I See Useless People

Here's the store where I shp for more than I need...I'm the poster child of capitalist greed...a consumer to my very core...At the register there's a useless person, wondering what am I bothering her for...
Going shopping these days, indeed doing anything where "customer service" is involved, increasingly feels like entering the land of the living dead. Where oh where do the stores find these people Is there no such thing as an Employee Manual anymore? The stores seem to be full of ex-crackheads and welfare moms who were forced to get jobs. They serve up their limited skills with plenty of attitude. The only power they have is when they're behind the counter and they have the "power" to ruin your day or destroy whatever exalted notions you had of importance in this world.
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me? ...
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don.t tell me there.s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
-- Pink Floyd, The Wall
I worked myself up into a frothy rage last night after doing a bit of shopping. I was in Rugged Warehouse. When the stores can't sell it in the malls, the merchandise ends up in RW. I've never seen anything in there for more than $20. ...Over the intercom someone shouted Shakeyla, your security guard's here. All the femaleworkers in the place moved to the front of the store and began a loud conversation with a male rent a cop who'd seen too many biscuits and barrbecue dinners. Actual Conversation:

Very Pregnant Cashier #1: (trying on sunglasses) "I'm uglyCashier #2: She kee sayin' dat
Cashier #3: She jes wann hear us tell her diff'rent
Guard: Can ya'll get me a job here
Cashier #1: He don't wanna work
Cashier #2: You be behind the counter all da time
Cashier #1: I'm ugly
Cashier #2: I gotta get outta dis place...too many females...I hate me workin wif so much females.

Now Hear This...I'm The Adult

Yesterday, while cruising Target, I heard a mother tell her dautghter, "If I want to put you in diapers, I will. You do not tell me what you will and will not wear." I wanted to give that woman a dozen roses!

I want every parent out there in bloggerland to memorize this mantra: I AM THE ADULT. When you've got it down cold (no wimping out now), go to your kids and say it like you mean it. I think too many adults have relinquished their roles as absolute dictator. Raising children is a not a protracted democratic process people. In case you haven't noticed, the kids are in control and out of control. It's really not their faults. Kids will be kids after all. They depend on the adults in their world to lead and guide them. Unfortunately, not much leadin' and guidin' is going on. Don't believe me? Ask any school teacher worth a dam and they will tell you. Better yet, go into any store. When kids are too young to leave home alone, parents these days drag them along for hours of shopping. Now hear this, shopping is not a sport and kids seldom if ever enjoy it. Parents are oblivious as thir kids run like midgets on speed all over the store. They use stores as some sort of communal babysitter while they shop. I for one am sick to death of dodging other people's children. I also cringe when I hear the blood curdling screams of a tired child and a cluless parent yell and curse at the child to shut up. Many parents seem to have forgotten that young children DO GET TIRED! and when they're tired, they usually get cranky. Simple solution: take them home! and next time get a babysitter for Chrissakes!