load. It helped that her mother was openly mortified at her daughter’s response. I just laughed. It was cute. I have a kid that age. I know they are just starting to have a concept of money, and therefore she knew what the running total she could plainly see meant, but still had no concept of why stores can’t simply give 200$ worth of groceries away. So I called her adorable, explained if I could I would but couldn’t, and claimed any left overs.

Anyway, those were the best moments of the day. There was a handful of not so great moments, but I’m choosing to focus on the ones that had me laughing until I cried.

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Posted April 27, 2011 By kmarrs

When my schizotypal all but disappeared a couple years back, I figured it was just my anti-psychotic doing it’s job and well, that was fine. It never fully bothered me, I knew it was just a coping mechanism, but I didn’t regret it being gone.

It took me until literally 15 minutes ago, after roughly 4 months of being off all my meds, to realize it’s still gone.

Maybe it’s because I’m never really alone? “Hello baby Sammy!”

Is the habit just broken?

Do I no longer need it?


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This ‘N’ That

Posted April 25, 2011 By kmarrs

Yeah, so the past week was just a big pile of suck. Lots of hours including 3, 9+ hour shift in a row. And well, I don’t really want to talk about it. I’ve bitched. I’ve moaned. I want to put it behind me.

But I haven’t posted in like 9 days, so I figured I’d post something. So I’m going with the above disclaimer, an announcement, and something trivial.

In case you don’t read the pregnancy blog (don’t blame you, it’s not what you’re here for), follow me on twitter, or have me as a friend on facebook, I figure I should announce this here as well. I know I was going to try to keep the non-mental health related pregnancy crap off this blog, but well, humor me.

Somehow we beat the incredible odds and it seems this third and final addition to the family is indeed a girl. I’ve known since Wednesday, I’ve seen the ultrasound, I’ll believe it in 19ish weeks when the baby is born and sure enough there are no dangly bits. My husband, though, is over the moon. So yea!

Also not mental health related is this:

So I’ve read all the Harry Potter books and I’ve seen all the movie released thus far, and I have to wonder about something in the deadly hollows… In the beginning of the book/movie part 1 when they are rescuing Harry from the house by disguise themselves as him blah blah blah and one of the Weasly twins (hell, even their mother can’t tell them apart) loses an ear to a curse… Ok, here is the thing, if muggle plastic surgery can fix (well replace) that, why can’t magic? And if magic can’t for whatever reason, why not a muggle plastic surgeon? I mean, it’s an ear. That part of the ear, anyways, is mostly cosmetic. Hell, when I was little in the 80’s a knew a boy who was born missing an ear and the doctors took some skin from here and some from there and made him one. I’m not saying it was perfect, but it was an ear. Granted, in the book they do have bigger things to worry about, but with modern magic/medicine, should a missing ear really be on that list?

OR did they actually fix it in the book and I just missed it?

There is also the possibility that it got fixed after things had settled down, but if I remember correctly, they made it sound like it was an unfixable thing.

When does Harry Potter take place anyways? I know it’s modern enough that the Dudley got a computer for his birthday in book one, so it should be modern enough that the term “modern medicine” should apply.

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(Exact copy and paste from facebook)

So, a few days ago, the whole https vs http thing was pointed out. Normally I ignore chains, but this one made sense and I made the switch. Today I went to go into fishville to feed my fish. I do this about every 3 days. Not because I really play but because if I decide to later, I’ll want fish so I might as well keep them alive. Apparently, you can’t have a secure connection AND play fishville. I was already annoyed with fishville because I spent sand dollars (earned not bought with irl cash) to make it so I didn’t have to clean my tanks. Cost me nine. AFTER I spent it, I learned I had to spend 2 sand dollars every day for the actual cleaning fluid. No. Feeding my fish is annoying because I have to spend 5 minutes every day just cleaning the tanks. I want in and out. Done. So after today’s discovery, I said “screw this” and removed the program from my facebook. Then I got curious and checked bejeweled blitz, Sure enough, you can’t play over a secure network, so away it went as well. I didn’t really play it anymore either, just rolled the free slot daily to get my winnings in case I decided to play later. (I had over 1mill, wish I could have passed that on to someone.) While I was at it, I went ahead and removed 95% of the apps that had access to my account. Housekeeping, is what we’ll call it. Then I realized at one point when I actually cared about these games, I had added hundreds of “friends” to gain advancement. They were the next to go. I did keep one who has since actually made a point to get to know me and become an acquaintance. Why not? I went from over 300 friends to exactly 100. BUT that’s fine by me. Half of them didn’t even speak English (not that I had their updates on my wall). The only catch is, I know some of my friends had actually added me because they read (I almost deleted that to fix it because it was in the past tense and I wanted it in the present tense and then I realized DUH. Shut up! I’m tired!) my blog. I think I caught most of them. But I’m sure I accidentally deleted a few. Oh well, I’ll post this on my blog too and they can re-request. This whole precess took a good 45 minutes. BUT I think I’m done. So good night!

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Let’s Look At It Like This

Posted April 7, 2011 By kmarrs

I have severe mental health issues. I usually take a dozen pills a day to combat these issues. Currently, because of pregnancy, I’m off EVERYTHING. If the WORST manifestation/symptom of my issues that is currently in effect is that I’m picking at myself (cuts that are already there from work/cat/etc, nothing self inflicted) then really, things are looking pretty damn good.

I’ve picked since I was a small child. It’s a nervous habit and self soothing. I know it doesn’t look pretty but I will mostly stop when I have chemical help. So leave me alone about it. My doctors know. They are keeping a close eye. Nothing is infected.


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