Back in September I wrote "Sometimes Life Is So Depressing" (by the way, I'm totally better life is awesome now, not that anything has changed except my attitude, turns out my sister was right...) in that rant I mentioned a guy, "Shortly after I saw I had a Facebook message from a customer at work
(and if you was wondering, yes, he is a guy, but he is a completely
different story that I will share when I think the story is complete.). Well I'm pretty sure the story is complete, or least I hope...
It all started with this firefighter who came in almost everyday for gas, I will call him Steve. I believe "Steve" is 25 right now. His complexion is in the darker side, I'm pretty sure he has some Mexican in him. He's not really tall, but definitely not short either, his hair is black and cut short, sometimes its a little shaggy, where the front part of his hair covers about half of his eye, almost like he has bangs. Overall he's kinda cute, but that doesn't matter. Why? Because "Steve" has a girlfriend.
Whenever "Steve" came in he pays for gas with a $35.00 check, whenever gas was cheaper it never took the full amount he gave me, so I saw him at least twice in one day. I always smiled at him, but he very rarely smiled at me, normally I can tell when a guy likes me but not him, more or less I didn't find out he liked me until he told me.
"Steve" came in one day for gas, his tank couldn't fit all of what he paid for in, so he came back in got his change and asked for my full name, okay a little weird he wanted my full name but I just gave it to him anyways.
The next day "Steve" came in again. "So have you been on Facebook lately?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I have..." Yep, I knew where this was going.
"Oh, have you checked your messages?" I was right.
"Yeah I have, I didn't have any. Why?"
"I sent you a message."
"Oh! I bet I know what happened, sometimes if you aren't a friend with someone on Facebook the message will go under "other", I'll check when I get home."
"Okay." Then he left.
I couldn't wait to get home to see what his message had said. So finally once I got home I checked Facebook immediately, and saw a message from his mother, weird. I was so confused, so I opened the message it read "hi im not trying to be a stocker but guess who this is?" I knew what his last name was because of seeing his checks, I'm not as dumb as I look even if he didn't tell me he sent me a message I would have know it was him...
I reply "Well, I think you kinda told me who it is haha".
After that I asked why he didn't use his own Facebook, this is what he said "Ya I'm gonna have to tell u the truth" I didn't reply to that then he wrote again "Please don't take it the wrong way please".
"Okay, I'll try not to" Should I be worried?
The rest of the conversion is way to long for me to keep copy and pasting what we said. He basically told me he's been in a relationship almost two years and his so unhappy, they are always fighting, she is
insecure, her parents hate him, etc He described it as the roughest relationship he has ever been in. I truly felt bad for him. Isn't the point of a relationship to be happy? I know things aren't always gonna be all perfect and what not, but if you aren't happy at all, why even have that relationship?
We talked for awhile still, for the most part I really enjoyed talking with him. I don't know if it was wrong of me to keep talking to him, but that's all we were doing. After about two weeks of talking he basically asked me out. Um yeah, that wasn't going to happen. I told him no, I reminded him he has a girlfriend, and even if he didn't have one I wasn't ready to date. He told me that that changed his "perspective" on things. Whatever, he has a freaking girlfriend, that's what should have changed his perspective... After that conversation I never relied, there didn't seem like there was much else to say, I already said "we" were never gonna happen.
He texted me later that day. (from a textfree number, guess he was still keeping our talks "secret"). "Guess who". Hmm, I wonder... We talked for about a week, finally he asked me out again. I mean like get the hint, I didn't change my mind overnight... Once again I said no, then he starts to tell me how I need space. Trust me, I've been single my entire life, I've had plenty of space... That's basically what I told him, and gave more in-depth why I didn't want to date right now. He quit texting me after that.
Until December. This time a different textfree number. "U know who this is?" By the way he was spelling and that question, I knew exactly who was, "Steve". We talked for two days, he quit talking to me after that until recently. This June.
It was Sunday, and I was off. I was bored to death, so I made both of my online chatting accounts again, on the first one Badoo I saw "Steve" was on it, I didn't talk to him. No trace of him on MeetMe, not that I was looking for him or anything. I deleted my Badoo account again, but kept the MeetMe account just for the day, trying to kill some time. I get a message, didn't think anything of it just another message, no big deal, I replied, talked a little bit then I got distracted, viewed the message but never replied, after two hours, this guy sends me another message, "do u know who I am?" The picture he had wasn't very good, it had him and probably 8 other people dressed in uniform. I couldn't really see any of the faces, let alone recognize them... Eventually, I figured out who it was, it was Steve. We talked for the rest of the day, but I wasn't planning on keeping the app, not even for him, so I told him I had to delete it, waited long enough for him to see the message and I was done, I deleted it.
