Meme thing~
1. My name:
2. Where did we meet?
3. Take a stab at my middle name:
4. How long have you known me?:
5. When is the last time we saw each other?:
6. Do I smoke?:
7. Do I believe in God?:
8. When you first saw me what was your impression?:
9. My age:
10. Birthday:
11. Colour hair:
12. Colour eyes:
13. Do I have any brothers or sisters?:
14. Have you ever had a crush on me?:
15. Have you ever been jealous of me?:
16. What's one of my favourite things to do outdoors?:
17. What's one of my favourite things to do indoors?:
18. Do you remember one of the first things I said to
you?:
19. What's my favourite type of music?:
20. What is the best feature about me?:
21. Am I shy or outgoing?:
22. Would you say I am funny "ha ha" or funny(sarcastic)?:
23. Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules?:
24. Would you consider me a friend, an acquaintance or
a good friend:
25. Would you call me pretty, slutty, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else?:
27. If there were one good nickname for me what would it be?:
28. Are my parents still together?
29. Have you ever seen me cry?
30. If I had broccoli in my teeth would you tell me?
31. What would you give me out of 10 for personality?
32. What would you give me out of 10 for looks?
33. What annoys you most about me?
34. Do you think I am funny?
35. If you could do one thing to me what would it be?
36. If you could go anywhere with me where would it be?
37. Do you trust me?
38. Do you know anyone that fancies me?
39. If yes, who?
Aha. I am amused.
BUT NOT BY WORK. *twitch* 'CUz...yeah. Customers...erg.
As a cart attendant, it's part of my job to help guests out that can't carry stuff out. We also require that a cart attendant pushes flatbeds out to the lot, then brings them back. This, in theory, will reduce the amount of flatbeds loose in the parking lot. Since I'm short and skinny, a lot of people assume that I can't carry anything heavier than a pencil. In reality, I can lift my own body weight, and then some. I'm used to all the people that are like, "honey, are you sure you can help me?" This one lady takes the cake, though. All she had were a pair of bookshelves that weigh about fifteen pounds each. No big deal.
Old Lady (OL):Honey, are you sure you can help me?
Me: Yes ma'am. They aren't that heavy.
DOL: I think you're wrong.
Me: ...bweh?
OL: I think you're just an angry girl without a boyfriend who needs to feel better about herself. Well, not on my dime. I want a man to help me out.
Me: *in shock* Actually, my partner's on his lunch. You're stuck with me.
OL: No, you're not helping me out. Get a man-cashier to help me.
Me: The only male cashier at the moment has a broken arm. Not going to happen. You're stuck with me.
OL: No, you're going to get some man off the floor to help me.
Me: Not going to happen. I'm sorry, they all have their own jobs to do.
OL: I want to talk to your manager!
Me: *wearily calls manager*
Manager: What's wrong, Anzu?
Me: She wants a man to help her out. These bookshelves are too heavy, and I'm angry because I'm single.
OL She's an angry lesbian, and I want a man to help me out.
M: *boggles* Not going to happen. Anzu wouldn't be doing this job if she wasn't able.
Me: Or straight!
OL: No!
M: Fine, take them out yourself.
OL: buh?
M: It's either that, or Anzu helps.
OL: Come on, sweetie. I need help.
Head, meet desk