Knock on Wood

I don’t want to get excited or anything but hey I am going on week two of being pain free.
I mean there are twinges but nothing at like the 24/7 pain that I lived with from Mid-Dec right on up to two weeks ago.
And it really really has affected my life.
So knock on wood that this no pain is a sign that going forward things are going to head back into the normal range.
Does anyone else knock on their head when they say knock on wood but there is no near wood?
Or is it just a weird thing my family does?
I find it hard to believe but stranger things have happened.
I am moving at my normal warp speed again.
I do not move slowly.
I am incapable of it.
When I have to slow down to walk with a customer I would be better off either holding onto their cart so I maintain their slow slow turtle pace or get down on my knees.
That will slow me down somewhat I am thinking.
Yesterday I made another realization.
The tingling in my right arm when I would bend from the waist to pick something up or putting stock out has disappeared.
I had bent over to pull the fire stick (do not get me started) plug out so the remote would work and when I stood back up I realized no tingling sensation.
Wohoo for that one.
Also yesterday I felt like I was on a yo-yo.
Beginning today we begin to wear black tee shirts.
We are a proud sponsor of the Canadian Olympic Team.
How super cool is that?
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So we have displays that need to be put up around the store.
And I had been asked to help in between orders.
I pulled my first two orders and went to help.
Built a few of the displays and said never again.
I don’t care how nice they ask me I do not do decorating.
You know what I do do though?  (he he he he )
I have an eye and can place things.
So in between being paged to the front and running to check orders and helping out in the till I would pop back see what they had done direct a few changes and run off again because I was being paged.
I wonder today I am going to try to keep track of how many times I am paged.
I am thinking that being Jay takes a special amount of patience.
I get paged to customer service.
Talk to the customer and I am going off to check on the product.
As I am walking back I get paged to customer service again.
So I pulled out my phone called the person who had paged me for the second time in under three minutes for the same person and told them I was helping the customer.
Later I went up to check for orders told them I would be back as soon as I printed my order.
This is not click and print.
This is open Explorer.
Click on Favorites and scroll down to my link.
Click.
Wait.
Sign In.
Wait.
Orders.
Open up and damn someone else copied and pasted…..
Shrink window.
Open file on desk I need.
Open 2nd file.
Open third file.
Copy.
Close.
Close.
Reopen window.
Open order.
Paste info in for cc.
Everything is now there and I can print.
Print.
Close out.
Grab order from the printer in Manager’s office.
Back down I go.
I am literally rounding the corner when I am paged by the same individual that I had told I was going to go and print the order off.
Did I mention I have to walk to the back of the store and up a flight and a half stairs.
As I went around the corner of her divider I hissed that it was no easy feat to print order off.
At one point I had just gotten upstairs when I was paged.
Rather irritably I snapped I am not coming down.
No way jose.
The two people in the office laughed as I stood up and headed back downstairs.
Some days it feels like all I hear is my name overhead.
And contrary to popular belief having people scream your name over and over is not as wonderful as they make it look in the movies.
And no one is giving me any adulation when I appear to assist.
No camera lights flashing.
Ah well I suppose that just means I am only a star in my own mind.
Have a great day people!
Smile and laugh so much easier than anger and fretting.
But who am I to give advice?
Just be You!
More advice but the best ever in my opinion.
©May 6/21
Pictures are my own

I Don’t Know?

Before reading grab yourself a drink. It is long one today. Well longer than some have been of late. 🙂
I am totally not sure what to write about.
Several things happened yesterday that made things right.
I am passive aggressive.
I totally admit and own it.
And I am good at it too.
Not bragging I mean it is not anything to be proud of but every so often to get a point across I turn it on.
Two of my co-workers who I almost told to fuck off knew I was annoyed with them yesterday.
One went out of his way to avoid me because he knew.
The other one kept trying to talk to me.
Joke with me.
I just looked at him and barely replied.
I was passed being mad yesterday with them.
This is who they are and I have to accept it.
Then my first delivery arrives for pick up at 10 a.m.
I go barrelling out the door and nearly rammed into a truck parked there.
That is right there was a line of trucks going from my door down to passed the door they actually were working in and than there was my customer.
I was so ticked off not that I had to walk but this was an inconvenience for my customer.
Also with regards to the truck if I had hit it c’est la vie.
They had been talked to.
They knew that I use this door.
Your ignorance does not warrant my care.
My customer gets out of his vehicle to talk to me as I loaded his groceries.
Usually his wife picks up but for the 2nd week in row she has been under the weather.
They are not certain what is up.
She feels good and than not so good.
I sent along her favorite triple chocolate cookies and a get well note.
He tried to tip me.
I said no thank you.
He tried again saying that I was doing so much for them.
I smiled and said thank you.
When I went inside I decided that I was going to change my large dolly for a smaller one.
The tall one was a little unwieldy for me through the aisles with all the people.
Yesterday was 10% Tuesday Customer Appreciation Day.
1st Tuesday of every month.
I walked to where the carts were and passed three boxes of oranges on the floor.
My co-worker came up and I asked if I could swap carts.
He said sure.
Me: OMG I am so sorry. Good morning. How are you this morning? Here I am just barging on through.
CW: Actually even though my oranges are on the floor I feel pretty great.
Me (lighting up): Thank you. You totally made me feel better.
He is someone who usually looks at things a little negatively when they do not go well.
Everyone knows my feelings on masks.
However there are also exemptions.
Shopping down aisle 3.
Customer coming towards me is maskless but I recognize her.
The first day it became mandatory to wear masks she came into the store.
I stopped her and reminded her about the mask policy and she said she was exempt.
Her back was up.
I smiled and said no worries have a great day.
A customer behind me passes and stops.
C1: You don’t have to wear a mask?
C2: No I do not.
C1: Why not?
C2: That is none of your business.
C1 (walking away): Because you think you are better than the rest of us.
I was appalled and spent a few minutes talking with her.
She is a dedicated shopper and I suggested to her what another customer had done-getting a button made up to wear saying I am exempt.
99% of people are good to her she told me it is the 1%.
Customer: Had I parked sideways in a parking spot he is the type of person who come over and complain to me. I have thicker skin than that.
Never thought about it that way.
And last but not least I was so excited to receive a specific order yesterday.
I wrote how I was losing one of my customers.
They were moving to the city and I had misunderstood I suppose about which week was their last week.
There had been no order last week and I was sad.
I had wanted to say thank you for being a dedicated curbside shopper.
Yesterday there was an order.
I was able to get coconut macaroons for her and a deep chocolate brownie slice for him.
And a little note to say thank you.
Yesterday I learned some lessons.
In that people are good and kind.
As customer #2 said: Good people are always good people. 
That I can act childishly at times.
Annoyed.
But at the end of the day I laid my head down and slept the sleep of a woman who had put in a good hard day.
And dreamed about one of y’all having these wicked watering cans that I so wanted.
I do not know who it was.
I do not know what was so great about your watering can.
But I will find you and your cans and they shall be mine!
Mwahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
©May 5/21
Picture is my own. .