I thought that was the end of us chatting, I was wrong again... Last Sunday I went on Facebook and I had a friend request from some guy named "Jose", I accepted the request just long enough to look at the profile, he had literally just made it, no friends (except me), no profile picture, it wasn't hard to figure out it was fake profile, the other question I had was who it really was. My first thought was this guy I used to date, that turned out to be a jerk, so I deleted "Jose" off my friends list as soon as the thought crossed by mind, that guy has no business seeing my profile if its really who I think it is I thought.
Wednesday rolls around, I had completely forgotten about the friend request. I see I have two message in my "other" folder, I check it out. Sure enough, it was from "Jose". The first message was sent on Monday, with a simple "Hello", I never responded to it so he sent another that just said "Steve". Aha! That makes sense, I guess, at least he didn't try and make me guess who he is like all the other times...
We barely talk this time. This was our conversation:
"Hello" He sent the message Monday I never saw it until I saw his next message Wednesday. "Steve".
"Oh hey. Sorry I didn't realize it was you"
"It's cool this is my fake profile"
"Oh why'd you make a fake profile?"
"To talk to people I can't too if I know wht I'm saying"
"Oh okay, that makes sense"
"Honest am I bad person for doing this"
"Well I don't know, I don't think your a bad person because your doing it, but I do think its kinda wrong"
"Sorry I'll stop then if it's wrong"
"If that's what you want to do, don't let my opinion
effect whatever you do... Its just I know what it feels like for a guy
to "secretly" start talking to another girl, that guy chose her over me
and that is one of the worse feelings I have ever felt, to know I wasn't
good enough... If he would have just "ended" things with me first then
started talking to other girls he liked it would have been a little
different, but I guess really not much. I don't know, either way all I'm
saying is if she finds out its gonna hurt her, and I don't want to be
knowing apart of hurting someone the way I was hurt."
"I don't want to do tht and get caught in something
bad so the right thing to do is don't do this anymore it's wrong And
cause harm to anyone or hurt anyone so this is the last time I do this"
"Okay" Did the thought just now occur to him? Doubtful.
I'm pretty sure this is the end of this story, I sure hope so. I mean like what the heck he has a girlfriend, he shouldn't have ever messaged me with the intend of something more happening in the first place. The whole thing makes me feel bad for him though, he's so unhappy with his girlfriend that he'll go behind her back and look for someone "better".
Anyways, I guess the moral to this story can be summed up in the last thing I told him. "Its just I know what it feels like for a guy
to "secretly" start talking to another girl, that guy chose her over me
and that is one of the worse feelings I have ever felt, to know I wasn't
good enough... If he would have just "ended" things with me first then
started talking to other girls he liked it would have been a little
different, but I guess really not much. I don't know, either way all I'm
saying is if she finds out its gonna hurt her, and I don't want to be
knowing apart of hurting someone the way I was hurt.". That's the truth. I don't know their story, I don't know all of the story why he kept trying to talk with me. I just know he has a girlfriend, and really that's all I need to know.
07-14-2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
Jumping To Conclusions
Last Saturday I wasn't working the register, I was the "floor person" (as we call it) that night. The one who gets to do all the stocking and cleaning. I was glad I wasn't working the register, I love when I work it, but I also like being the floor. When I work the register I'm constricted to stay by the register, that means if were slow I get bored because I've already done everything. With the "floor" I could go anywhere in the store and there's always something new to stock and clean.
I just got finished stocking the beer. It was five O'clock on a Saturday night and we had already ran outta cold packs of Bud Light 20 packs. Not good. I just put two hot ones in, I knew people would complain, but it is what it is. I can't make something get cold fast, especially with our coolers. I went over a few coolers down and I started to clean it.
This older guy whom I don't remember seeing before came over to the beer coolers. I looked over smiled at him, he smiled back. He grabbed one of the hot Bud Light 20 packs and set it over on the ground, then opened the cooler right next to it and got a Bush Light 30 pack, and left.
