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It's funny that waiter wrote this when he did.
A couple days ago the other woman working at the video counter with me pointed to two middle aged women, very dressed up and browsing the older movies.
"Those are men," she whispered, leaning in close.
"Oh, that doesn't surprise me," I responded. "One of them is probably Veronica."
She looked horrified that I would know a transvestite by name, and even more horrified when I told her that Veronica used to be a city official in a town near here. When Veronica isn't Veronica, she's Steve. I really only know Steve, and I only know him from work, but Steve is a nice-looking, very friendly man in his 50's who wears slacks, button-down shirts, dangly earrings, press-on nails, and eyeliner. When Steve isn't Steve, he's Veronica, and he's a woman.
When one of the two ladies approached the counter holding Chicago, my coworker looked squeamish. She is a very sweet woman, but she's very religious and conservative, and I was sure it was obvious to the customer that she was uncomfortable. She explained that you have to have an account set up in our specific store, and I butted in, saying that I would be happy to set up an account for her, I would just need to see her ID.
My coworker seemed relieved when I took over and hurried away to wait on someone more normal.
The 'woman' on the other side of the counter clutched her driver's license to her chest and explained to me with a bashful smile that the picture didn't look like her, but it was hers.
"That's just fine," I assured her with a smile. If I'd been thinking, I would have asked if there was another name she'd like me to add to the account, in addition to Flloyd.
I set up her account and made small talk, trying to make her feel at ease. When everything was set, I rang up her movie, wished her a fun weekend, and called her, "Ms. Jones".
I'm sure people treat her and her friends like freaks all the time, and I'm sure she was aware that I knew she was a man in makeup, a wig, and fantastic clothing, but I hope that she appreciated that I did my job and treated her like any other customer wearing lipstick.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Prozac Nation
2: Waiting...
3: In Her Shoes
I've sat down at the computer three or four times in the last week to write a post, but I just can't concentrate.
Not much has happened in the last week, I suppose. My mom bought me a new set of tires after a mechanic diagnosed my car's wobbling problem as bad front tires. We were just going to get two, but she surprised me with four. I'm officially done training for my office job and feel totally unprepared to work by myself tomorrow and Saturday. I bought a Treo 650 on Sprint last night and I should probably get it in the mail in three to five days.
Other than that, nothing is new. What's new with you?
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Prozac Nation
2: Waiting...
3: In Her Shoes
The day I wrote my last post, almost a week ago, I cried a lot. I've been stressed out and exhausted, never getting enough hours at work but feeling like I'm always there, and the store manager bullied me into giving up my shift and, consequently, $50. I wonder if he remembers when $50 was a lot of money. At least I found out that the new long-wearing mascara from mark. totally rocks.
For a week or so I've been having pain and blurred vision in my left eye. It's nothing serious, and for the first two or three days I didn't even entertain the idea that it could be MS-related. So far nothing I've experienced in my year and a half with the disease has been painful. Extremely uncomfortable and strange and unpleasant, but never painful. I think I had convinced myself that my version of the disease did not include unexplained pain. It wasn't until I asked Google whether or not optic neuritis is painful that it really occurred to me that this could be the problem. When Google answered 'yes', I made an appointment with an opthamologist.
My case of optic neuritis is very mild, and even if it never went away, I wouldn't really lose much in the way of vision; more than anything the blurring is annoying, because it feels like I'm just looking through a smudge on my glasses that no amount of cleaning will fix. Even still, I cried when the very English doctor asked me about my history with MS and explained to me exactly how he knew it was optic neuritis and not just eye strain.
This morning when I was drying my hair I noticed that my left pupil was significantly more dilated than the right. When the doctor shone his little flashlight into my right eye, my left pupil did not react as it should have. An interesting fact that makes sense, but that I was not consciously aware of before today, is that when you shine a light into one eye it communicates with the other and both adjust identically in size to let that light in. Somewhere in the space between my eyes the impulses are being interrupted, and my left eye does not respond right away.
It's not the end of the world by a long shot, and it's definitely a silly thing to be so upset about, but I still cried. I was glad that I wore my good mascara again today, because I cried again when I absentmindedly locked my keys in my car at the supermarket, and again when the locksmith didn't charge me.
I also locked my keys in my car on Tuesday, and I admitted this to her and said that the locksmith who rescued me that day was unable to gain access by the usual methods and had to result to picking the lock. Since the guy on Tuesday is such a good locksmith, she was worried that she would be unable to help me, and she said that she prayed to God and told him that if she was able to open my car she wouldn't charge me. I guess I have two reasons to be glad that she was able to get in.
