Today I found out that one of the customers at work has cancer, he is always so happy a smile always on his face. It just makes you think that he must have the perfect life to be that happy, and yet he doesn't. He has cancer in several places. Goes to show even those who seem to have it together really just don't, no one has a perfect life even if they act like they do. You can't read someone's mind though a smile...
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Three Simple Words
So, this regular came in with her children (she has a son and daughter) and a few of her daughter’s friends. They got some snacks, and one of her daughter’s friends wanted some stuff that the mother wasn’t buying, so she paid for it with her own money. Well the mother went out to the car as I was “ringing up” her daughter’s friends stuff (three suckers, one small package of donuts, and a gummy pizza), of course that didn’t take anytime at all, after I had finished, I smiled and told them to have a great day, right before they opened the door I heard the daughter say to her friend “she’s really nice“. That just made my night. She only said three words and its not like I’ve never heard anyone tell me that before, but I don’t know, I just thought it was so cool that that is how she chose to describe me to her friend.
09-28-2013
09-28-2013
American Owned
So, its been awhile since I wrote and it will be at least another two weeks before I have another chance so I figured I'd write something small.
I've had a few people come in and tell me about a little rumor going around. It absolutely cracks me up. They think (or thought, until I cleared it up) that the grocery store I work at was sold to a bunch of Pakistanis. No.. I say this proudly. Where I work is American Owned!
Now, I thought I should add with that, there is nothing wrong with stores that aren't American owned, they are great (I would gladly work at one, if need be) but.. I'm an American, so yeah I'm gonna take some pride in my country.
09-26-2013
I've had a few people come in and tell me about a little rumor going around. It absolutely cracks me up. They think (or thought, until I cleared it up) that the grocery store I work at was sold to a bunch of Pakistanis. No.. I say this proudly. Where I work is American Owned!
09-26-2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
One Hundred And Eight Dollars
There was this guy at work the other day, he bought One Hundred and Eight dollars worth of PowerBall!
That just blows my mind! Seriously, I can tell you right now, he just wasted that money, he’s not gonna win. Sure, I know, I hear this from my customers all time: “If You Don’t Play, You Can’t Win”, but why spend that much on it? Most of the time you’re losing more money then you actually win anyways. Thing is, even if you do win, what good does it actually do? You enjoy life to the fullest? Money can’t do that (some of the happiest people are those that have nothing). It says in Ecclesiastics 5:10~ He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase: this is also vanity. It may seem like it will satisfy you, I mean you can do whatever you want! Nothing can stop you! But the thing this “happiness” will not last. is only God can truly bring you happiness, and the happiness that comes from him, its not just temporary happiness like the world provides, but the happiness that from him is eternal!
09-12-2013
That just blows my mind! Seriously, I can tell you right now, he just wasted that money, he’s not gonna win. Sure, I know, I hear this from my customers all time: “If You Don’t Play, You Can’t Win”, but why spend that much on it? Most of the time you’re losing more money then you actually win anyways. Thing is, even if you do win, what good does it actually do? You enjoy life to the fullest? Money can’t do that (some of the happiest people are those that have nothing). It says in Ecclesiastics 5:10~ He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase: this is also vanity. It may seem like it will satisfy you, I mean you can do whatever you want! Nothing can stop you! But the thing this “happiness” will not last. is only God can truly bring you happiness, and the happiness that comes from him, its not just temporary happiness like the world provides, but the happiness that from him is eternal!
09-12-2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
There's A World Outside Of Me
Nothing like waking up 10 minutes before you have to leave. Suddenly, you have no clean laundry. You have no time to eat breakfast, no time to get ready as you usually do. It just makes everything so frustrating, so yeah you aren’t gonna be in a good mood. Well, that was me this morning. Then to top it all off my brother decided he wanted to talk, eh no, I was not in the mood; I couldn’t find a clean shirt, the only jeans I found are ones I absolutely hate, they make me look fat. :/ I had no time for make up (of course, I only put on massacre, but still), couldn’t read my Bible this morning, and I was super tired. No joke. So, anyways, thankfully I can get ready in ten minutes or less, it actually it took my eight minutes today. So impressed. So, yes I got to work on time. Yay! That’s all that really matter is that I wasn’t late. Shortly after I start working, this older guy comes in, he is always super nice. Here’s our conversation:
Me: “How are you?”