My blood started to boil. What the heck! I know it was hot and probably wouldn't get cold until the night was over with but still! If he didn't want it, he should have put it back. Some people are so lazy! Normally I would have just left it, since it was already hot. I was to annoyed I couldn't just leave it there, so I marched over there, I look at it, right before I picked it up someone starts talking.
"I was just coming back for it. I didn't want to carry both of them at the same time.". Oops! I guess I should have waited.
"Oh." Feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I know." I lied...
"Oh your putting another in?" We have all the hot beer right by the beer coolers, so that probably really is what it looked like I was doing.
"Yeah." I said. I wasn't lying this time though. I really did need to put another in.
He picks up his Bud Light off the ground. I felt like I should at least apologize for the beer being hot, even though it wasn't my fault, but I didn't. I said nothing as he walked away.
This is why you shouldn't jump to a conclusions without knowing other facts. The facts were:
What I knew:
1. The Bud Light was hot.
2. He grabbed Bush Light.
3. He left the Bud Light on the ground.
4. He walked away.
What I didn't know:
1. He didn't care.
2. He wanted more then one type.
3. He couldn't carry them both.
4. He was coming back.
When a person is jumping to conclusions, they are drawing negative conclusions with little or no evidence to their assumptions. ~~Copy and pasted from a different website.~~ I don't completely agree with that statement. Sometimes, we jump to conclusions that aren't negative. For example, every time I bake I jump to the conclusion that everyone will love whatever I baked. Either way, jumping to conclusions is never good. They don't have any evidence, we need to take the time to think about it.
07-07-2014
I just got finished stocking the beer. It was five O'clock on a Saturday night and we had already ran outta cold packs of Bud Light 20 packs. Not good. I just put two hot ones in, I knew people would complain, but it is what it is. I can't make something get cold fast, especially with our coolers. I went over a few coolers down and I started to clean it.
This older guy whom I don't remember seeing before came over to the beer coolers. I looked over smiled at him, he smiled back. He grabbed one of the hot Bud Light 20 packs and set it over on the ground, then opened the cooler right next to it and got a Bush Light 30 pack, and left.
My blood started to boil. What the heck! I know it was hot and probably wouldn't get cold until the night was over with but still! If he didn't want it, he should have put it back. Some people are so lazy! Normally I would have just left it, since it was already hot. I was to annoyed I couldn't just leave it there, so I marched over there, I look at it, right before I picked it up someone starts talking.
"I was just coming back for it. I didn't want to carry both of them at the same time.". Oops! I guess I should have waited.
"Oh." Feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I know." I lied...
"Oh your putting another in?" We have all the hot beer right by the beer coolers, so that probably really is what it looked like I was doing.
"Yeah." I said. I wasn't lying this time though. I really did need to put another in.
He picks up his Bud Light off the ground. I felt like I should at least apologize for the beer being hot, even though it wasn't my fault, but I didn't. I said nothing as he walked away.
This is why you shouldn't jump to a conclusions without knowing other facts. The facts were:
What I knew:
1. The Bud Light was hot.
2. He grabbed Bush Light.
3. He left the Bud Light on the ground.
4. He walked away.
What I didn't know:
1. He didn't care.
2. He wanted more then one type.
3. He couldn't carry them both.
4. He was coming back.
When a person is jumping to conclusions, they are drawing negative conclusions with little or no evidence to their assumptions. ~~Copy and pasted from a different website.~~ I don't completely agree with that statement. Sometimes, we jump to conclusions that aren't negative. For example, every time I bake I jump to the conclusion that everyone will love whatever I baked. Either way, jumping to conclusions is never good. They don't have any evidence, we need to take the time to think about it.
07-07-2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
Collecting Numbers
As I have said in other places on my blog, I am single. I am also content with being single though. Honestly, I have to give the credit to God for me being so content with me still being single, I've always been single. He taught me how to be happy with what situations he's places me in my life, he uses them for my good, to mold and make me into the person he wants me to be. Although I am content being single I still want someone in my life, I still want to get married and have kids. I just do, its what I've always wanted.
