The "Real" Walking Dead. |
We're so FABULOUS! |
The first hour was hectic after 10 p.m. slowed down to a trickle. I know my lipstick was worn off and my breath was getting a bit tart..LOL..Someone had a roll of LifeSavers candy and I knocked them suckers out. But the excitement was at Wal-Mart not too far from us. My baby sister went to Wal-Mart that night to shop, many fights, arguments and arrests were made. One story floated from the customers that two people started fighting over a Straight Talk Phone.
A STRAIGHT TALK PHONE???? LMAO!!!
Exactly like this minus the cuties. |
"That's my sssshhhittt!!" she retorts. Now I gave a silent chuckle and a smile. When I hear a song of course "That's my jam!" comes out, BOOM on to singing the tune. But this is East Texas, anything goes here so expect the unexpected. I'm very happy that bars closes pretty early around here. A total mess if they stayed open after 1 am.
Saturday was boring and met a couple new employees. One, sigh..........what can you expect; young, crazy, talkative, not really professional and didn't motivate herself to keep herself busy. She hung around me most of the night. I do not know why younger people tend to gravitate toward me letting everything out, stuff I don't care but I dish it out the worse, unflattering things and scary so I can see them get smaller and smaller and back off. But this particular girl didn't and I started to run away from her. Yeah her foul language, I cuss too but dang we're at work! But her breath, phhhheeeewwwwww!!!! Her breath was born in Hell, not figuratively but literally. She sent me to Hell over and over the whole night. And notice that I was running away from her too!! I was straighten a toy display, when she came over.
I turned into Thumbalina & went to Hell last night. |
Me: "Errr..I'm trying to find something to do to passing the time."
She didn't take the hint, that one: her breath stank and two: calm yo butt down with acting extra whatever you're doing. I even mentioned about gum, candy and that left over LifeSavers in the basket at the front register bay. Then had the nerve to try to flirt with another new associate whose a cutie. Girl, please you're killing him softly with that hell pit called a mouth. And you got a boyfriend and whatever you had on tonight, looking like that poorly made silver tinsel sad Christmas ornament that people keep scratching their heads wondering who in the hell made that and why it still made the cut in this year's tree decorations? I meet the most interesting people at work. And yes, I was flirting with the new guy until I found out his age, nineteen. SCCREEAAACHHHING HAAULLTT! Oh well, I had fun flirting and he did too. You have to be over voting and drinking age for me, can't do fresh out of high school thing. I'll leave that to the good, thirsty, desperate people around here.
Gonna be a LONG holiday season before leaving my second part time job end of this year. Been awesome and having so much fun there. I can't wait to see my son today! He's been gone since Tuesday with Lucifer *his father* for Thanksgiving. Ready for him to come back, I've been missing him. He's a toot and a handful but yesterday I started crying because I miss his voice and smile. Uh- oh, I can see it now. My kids leaving home for college or starting a new life. Empty house and just me. My daughter has five years now and my son another thirteen. Don't worry, I have hobbies and lots of travel spots to hit. And the good thing about the kids leaving the nest is peace and quiet. I can only enjoy them right now in the moment and not think about it.
And the Walking Dead is coming on tonight!!! Michonne made it to the prison with the milk and going to tell the crew about Maggie and Glen being kidnapped. Arrghhh still sucks that T-Dog went out like a Boss earlier this month to save Carol. Governor getting all cray cray as usual, *he's beginning to grow on me* and what is up with the sexy ass European men donning these Southern accents on these shows? Andrew Lincoln and now David Morrissey?? Hotness. I think we need a surge of European men that need to move to Texas. And if you do, you will receive thousand of thank-you's from us. The women that is. I'm tired of rolling my eyes at Billy Bob, Tyrone and sometimes Jose staring at me and something stupid comes out of their mouths. Bleh! The other week, I seen the 'last' unicorn in Wal-Mart helping my grandmother. The 'last' unicorn is someone blowing into town that's not the typical type of guys in this area: decent, takes regular showers, works out, looks good vs. unshaven, dirty, fat, loud and rude. Gets on my nerves when a good looking guy shopping and I can't strike up a conversation because I have to do my granddaughter duties with Big Mama. Big GIGANTIC SLAP across my face. But I cannot desert my grandmother just to flirt with a guy. That's plain rude! I can only catch good glances, frown a little and go back to helping. And plus, she's not the "oh honey go on and get a date" type grandmother, more the "really? you need to stop salivating and get this bacon for me *rolls eyes*." LOL..
I'm not ready for work tomorrow. Five days off from my full time job is wonderful but I gotta keep pressing til Christmas holidays in the next three weeks. Yippy!