Him: “Tired”
Me: “Oh, yeah? Me too. Woke up ten minutes before I had to leave”
Him: “That’s never good”
Me: “Nope, its not”
Him: “I’m gonna go home and sleep”
Me: “Yeah”
Him: “Well you have a good day”
Me: “You have a great day also”
As he’s leaving I thought oh yeah that’s right, he works the “graveyard” shift, and here I am complaining about how tired I am. I shouldn’t be complaining at all, its morning so yeah I’m gonna be tired, but he hasn’t even got any of his sleep yet. So, I kinda felt a little silly. Anyways, I know this isn’t the best example of what I’m trying to say, but think about it. Here’s a part of a song by Hawk Nelson, that I absolutely love. It’s called Shaken.
I’ve stood alone a million times
That's not the same as being alone
I've felt ignored and left behind before
That's not the same as being disowned
Open my eyes and help me see
There's a world outside of me
I'm no different, I want to make a difference tonight
How true is that? We get so rapped up in our little lives, we forget that there’s a world outside of us. We see what’s happened/happening in our lives and we have a pity party?! Yet, there are so many people that have it way worst then we do! And we don’t care? Sure, its not our problem, but we still should care, and do what we can to make a difference.
09-09-2013
Me: “How are you?”
Him: “Tired”
Me: “Oh, yeah? Me too. Woke up ten minutes before I had to leave”
Him: “That’s never good”
Me: “Nope, its not”
Him: “I’m gonna go home and sleep”
Me: “Yeah”
Him: “Well you have a good day”
Me: “You have a great day also”
As he’s leaving I thought oh yeah that’s right, he works the “graveyard” shift, and here I am complaining about how tired I am. I shouldn’t be complaining at all, its morning so yeah I’m gonna be tired, but he hasn’t even got any of his sleep yet. So, I kinda felt a little silly. Anyways, I know this isn’t the best example of what I’m trying to say, but think about it. Here’s a part of a song by Hawk Nelson, that I absolutely love. It’s called Shaken.
I’ve stood alone a million times
That's not the same as being alone
I've felt ignored and left behind before
That's not the same as being disowned
Open my eyes and help me see
There's a world outside of me
I'm no different, I want to make a difference tonight
How true is that? We get so rapped up in our little lives, we forget that there’s a world outside of us. We see what’s happened/happening in our lives and we have a pity party?! Yet, there are so many people that have it way worst then we do! And we don’t care? Sure, its not our problem, but we still should care, and do what we can to make a difference.
09-09-2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Ashamed Of A Shirt?
There’s this customer at work, he likes me, always flirting with me (actually once he offered to buy me a candy bar, so sweet:), well I think he’s cute. Anyways, he is a friend of a friend so I stumbled across his Facebook profile and one of his old profile pictures is of a red equal sign, so I know he stands for homosexually, okay, that’s fine, there’s Christians that believe that there is nothing wrong with it, of course I have no clue if he even claims to be one or not. Well, I rarely see him at work but whenever I do, there’s kinda a spark I guess you could say.
Well, today as I was getting ready for work I was looking for a shirt to wear right? Well all I could really find was a black T-Shirt, that had a tree on it with a person (Jesus) hanging from the tree (but, you can’t see the person unless you look really close) and it has the words “WHY?” in caps, just like that, written on the bottom of the shirt. I was planning on taking it off and finding another one to wear. It’s not that I didn’t want to wear the shirt because of the image on it, it was just I never really liked it that much, and well, I didn’t really want people to think I was crazy or something for believing what I believe, so yeah, I guess I really didn’t want to wear it, because of the image. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve “proud fully” wore Christian T-Shirts before, so really I’m not sure what my deal was with this particular one. As soon as I left I realized I was still wearing the shirt, “Oh well” I thought. “No one will say anything”.
Of course, I was wrong. First, there was this guy who has already asked me out, but I’m “thinking” (what he doesn’t know, is my “thinking” is thinking of a really nice way of telling him that I really don’t want to date ANY guy right now. I’m not sure how to word this without sounding like a lie, or me sounding completely stupid) if I should accept or not, well he saw my shirt and said “Cool shirt” I was very surprised, this guy was one of the last people I expected to compliment my shirt, so I just put on a shy smile. I wondered if he even knew what my shirt meant...
Later on, the guy I talked about above came in, I was kinda glad to see him actually. He bought a pack of his usual Echo Full Favor 100 cigarettes, I accidentally grabbed the shorts instead, and I was like “Oh, wait you wanted the 100’s right?” Of course I knew the answer. He simply replied with a smile on his face “Just because you are short doesn’t mean I want to smoke shorts”. I laughed. So I went back grabbed the correct cigarettes. He kept staring at my shirt as I was ringing all of his stuff up, I’m thinking just great, I tried to turn a little more of the opposite direction in hopes he wouldn’t read me shirt. Sure enough, he says, “So what’s the shirt about?” Just great.. I reply “Uh, Jesus” I wondered if anyone else had heard my response, I said it louder then I wanted to. He just says “Ohh” from the look on his face, crazy is exactly what he thought I was. At that moment I felt stupid because of that shirt, and my beliefs. Here is a nice guy, that obviously likes me, but it didn’t matter anymore because I could tell from the way he was looking at me religion was a big problem for him. There goes him, no chance, ever… Then, my mind went to a verse in Romans 8, I believed (as you will read either I was wrong of the location), I wasn’t sure exactly all of what the verse said but it was something like “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ”, yet I was, at that moment.