Here lately (the last 6 months or so), I have had lots of guys me out, ask for my number, or give me their number. I feel flattered every time, sure it gets old sometimes (especially since some of these guys are old, or they have a girlfriend/wife, thankfully I haven't had to many creepy guys actually try and make the "move", normally its just comments from the guys I consider creepy, yay for that!), but overall I don't mind it. Most of the time I give them my number... But here's the thing, over half these guys that I give my number to I already know I'm not into them, but I feel bad, I have no reason not to be interested in them. Some of them just aren't attractive at all, others of them are but for some reason I just don't like them, but still I feel like I should give them all a chance.
Within the last month alone I have gave four guys my number that had asked, I had at least six people ask for my number, but those other two were kinda old. Within the past year I have gave/ been given at least ten times, that doesn't count all the guys I rejected when they gave me their number/asked for mine. Until the last two months I was being very careful on who I gave my number out to, I would reject most of the guys, but apparently not enough of them.
Now, I'm tired of collecting numbers. What's the point? Do I really need to give every single guy a chance? Especially since I already know I'm not interested before I give the number out. There really isn't a point. The only thing I'm doing when I give a guy my number that I'm not interested in is setting up for giving the guy a "heart break". I don't need to do that.
So I decided I'm done collecting numbers. Unless of course I actually see potential in the guy. In reality any guy I want isn't going to see me one time, think I'm pretty then ask for my number only because I'm pretty. I want him to try and get to know me first, that's the type of guy that is most likely not just looking for a "booty call".
07-04-2014
Here lately (the last 6 months or so), I have had lots of guys me out, ask for my number, or give me their number. I feel flattered every time, sure it gets old sometimes (especially since some of these guys are old, or they have a girlfriend/wife, thankfully I haven't had to many creepy guys actually try and make the "move", normally its just comments from the guys I consider creepy, yay for that!), but overall I don't mind it. Most of the time I give them my number... But here's the thing, over half these guys that I give my number to I already know I'm not into them, but I feel bad, I have no reason not to be interested in them. Some of them just aren't attractive at all, others of them are but for some reason I just don't like them, but still I feel like I should give them all a chance.
Within the last month alone I have gave four guys my number that had asked, I had at least six people ask for my number, but those other two were kinda old. Within the past year I have gave/ been given at least ten times, that doesn't count all the guys I rejected when they gave me their number/asked for mine. Until the last two months I was being very careful on who I gave my number out to, I would reject most of the guys, but apparently not enough of them.
Now, I'm tired of collecting numbers. What's the point? Do I really need to give every single guy a chance? Especially since I already know I'm not interested before I give the number out. There really isn't a point. The only thing I'm doing when I give a guy my number that I'm not interested in is setting up for giving the guy a "heart break". I don't need to do that.
So I decided I'm done collecting numbers. Unless of course I actually see potential in the guy. In reality any guy I want isn't going to see me one time, think I'm pretty then ask for my number only because I'm pretty. I want him to try and get to know me first, that's the type of guy that is most likely not just looking for a "booty call".
07-04-2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
God Completes Me
I bought some Christian T-Shirts to wear at work, so that I can witness while working. One says "He Completes Me" then it has 1 John 4:12 on it. The only thing I liked about this shirt was the "puzzle" shaped like a heart with a cross in the middle. I tried and take this shirt off my order, but it was to late. I was stuck with it...
It took me at least two weeks before I wore this shirt to work, it wasn't that I was ashamed by it, it was just that I was afraid someone would ask me a question that I wouldn't be able to answer it.
The day I first wore it, I felt so stupid in it. The day went by, a few people commented on how its a cool shirt, that made me feel a little better about the shirt. The day was about half way over when this guy comes in buys something, I have no clue anymore what it was, then he reads my shirt.
"He completes me? How so?"
"Um, I don't know he just does." I finally reply, my words felt so scrambled. Its not very often I'm speechless but I was then. I thought to myself, yep this is exactly why I didn't want to wear it. Then I decided I'm not going to wear that shirt again until I can answer that question, I feel like I should have been able to answer it then, and if I really was able to a seed would have been planted in his heart, but I failed.
I came up with an answer this evening at work. "How does God complete me?" God completes me though his love, the love that gives me hope of eternal life. Its that simple.
I'm gonna be honest here, if it wasn't for God's love I would have killed myself at the age of twelve, I was so depressed, not really for an "logical" reason, but I was, I hated my life. God gave hope, God showed me people did care, people did love me. God showed me that he loves me, God gave me hope. The hope of an awesome future in heaven with him. That's how he completes me.
