Work adventures

Today at work a lady asked my coworker and I if we check out jewelry or does she have to check out at the jewelry counter. Yes we check out anything you want to pay for. I see she is wearing a necklace with the sales tag sticking up so I include the tagline, though we like you to take off your jewelry first. She passes my register and goes to my coworker behind me. Coworker asks her to remove her necklace so she can scan it. She is dumbfounded, she's not wearing a necklace. She feels her neckline and finds a necklace. She says to me, That's what you meant. My coworker removes it cause she can't unhook it. Now, she doesn't want to buy the necklace she had around her neck. Ok, fine, weirdo.

Tell coworker my adventures of going to Aunt's birthday, amusement park, and how while at amusement park my sister cleaned her house with birthday aunt. Birthday aunt is a neat freak, OCD neat frea,k so sister's house is Spic and Span clean. Further explain the OCD part with a tale of aunt once thought the street in front of her house was dirty. So she grabs her broom and sweeps it. And she could not figure out why her neighbors told her that she was weird. The street was dirty.

Had customers apply for the store credit card. One couple my coworker had, the wife wanted to apply to get the discount but the husband did not. So they had to argue and then husband had to argue every step to apply for the store card. Yes we do a credit check for that. The customer I had said she felt sorry for my coworker. It's a rare thing when a customer feels sorry for a sales clerk, most of time they love to vent their bad days at us.

Then we had a debate whether or not a dress reeked of cigarette smoke. A manager gave my coworker a dress to damage out cause it stunk of cigarettes. My coworker could not smell a thing so she gave it me. One whiff and Yes, it stinks of smoke. I had college roommates who smoked and that's what my clothes smelled like. I can tell she smokes or someone in her house smokes for her not to sense that.

Came home to change clothes, trick the cats into coming in the bedroom, trapped them in the room so I can get Precious into a carrier for his annual vet visit. Poor baby meows all the way there. He knows where we are going. Weighs 19 lbs. My god every year I try to make him loose weight and every year he gains a pound. Someday he's going be 30 lbs. Get another weight loss recommendation. I tell vet his tummy has shrunk, how can he heavier? It's all muscle, he says. Precious is silent on the way home. Come home and give cats treats. Frodo is still under the table hiding from me. He comes out after I take off my shoes and turn on the TV. I'm not going anywhere.