The whole verse I thought of is Romans 1:16 I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.
I was ashamed that I had wore that shirt, a shirt showing exactly what I believe. I wished I never put it on? But why? Why would I want to hid what I believe? The song This Little Light Of Mine, plays in my head: Hide it under a bushel? No! I’m gonna let it shine. That’s the whole point, being a Christian I need to be willing to share the love Jesus has for us with anyone no matter what the sacrifice might be (okay, so I don‘t exactly consider a guy not liking me anymore a “sacrifice“, but you get the point). Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice, yet I am ashamed to wear a freaking shirt because of what others might think?! Yeah, something doesn’t sound quite right there.
09-03-2013
Well, today as I was getting ready for work I was looking for a shirt to wear right? Well all I could really find was a black T-Shirt, that had a tree on it with a person (Jesus) hanging from the tree (but, you can’t see the person unless you look really close) and it has the words “WHY?” in caps, just like that, written on the bottom of the shirt. I was planning on taking it off and finding another one to wear. It’s not that I didn’t want to wear the shirt because of the image on it, it was just I never really liked it that much, and well, I didn’t really want people to think I was crazy or something for believing what I believe, so yeah, I guess I really didn’t want to wear it, because of the image. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve “proud fully” wore Christian T-Shirts before, so really I’m not sure what my deal was with this particular one. As soon as I left I realized I was still wearing the shirt, “Oh well” I thought. “No one will say anything”.
Of course, I was wrong. First, there was this guy who has already asked me out, but I’m “thinking” (what he doesn’t know, is my “thinking” is thinking of a really nice way of telling him that I really don’t want to date ANY guy right now. I’m not sure how to word this without sounding like a lie, or me sounding completely stupid) if I should accept or not, well he saw my shirt and said “Cool shirt” I was very surprised, this guy was one of the last people I expected to compliment my shirt, so I just put on a shy smile. I wondered if he even knew what my shirt meant...
Later on, the guy I talked about above came in, I was kinda glad to see him actually. He bought a pack of his usual Echo Full Favor 100 cigarettes, I accidentally grabbed the shorts instead, and I was like “Oh, wait you wanted the 100’s right?” Of course I knew the answer. He simply replied with a smile on his face “Just because you are short doesn’t mean I want to smoke shorts”. I laughed. So I went back grabbed the correct cigarettes. He kept staring at my shirt as I was ringing all of his stuff up, I’m thinking just great, I tried to turn a little more of the opposite direction in hopes he wouldn’t read me shirt. Sure enough, he says, “So what’s the shirt about?” Just great.. I reply “Uh, Jesus” I wondered if anyone else had heard my response, I said it louder then I wanted to. He just says “Ohh” from the look on his face, crazy is exactly what he thought I was. At that moment I felt stupid because of that shirt, and my beliefs. Here is a nice guy, that obviously likes me, but it didn’t matter anymore because I could tell from the way he was looking at me religion was a big problem for him. There goes him, no chance, ever… Then, my mind went to a verse in Romans 8, I believed (as you will read either I was wrong of the location), I wasn’t sure exactly all of what the verse said but it was something like “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ”, yet I was, at that moment.
The whole verse I thought of is Romans 1:16 I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.
I was ashamed that I had wore that shirt, a shirt showing exactly what I believe. I wished I never put it on? But why? Why would I want to hid what I believe? The song This Little Light Of Mine, plays in my head: Hide it under a bushel? No! I’m gonna let it shine. That’s the whole point, being a Christian I need to be willing to share the love Jesus has for us with anyone no matter what the sacrifice might be (okay, so I don‘t exactly consider a guy not liking me anymore a “sacrifice“, but you get the point). Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice, yet I am ashamed to wear a freaking shirt because of what others might think?! Yeah, something doesn’t sound quite right there.
09-03-2013
Getting To Know Me:
I'm Hannah, and I'm awesome ;) Ha, maybe not. I'm
18, I will be 19 in a few months. I'm a Christian, a Southern Baptist to
be exact. I'm single as well, but not really looking for a relationship
either, not saying I don't want one, but I think I need to "grow up" a
little more before I am in one, if that makes any sense to anyone
besides myself. My hobby is photography, I hope someday I will become a
professional, but for now if you want to check out my work, here's a
link: http://500px.com/HannahColleen. That pretty much sums me up, my
life is honestly rather simple and boring.