06-23-2014
It took me at least two weeks before I wore this shirt to work, it wasn't that I was ashamed by it, it was just that I was afraid someone would ask me a question that I wouldn't be able to answer it.
The day I first wore it, I felt so stupid in it. The day went by, a few people commented on how its a cool shirt, that made me feel a little better about the shirt. The day was about half way over when this guy comes in buys something, I have no clue anymore what it was, then he reads my shirt.
"He completes me? How so?"
"Um, I don't know he just does." I finally reply, my words felt so scrambled. Its not very often I'm speechless but I was then. I thought to myself, yep this is exactly why I didn't want to wear it. Then I decided I'm not going to wear that shirt again until I can answer that question, I feel like I should have been able to answer it then, and if I really was able to a seed would have been planted in his heart, but I failed.
I came up with an answer this evening at work. "How does God complete me?" God completes me though his love, the love that gives me hope of eternal life. Its that simple.
I'm gonna be honest here, if it wasn't for God's love I would have killed myself at the age of twelve, I was so depressed, not really for an "logical" reason, but I was, I hated my life. God gave hope, God showed me people did care, people did love me. God showed me that he loves me, God gave me hope. The hope of an awesome future in heaven with him. That's how he completes me.
06-23-2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Livin' Life Sober, I'm Lovin' It!
"Can you get me the cheapest half pint of vodka you guys have?" A regular customer asks
I smile. Already knowing the prices of our cheapest, before I start walking back to our half pints and pints we keep behind the counter. "Okay, the McCormick and the Popvo are the same price, $3.19, which one do you want?" I already knew the answer, almost everyone prefers the McCormick over the Popvo, but I ask just to make sure...
"Uh, the McCormick."
I smile again because I am right. "That's what I thought. Pretty much everyone wants McCormick over the Popvo."
"Oh is that what you drink also?"
"Oh no, I don't drink."
He gives me the strangest look ever. "You don't drink?"
I love to smile, and I'm proud of the fact I don't drink so I give him another huge smile. "Nope, I sure don't."
"Never?" He replies.
"Yeah, never."
Once again he gives me the strangest look. "Oh wow! You live life sober! Must be one boring life."
"Actually, its not boring at all" I say with another big smile, although I'm pretty sure I should have been offended that he just called my life boring, but I'm not.
He realized what he had just said so he tries and smooth things over. "I'm just kidding, I don't think you have a boring life." Yeah right, I thought.
I have never drank before, let alone get drunk, so I really have no idea what its like, but I don't want to know, why would I want to have a hangover? Headache? No thank you. Dizziness? I prefer to walk straight. Stomachache? No way. Vomiting? Gross, hate it. Nothing about a hangover is appealing to anyone, for good reason too. Maybe to much alcohol is poison, which would explain why people get these affects after drinking to much? I'm pretty sure that's a fact.
But the reason why I don't drink isn't because of the after effects, I believe drinking in moderation is okay, heck Jesus even made wine. But well first of all I'm 19, so it is illegal for me to drink anyway, second I'm known as "that church girl" and I don't want to be a stumbling block for anyone.
If you drink, okay that's fine. It's none of my business. I don't judge people who drink, as a matter of fact the guy who told me I have a boring life I used to go to church with, as far as I know he's never gave drinking up, he's not afraid to get drink or even have me ring his beer up. I don't have a problem with it either. It's his life, yes its that simple. I will live my life to the best I can to how Jesus wants me to live it, and be an example to those who don't believe and have a relationship with Jesus Christ, I don't think I can do that drunk, just saying.
"Oh wow! You live life sober! Must be one boring life." This sentence has stuck with me ever since he said it. Is that really what everyone thinks? Just because I don't drink I have a boring life? Well let me tell you something your wrong. I will admit my life is boring, but not because I "live life sober", but because that's just me, I have no friends, no boyfriend, I work weekends, on my days off I stay at home. Boring is just me, my life isn't interesting, and I hate to break it to you, but drinking isn't gonna make it anymore exciting.
06-17-2014
I smile. Already knowing the prices of our cheapest, before I start walking back to our half pints and pints we keep behind the counter. "Okay, the McCormick and the Popvo are the same price, $3.19, which one do you want?" I already knew the answer, almost everyone prefers the McCormick over the Popvo, but I ask just to make sure...
"Uh, the McCormick."
