Dumb

I officially hate schedules, scheduling and people who take my spot in the class (rather, the spot I really, really wanted, but due to scheduling conflicts and the inability to make a change, I couldn't get). :(

Schedules

are quite possibly the most annoying thing ever. Hate them so much. I'm pretty sure I need one of those things Hermione had in The Prisoner of Azkaban.
I'm waiting on my Math Placement Exam score that was supposed to be posted yesterday so I can take either Precalc or Applied Math and Statistics 3 so that way I can get courses and stuff done for my major. I probably can't get into Precalc because that class is fuller than Jennifer Garner before she popped her second baby, and there are 100+ people trying to crash. AMS 3 is still open but I have a chem discussion on Friday during that time, and I can't switch out of it because all the other discussion sections are full. LAME.
I hate schedules. I hope they die.

Withdrawals

Not going to lie, one of the things I miss the most about high school is volleyball, both varsity & club. I miss having a team of girls who run around retardedly in spandex, talking about random things like wedgies & periods, slapping each others' asses, and grabbing each others' boobs. I miss the adrenaline rush of a perfect pass, digging a seemingly undiggable ball, acing a serve. I miss the feeling of diving on the floor, the perfect hit with an insane amount of top spin, a badass floater serve, being sore after a good game or tournament, stuff like that. So this quarter, I signed up for the advanced volleyball class, which "is open to students
interested in participation in the UCSC NCAA Women's Volleyball team.
It covers information and practice in all aspects of the competitive
volleyball season."
I had my first class today, and it felt so amazing to touch the ball. Of course, I'm incredibly rusty, but it all just felt so natural, except for maybe my swing, which is way off. I know that I will never lose my passing, since I can do that shit in my sleep. I can't even describe the way it felt to move volleyball-like on my feet, contorting my body to pass the ball, diving, etc. I am so excited for this class. I'm excited to be beastly again. Maybe.
Also, I've already made friends in this class, which is BALLIN'.

Another GREAT Day for Mail!

I got...
- Pantene Pro-V Smooth shampoo & conditioner
- a free Nature's Bounty tote bag & coupon for their vitamins
- a coupon for my free Dr. Pepper
- a card in Norwegian from my mom when she was in Norway talking about how the entire world is dumb without me. Not even kidding. This is what it says, according to Google Translate.
"all others are dumb
the sun is dumb
the trees are dumb
sommerfuglene (summer?) is dumb
the flowers are dumb
marihøna (bee?) is dumb
I'm dumb
without you is all just dumb
the spider is dumb
the birds are dumb
fence is dumb
cat is dumb
donkey is dumb
the world is dumb
this corner is dumb
hare is dumb
cow is dumb
I am even more dumb
love you

Whatver it means,
Love,
Mom from Norway"
- a card from my cousin in Virginia
- an Astroglide sample
- two Tempurpedic ads
- an ISV contract

Yay!!!

Retail Rants: Customers & Coworkers

• Today, a bitchy, old, rich lady came in. She yelled at me about not being able to find Clinique in our store. Hello? Clinique is only sold at department stores. Me trying to find Chanel at Goodwill is like you trying to find Clinique at Longs Drugs, except more extreme. Then she yelled at me to stop the conveyor belt because she wanted to put her notebook and purse down on it when there is a nice, smooth, flat, non-mooving counter one foot to her left. I don't control the moving, mechanical object. It's automated via sensor. It did not sense an object, so therefore it moved to bring an object for me to scan.
• I hate when people come in for a product we used to carry, and do not understand that we do not carry it anymore. If it's not on the shelf, it's not there. Don't ask me to check in the back because I will simply go back there, sit down, mess around on or with my phone for five to ten minutes and come back out and tell you that I could not find it.
• I do not understand why customers do not understand the concept of seasonal items. Gardening tools in the winter? Nobody has much of a chance of finding that at a drugstore right now, except places with gardening sections selling plants. Check Home Depot or Orchard Supply & Hardware, but not Longs. Halloween stuff during Christmas? Chances are, our last chance Halloween items are long gone. I guess you should have snatched them up when you had the chance TWO MONTHS ago.
• Yesterday, a customer came in and saw a Santa on clearance for $50, half off the original price. She tried to barter with J (see down below) about the price. J did not know what to do so she called for a manager, and I went over to Register One to see what was up. This is the lady's exact words: "I see you have that Santa on last chance for $50. How about I take it home for $25?" Really, lady? Really? Does this look like a flea market to you? We don't barter; we don't haggle. The price is firm, unless there is a price error or a coupon. You get it for $50. And J, did you really need to call a manager for that? You scan the UPC, the price comes up. That is what you charge them.
  
• I hate all the new Longs Drugs Saratoga employees. They are all annoying and incompetent. Example 1: D. D is the brother of someone I worked with over the summer who now goes to UCR. D is relentlessly annoying, semi-creepy, and fairly dumb. He's been there for several months, yet he still doesn't know how to do anything. Not to mention he tries to act better than me and hand his stocking tasks to me. Today, I was acting FMC (I don't know what that stands for but I do ad signs & price changes & stock counts and stuff.) and I needed to do a stock count of the Martinelli's Apple-Cranberry Juice he was moving from the front-ends to the back, so I asked him where he got them and stuff so I could get an accurate count. Then he tells me that Mark, our store manager, told him to fill the water wall, so I could go grab the Crystal Geyser water on sale and stock it for him. Really now? Then I rang up an alcohol sale for him so that way he wouldn't have to wait for a key with a line of five and growing people. Someone came in to start her shift at 10, so I left Register One to go on my break and give it back to him. He tried to stop me so I could ring him up for a Red Bull when he had customers in line. Example 2: M. M is one of the batshit insane, old people that every Longs Drugs seems to have. She's also been at Longs for several months, but after I left, of course. She's always on Register One because she is incompent and cannot do anything else. She doesn't even know how to page for things (second checkers, price checks, manager's key, mailing, etc.), nor does she know the concept of time. She'll page for someone, and then fifteen to thirty seconds later, page them again. Does she not realize that the store isn't exactly small, and there aren't that many people working, so sometimes it takes a minute or two for someone to appear? Keep paging, and someone will just not come. Also, her voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Example 3: J. J is also one of those batshit insane ladies. Except she is Asian to the max, and has breathing problems. I could go on and on about Jane because she is quite the character without meaning to be. She is also incompetent. She has difficulty answering the phone, paging for things, and in general, being a cashier. I know she means well, but she makes my easy job semi-difficult. She enters in too many digits for bills and wonders if she should really give them the change that the register displays. Seriously?
  

Crushing

I love exciting little Nekrogoblikon fanboys with things like "OMG, new drum tracks are awesome!" and leading them to believe that things have leaked on the internets... Only to crush them brutally by saying I heard it in a car with Tim.

(Just kidding, Tim!)

Drunk

is awesome.
I also got my little brother drunk tonight.
I'm going out now, nigga.