Today I am 36 weeks and two days pregnant. Amazingly, the past few months have gone by quickly, though the last few weeks seem to be dragging. I am ready for baby to arrive. So, I was at least a little pleased when I visited the doctor today and they said I am 2 centermetres dilated and that baby is in a head-down position. But for those of you who have been pregnant before or just know a lot about pregnancy, you know that being 2 cm dilated means nothing. Doctors don't like to predict when we'll go into labor, mainly because they have no clue. Our bodies do their own thing.
So, when can we expect Little McGee? Sometime between today and after May 23, my due date. I get to "hurry up and wait." Since today is a beautiful day with no rain in sight, I plan to clean my car and install the car seat. Then I'm going to sit on the swing and enjoy a book I checked out of the library last night. I may get around to scrapbooking, too. Yesterday, I finished the photos from 2005 and added the baby shower to the baby book. But there's always more scrapbooking to be done. I still have wedding photos to get into the wedding album - I'm just about four years behind!
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Last night, Adam and I chatted before going to sleep about interesting people. I think we could both write a book about the interesting people we have met. I know that "it takes all kinds" to make the world, but some people just cause you to do a double take.
I've worked for a big box store for the past six months and I've encountered these poeple on a regular basis. I can tell a million stories, but I'll just narrow it down to a few. Last week, an elderly gentlman wanted to pay for his purchase with a credit card. It wasn't signed, so I asked for his ID. His response: "You need to see my ID like I need a hole in my head." After throwing numerous credit cards at me that were signed and then showing me every kind of ID that doesn't count, we finally got to his driver's license. While he was throwing his tantrum I was trying to explain that I was simply doing my job and that, if I wanted to be a complete jerk, I could have just declined his sale based on the fact that the card wasn't signed and therefore not a legal form of tender. The couple behind him blurted out that they hope they don't turn out to be like him when they get old. Me too.
Then there was a guy this week whose check was declined. Now, no matter who they are, when their check is declined, they always say they don't understand because they have enough money in the bank. Telling me this does no good. I can't change the fact that it was declined just by you giving me your word. Sorry. Well, this guy was weird to begin with. He was wearing rubber gloves to do his shopping. Anyway, he steps to the side to call the find out why his check is declined and gets frustrated and says what he'll do is go to the bank and get some money to pay for the items. He was holding smokes in his hand that would have been purchased in the transaction had he paid, so I reminded him to leave them there. I watched as he put them in one of the bags and then continued to help another customer. He came back for his stuff on my break and it was then that the person who was redoing the order noticed that the smokes were missing. She assumed I had put them back on the shelf, but he said that he had already smoked them. HELLO, you stole that package of smokes! And how did you sneak them when I watched you put them in the bag?
The lady who works at my doctor's office once told me I was full of poop because I held on to her credit card as she signed it. I have to treat her like any other customer.... sorry no favorites. And becasue I know you from somewhere else, doesn't mean I am sure you aren't a theif.
And there are more people too. Those who insist that items are on sale when they know they aren't. For example, do you really think a $80 comforter set would be marked down to $9.99? Probably not. That's a heck of a loss for any company. It's just not going to happen. There are old people who have to count out the EXACT amount of money because they hate to break at $20 bill for a sale of $19.95. There are old people who always make me laugh when they attempt to use the credit card machine by holding the side of the card with the magnetic strip between their thumb and finger and wonder why it won't work. And then there are the people that amaze me. Like the blind lady who can write a check or the elderly gentleman that knows his pin number and is very quick to put the transaction through. And then there are the people who wonder how their total got to be $11 and when you say, well the cough syrup was $5, the the drink was $1 and the shirt was $4, plus tax equals $11, they still can't figure it ou and you want to scream at them.
But if you asked me whether I love my job, I'd say yes. I enjoy meeting most of the people, seeing the regulars and getting paid to do mindless work. And I'm glad to world if full of colorful people. It would stink if we were all the same. I just wish we all had brains and managed to communicate at the same level once we hit adulthood.
"We are fearfully and wonderfully made."
I've worked for a big box store for the past six months and I've encountered these poeple on a regular basis. I can tell a million stories, but I'll just narrow it down to a few. Last week, an elderly gentlman wanted to pay for his purchase with a credit card. It wasn't signed, so I asked for his ID. His response: "You need to see my ID like I need a hole in my head." After throwing numerous credit cards at me that were signed and then showing me every kind of ID that doesn't count, we finally got to his driver's license. While he was throwing his tantrum I was trying to explain that I was simply doing my job and that, if I wanted to be a complete jerk, I could have just declined his sale based on the fact that the card wasn't signed and therefore not a legal form of tender. The couple behind him blurted out that they hope they don't turn out to be like him when they get old. Me too.
Then there was a guy this week whose check was declined. Now, no matter who they are, when their check is declined, they always say they don't understand because they have enough money in the bank. Telling me this does no good. I can't change the fact that it was declined just by you giving me your word. Sorry. Well, this guy was weird to begin with. He was wearing rubber gloves to do his shopping. Anyway, he steps to the side to call the find out why his check is declined and gets frustrated and says what he'll do is go to the bank and get some money to pay for the items. He was holding smokes in his hand that would have been purchased in the transaction had he paid, so I reminded him to leave them there. I watched as he put them in one of the bags and then continued to help another customer. He came back for his stuff on my break and it was then that the person who was redoing the order noticed that the smokes were missing. She assumed I had put them back on the shelf, but he said that he had already smoked them. HELLO, you stole that package of smokes! And how did you sneak them when I watched you put them in the bag?
The lady who works at my doctor's office once told me I was full of poop because I held on to her credit card as she signed it. I have to treat her like any other customer.... sorry no favorites. And becasue I know you from somewhere else, doesn't mean I am sure you aren't a theif.
And there are more people too. Those who insist that items are on sale when they know they aren't. For example, do you really think a $80 comforter set would be marked down to $9.99? Probably not. That's a heck of a loss for any company. It's just not going to happen. There are old people who have to count out the EXACT amount of money because they hate to break at $20 bill for a sale of $19.95. There are old people who always make me laugh when they attempt to use the credit card machine by holding the side of the card with the magnetic strip between their thumb and finger and wonder why it won't work. And then there are the people that amaze me. Like the blind lady who can write a check or the elderly gentleman that knows his pin number and is very quick to put the transaction through. And then there are the people who wonder how their total got to be $11 and when you say, well the cough syrup was $5, the the drink was $1 and the shirt was $4, plus tax equals $11, they still can't figure it ou and you want to scream at them.
But if you asked me whether I love my job, I'd say yes. I enjoy meeting most of the people, seeing the regulars and getting paid to do mindless work. And I'm glad to world if full of colorful people. It would stink if we were all the same. I just wish we all had brains and managed to communicate at the same level once we hit adulthood.
"We are fearfully and wonderfully made."
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