I smile again because I am right. "That's what I thought. Pretty much everyone wants McCormick over the Popvo."
"Oh is that what you drink also?"
"Oh no, I don't drink."
He gives me the strangest look ever. "You don't drink?"
I love to smile, and I'm proud of the fact I don't drink so I give him another huge smile. "Nope, I sure don't."
"Never?" He replies.
"Yeah, never."
Once again he gives me the strangest look. "Oh wow! You live life sober! Must be one boring life."
"Actually, its not boring at all" I say with another big smile, although I'm pretty sure I should have been offended that he just called my life boring, but I'm not.
He realized what he had just said so he tries and smooth things over. "I'm just kidding, I don't think you have a boring life." Yeah right, I thought.
I have never drank before, let alone get drunk, so I really have no idea what its like, but I don't want to know, why would I want to have a hangover? Headache? No thank you. Dizziness? I prefer to walk straight. Stomachache? No way. Vomiting? Gross, hate it. Nothing about a hangover is appealing to anyone, for good reason too. Maybe to much alcohol is poison, which would explain why people get these affects after drinking to much? I'm pretty sure that's a fact.
But the reason why I don't drink isn't because of the after effects, I believe drinking in moderation is okay, heck Jesus even made wine. But well first of all I'm 19, so it is illegal for me to drink anyway, second I'm known as "that church girl" and I don't want to be a stumbling block for anyone.
If you drink, okay that's fine. It's none of my business. I don't judge people who drink, as a matter of fact the guy who told me I have a boring life I used to go to church with, as far as I know he's never gave drinking up, he's not afraid to get drink or even have me ring his beer up. I don't have a problem with it either. It's his life, yes its that simple. I will live my life to the best I can to how Jesus wants me to live it, and be an example to those who don't believe and have a relationship with Jesus Christ, I don't think I can do that drunk, just saying.
"Oh wow! You live life sober! Must be one boring life." This sentence has stuck with me ever since he said it. Is that really what everyone thinks? Just because I don't drink I have a boring life? Well let me tell you something your wrong. I will admit my life is boring, but not because I "live life sober", but because that's just me, I have no friends, no boyfriend, I work weekends, on my days off I stay at home. Boring is just me, my life isn't interesting, and I hate to break it to you, but drinking isn't gonna make it anymore exciting.
06-17-2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
The Joys Of Carding People...
It seems like its been forever since I wrote, I would love to say the reason why is because I've been so busy, but no, I'm just to lazy to write nowadays, although I have been somewhat busy studying for my GED (yay me!). Anyhow...
The other day this guy came in, I've seen him probably ten times within a year in a half. I remember the first time I saw him he bought a pack of cigarettes, so I carded him, he looked like he was barely old enough to buy cigarettes, if I remember correctly I was right, I think he was born in 1995. After that I didn't need to card him anymore, for the most part once I card someone just one time I remember them after that, but this guy stood out to me in particular because he actually once more or less asked me out with a cheesy line... "Hey, do you guys have any dates?"
I looked at him and answered
"Um, yeah they should be right over there"
I started to point to the aisle they were in, but before extend my arm all the way towards the direction he replies,
"Cause I sure would want to go out on one with you".
I don't remember what I said after that, but I felt pretty stupid not realizing he didn't actually want to know where the dates were, but an understandable mistake, I'm pretty sure most people wouldn't have realized it either.
Anyway as I was saying he came in the other day, this time he tried to buy a 20 Oz bottle of Miller Genuine Draft, and a pack of L&M menthol 100's. I knew he wasn't old enough for the beer.
"Can I see you ID?" I said as soon as he set his beer down. He wasn't happy...
"I don't have my ID, I left it at home. I'll show it to you next time."
Yeah, right. I thought, as often as you come in you'll forget next time.
"No I can't. I need to see your ID now to sell it to you."
"Come on, I come in here all the time!"
Uh yeah I know how little you come in, trust me I work five days a week, 40 hours, for the most part I know who comes in a lot and who doesn't...
"Yeah I know, but I have never sold you alcohol, I know your old enough for the cigarettes, but for the alcohol, I gotta see your ID." He still wasn't happy.
"Please, I'll show you my ID next time I come in, I promise."
I look at him dead straight, I picked up the bottle of Miller and said with a half smile.
"Until then." I slowly moved the beer over to the other side of the register. "I can sell you the cigarettes I know your old enough, what type did you say you want?"