Anyways, I plan on blogging about stories that happened at my work, so I guess this is kinda a work diary, mainly for me to look back and enjoy later, but it would be awesome if I got some followers also, but I really don't care about that much. Well, since I told you what I'm blogging about, it might be useful for you to know where I work, huh? It's basically a convenience store, it looks like a normal gas station from the outside, but when you come in it's a mini grocery store, we have pretty much everything. I love my job (of course not so much the pay), if you couldn't already tell by the fact I'm planning on blogging about it. Most people they would rather not think about their job, let alone blog about it.
If you haven't noticed my grammar and writing skills suck, but I'm writing these blogs just for fun so it really doesn't matter that much, I do hope that they will improve though.
Well, I suppose this should have been my first post, oh well. That should be about all you need to know, for now.
Anyways, I plan on blogging about stories that happened at my work, so I guess this is kinda a work diary, mainly for me to look back and enjoy later, but it would be awesome if I got some followers also, but I really don't care about that much. Well, since I told you what I'm blogging about, it might be useful for you to know where I work, huh? It's basically a convenience store, it looks like a normal gas station from the outside, but when you come in it's a mini grocery store, we have pretty much everything. I love my job (of course not so much the pay), if you couldn't already tell by the fact I'm planning on blogging about it. Most people they would rather not think about their job, let alone blog about it.
If you haven't noticed my grammar and writing skills suck, but I'm writing these blogs just for fun so it really doesn't matter that much, I do hope that they will improve though.
Well, I suppose this should have been my first post, oh well. That should be about all you need to know, for now.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
The Angry Father...
This couple came in to work one day, they had two kids; a girl and a boy. Well, while the couple started to shop, the boy grabbed a shopping cart. He was chasing the girl with it around the entire store, with it. I was thinking, “Seriously? What type of parents let their kids just run around playing in a store like that.” Of course as I’m standing by the register I’m trying to think of a nice way to tell the child to put up the cart before he breaks something, but me being me, I couldn’t bring myself to scold him, the parents were right there, and I looked across the store and seen my boss sitting at the table talking with his father, so I decided that my boss would deal with the children if need be (I just pretended to be busy just in case the child did break something, my boss wouldn’t blame me for not telling the boy to pick up the cart). Well soon enough, my boss did. Apparently he jerked the cart away from the boy, the father was furious. Of course, my boss probably should have handled the situation without jerking the cart, but that’s besides the point. Anyways, as I already said, the father was furious with my boss, yelling at him, my boss said “Just let me explain, what I did” the father quickly responded with a very angry voice “You don’t need to explain, I saw with my very own eyes!!” My boss replied and a very clam voice again, “I was trying...” Then the mother who was standing over by the register interrupted my boss and said “Mind your own business”. Well, of course my boss was minding his own business, after all, this is his store, right? After the mother said that, the children’s father said “Come on, put the stuff down, we’re not buying anything from here!” So as they were leaving my boss said something like “Keep an eye on your kids” and once again the angry man responded quickly, “Keep an eye on your life!” What a funny comeback I thought to myself. So, after they had left my boss was talking to me about all of it and laughing, I was laughing inside as well, sure maybe I shouldn’t have, I completely understood both sides (The father doesn’t want other people scolding his kids, and possibly hurting them, while my boss has thousands of dollars of merchandise that the child could very well have damaged as wild as he was running throughout the store with that cart).
The point of my story is this; sure there are things in life that we get mad at, and some of it we have every right in the world to be mad. So what do we do? We yell, scream, act hateful towards whomever we are mad at, at the time, but what good does it really do? Did this father accomplish anything? Well of course not. In the end, the father had made himself look like a fool in fact. The same do we when we get mad, everyone around us doesn’t seem to get why we are so upset, and even if they do, they don’t get why someone would get that mad over something that little. Just think for a moment. What’s stuff like that matter anyways? A little secret, at the end of the day it doesn’t...
08-31-2013
The point of my story is this; sure there are things in life that we get mad at, and some of it we have every right in the world to be mad. So what do we do? We yell, scream, act hateful towards whomever we are mad at, at the time, but what good does it really do? Did this father accomplish anything? Well of course not. In the end, the father had made himself look like a fool in fact. The same do we when we get mad, everyone around us doesn’t seem to get why we are so upset, and even if they do, they don’t get why someone would get that mad over something that little. Just think for a moment. What’s stuff like that matter anyways? A little secret, at the end of the day it doesn’t...
08-31-2013
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