I was watching "Say Anything" on television yesterday, and Diane philosophized that good things always happen with bad things. Looking back on the last week or so, I might be inclined to agree.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Suicide Girls: The First Tour
2: Hotel Rwanda
3: In Good Company
The sale on our house finally went through, so now my mom has $20,000 or $30,000 just burning a hole in her pocket.
Considering that she has no job and seems to have no intentions to get one, I'm sure this money will be entirely wasted on things like bills and renting back the house for twice as much as she was paying the mortgage company. Oh, and let's not forget booze and her idiot boyfriend. Even though he makes as much in a week as I do in a month, I'm sure that he'll once again become a selfish free-loading bastard and take full advantage of my mom's generosity.
Speaking of her generosity, she woke me up this morning after I worked until 11:00 last night, and she wanted me to go out to breakfast with her. I thought it would be nice to spend some time with her, so I got up and got dressed. And after I was dressed and ready to go, she casually mentioned that idiot boyfriend was going to go, too. Do you know how pissed I was?
She knows I can't stand him, why would she think that I want her to wake me up early so I can spend an hour eating breakfast with him? And why would she think that I want to drive them both around? He drove right past me I don't know how many times when I was walking to work and he was going the same direction. There's no way I'm doing him any favors.
On top of it, work is trying to screw me out of four hours. I know it doesn't sound like much, but it's the difference between a $160 paycheck and a $220 paycheck.
I was supposed to continue my training in the office tonight, but the supervisor that I'm supposed to work with has to attend a funeral, so management is trying to force me to take the night off since I've already worked five days this week.
Last night, two of the supervisors looked at the schedule and decided that instead of bringing me in for training I wouldn't get, they would have me work in video and the person scheduled to work video would work as a checker. This solution worked for me. I wouldn't lose any hours, and I would get more practice in video.
When I got home last night there was a message on my answering machine asking if I 'wanted' to take tonight off. When I called today and told them what the other supervisors had decided, they explained to me how they had already fixed the understaffing and would rather 'save' my training hours for next week. The schedule is already out for next week, and there's no room for training. The manager is trying to make it sound like it's my decision, but I know they aren't giving me a choice.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix: The same three movies from my last post that I'm too lazy to copy and paste.
For a few weeks my car has been wobbling when I drive it at low speeds, and on the freeway it's a little difficult to control. So, my mom was worried that there was something wront with my front tires and took it in to have it looked at.
It turns out that when I hit the barrier and scraped my fender I also bent the rear driver-side wheel, so I need to get that fixed. At least it's something easy and inexpensive. And if I can stand the wobble for another month, I can just have the new wheel put on when I have my snow tires taken off.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Real Women Have Curves
2: Suicide Girls: The First Tour
3: Hotel Rwanda
I worked in video all by myself last night and I did a pretty okay job. It was a slow night, so I didn't have to feel stressed or rushed. That was nice. It was also nice to hear from high-level supervisors that I did a great job, since the fuel manager can never see to find anything encouraging to say to her employees.
I start my office training on Friday, and I hope I receive similarly glowing praise after training in that position for only 12 hours.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Real Women Have Curves
2: Suicide Girls: The First Tour
3: Hotel Rwanda
I was doing well there for awhile, wasn't I? But now I'm back to posting once or twice a week and feeling guilty because I never have anything of interest to say.
I have been training in the store for the video department, and it's a lot to learn. In addition to renting movies, checking them in, and putting them back out on the shelves, the video/customer service department also answers and directs phone calls for the entire store, coordinates photo developing services, prints, checks, and redeems lottery tickets, houses the cigarette case, rents out the Rug Doctors, processes Western Union transactions, cashes payroll and government checks, distributes Safeway paychecks every Friday, helps combat the manufacture of methamphetamines, and has to know how to answer every stupid question that a customer might want answered. Oh, and sometimes we have to assist in the floral department if someone wants balloons after the store's florist goes home for the day. Like I said, it's a lot to learn. I've had a total of 12 hours of training (which didn't even touch on Western Union), and one of the video employees had to take her daughter to the hospital so I get to give it a go by myself tonight. It's only five hours; what's the worst that could happen??
I thought that after my video training was complete I would be trained as a cashier, so I've been studying produce codes like crazy. I wrote out little index cards to practice with, and I've been trying to learn 13 different codes every day I'm at work. So far I have 3 cards done. Only 5 to go. Anyway, management decided to skip the checker training and bump me straight up to office training. I start that on Friday, and I have to say that I'm nervous. It's a lot of responsibility and I don't want to screw it up.
Oh, and after waiting 9 months (yes, I've already worked there for 9 months), the manager finally told me that I would need to not wear my nose ring when I'm working in the store. It took long enough, eh?
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo
2: Real Women Have Curves
3: Suicide Girls: The First Tour