At this point he knows I'm not selling him the beer no matter how much he asks me to, I was set on seeing his ID.
"L&M menthol 100's" he says in a low voice that sounded like he was very annoyed, looking at him I could see the annoyance in his face, but you know what, I didn't care.
Maybe I remember his age wrong but still I'm not gonna take that chance. If I get caught selling alcohol to someone under 21 I could get up to a $500 fine. Um, yeah its not worth it.
"I'll show it to you next time." He continues.
"Okay." I say with a smile on my face. I don't want him to think I'm mad because I wasn't. I was just doing my job.
Here's the thing if you don't have your ID and some one cards you, they are only doing their jobs, they're not just asking to be jerks, don't get uptight with them, chances are they can't afford a $500 fine...
6-13-2014
The other day this guy came in, I've seen him probably ten times within a year in a half. I remember the first time I saw him he bought a pack of cigarettes, so I carded him, he looked like he was barely old enough to buy cigarettes, if I remember correctly I was right, I think he was born in 1995. After that I didn't need to card him anymore, for the most part once I card someone just one time I remember them after that, but this guy stood out to me in particular because he actually once more or less asked me out with a cheesy line... "Hey, do you guys have any dates?"
I looked at him and answered
"Um, yeah they should be right over there"
I started to point to the aisle they were in, but before extend my arm all the way towards the direction he replies,
"Cause I sure would want to go out on one with you".
I don't remember what I said after that, but I felt pretty stupid not realizing he didn't actually want to know where the dates were, but an understandable mistake, I'm pretty sure most people wouldn't have realized it either.
Anyway as I was saying he came in the other day, this time he tried to buy a 20 Oz bottle of Miller Genuine Draft, and a pack of L&M menthol 100's. I knew he wasn't old enough for the beer.
"Can I see you ID?" I said as soon as he set his beer down. He wasn't happy...
"I don't have my ID, I left it at home. I'll show it to you next time."
Yeah, right. I thought, as often as you come in you'll forget next time.
"No I can't. I need to see your ID now to sell it to you."
"Come on, I come in here all the time!"
Uh yeah I know how little you come in, trust me I work five days a week, 40 hours, for the most part I know who comes in a lot and who doesn't...
"Yeah I know, but I have never sold you alcohol, I know your old enough for the cigarettes, but for the alcohol, I gotta see your ID." He still wasn't happy.
"Please, I'll show you my ID next time I come in, I promise."
I look at him dead straight, I picked up the bottle of Miller and said with a half smile.
"Until then." I slowly moved the beer over to the other side of the register. "I can sell you the cigarettes I know your old enough, what type did you say you want?"
At this point he knows I'm not selling him the beer no matter how much he asks me to, I was set on seeing his ID.
"L&M menthol 100's" he says in a low voice that sounded like he was very annoyed, looking at him I could see the annoyance in his face, but you know what, I didn't care.
Maybe I remember his age wrong but still I'm not gonna take that chance. If I get caught selling alcohol to someone under 21 I could get up to a $500 fine. Um, yeah its not worth it.
"I'll show it to you next time." He continues.
"Okay." I say with a smile on my face. I don't want him to think I'm mad because I wasn't. I was just doing my job.
Here's the thing if you don't have your ID and some one cards you, they are only doing their jobs, they're not just asking to be jerks, don't get uptight with them, chances are they can't afford a $500 fine...
6-13-2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Self-Conscious
There's this guy who comes into work, he almost always comes in with his 3 year old daughter, if I were to guess his age I could say he is probably about 23, he has very short (almost bald) blonde hair, he's is just a little shorter then I am, I would say around 5', and his front teeth are missing. I never really thought much about this guy, he is just another customer to me...
The other day he came without his daughter, something looked different about him. He sounded different. Sure enough, I saw he now had front teeth. Right at that moment I realized what was different, he smiles and asks me "Notice anything different about me", I looked at him and lied (I still don't know why, I really shouldn't have), I replied "No, you look the same to me". I seen a slight frown in his face then he responded "Oh, I got new teeth" then he lifted his frown into a smiled, feeling kinda bad I had lied I just say "Well, I see a lot of people, its hard to remember everyone" there was that slight frown again so then he said "You'll probably recognize me in my work clothes", still feeling bad for lying I just say "Yeah, probably. But either way you look really nice with them". Then he began to tell me how he used to always be shy around me because of not having all of his teeth. I don't remember what I responded to that. But the next day he actually asked me if I wanted his number. I wasn't expecting that from him. Thankfully, now that I'm dating someone I have a seemly nice way to reject them without them realized that I am not attracted. I didn't really think much about this until the other day when I was talking with a friend of mine and it just so happens he doesn't have all his front teeth either, and he was afraid the girl he likes (online dating) will not like him anyone once she finds out he is missing some of them. Of course, I told him the story of that guy, then I pretty much told him this; "If that's the reason they she won't like you your better off without her anyways... It's like with the customer from work, he assumed I wouldn't like him without the his teeth, once he got them he had a whole new confidence, but still it didn't make a difference to me that he had no teeth, plain and simple I don't like him like that. If someone is gonna like you something as little as your teeth shouldn't make a difference. They should like you for your personality, not just looks, now don't get me wrong, I fully believe you should be attracted to whomever your dating, but that shouldn't be the only factor, anyways, people can have teeth missing and still be attracting". Of course, I know what I said didn't help him at all, because I know what it's like to have no confidence because of a physical feature, it doesn't matter what anyone says until someone actually proves that they will like you even with whatever feature you don't like about yourself. Actually at one point in my life I convinced myself that a guy would never love me because of my dry skin, the logic I had sounds ridiculous to me now, but honestly, I would probably still think that if it wasn't for me holding hands with a guy and him not pulling his hand away or something. As far as I know, he didn't even think twice about it, or at least it didn't stop him from holding my hand again, all my worry was over absolutely nothing, nothing at all. Same as with my friend's worry about the girl he likes deciding she won't like him anymore because of his teeth, she didn't care. So really, nobody is gonna think twice about whatever feature your worried about, and if they do, they just aren't for you.
04-04-2014
The other day he came without his daughter, something looked different about him. He sounded different. Sure enough, I saw he now had front teeth. Right at that moment I realized what was different, he smiles and asks me "Notice anything different about me", I looked at him and lied (I still don't know why, I really shouldn't have), I replied "No, you look the same to me". I seen a slight frown in his face then he responded "Oh, I got new teeth" then he lifted his frown into a smiled, feeling kinda bad I had lied I just say "Well, I see a lot of people, its hard to remember everyone" there was that slight frown again so then he said "You'll probably recognize me in my work clothes", still feeling bad for lying I just say "Yeah, probably. But either way you look really nice with them". Then he began to tell me how he used to always be shy around me because of not having all of his teeth. I don't remember what I responded to that. But the next day he actually asked me if I wanted his number. I wasn't expecting that from him. Thankfully, now that I'm dating someone I have a seemly nice way to reject them without them realized that I am not attracted. I didn't really think much about this until the other day when I was talking with a friend of mine and it just so happens he doesn't have all his front teeth either, and he was afraid the girl he likes (online dating) will not like him anyone once she finds out he is missing some of them. Of course, I told him the story of that guy, then I pretty much told him this; "If that's the reason they she won't like you your better off without her anyways... It's like with the customer from work, he assumed I wouldn't like him without the his teeth, once he got them he had a whole new confidence, but still it didn't make a difference to me that he had no teeth, plain and simple I don't like him like that. If someone is gonna like you something as little as your teeth shouldn't make a difference. They should like you for your personality, not just looks, now don't get me wrong, I fully believe you should be attracted to whomever your dating, but that shouldn't be the only factor, anyways, people can have teeth missing and still be attracting". Of course, I know what I said didn't help him at all, because I know what it's like to have no confidence because of a physical feature, it doesn't matter what anyone says until someone actually proves that they will like you even with whatever feature you don't like about yourself. Actually at one point in my life I convinced myself that a guy would never love me because of my dry skin, the logic I had sounds ridiculous to me now, but honestly, I would probably still think that if it wasn't for me holding hands with a guy and him not pulling his hand away or something. As far as I know, he didn't even think twice about it, or at least it didn't stop him from holding my hand again, all my worry was over absolutely nothing, nothing at all. Same as with my friend's worry about the girl he likes deciding she won't like him anymore because of his teeth, she didn't care. So really, nobody is gonna think twice about whatever feature your worried about, and if they do, they just aren't for you.
04-04-2014
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