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So my weekend left something to be desired. Unfortunately. It all began on Friday with the familiar feeling of excitement I get when Mer is coming home for the weekend. I head home from school after psychology with a big smile on my face and get ready for her arrival. She usually gets in around 3 or 4 and I get to see her that night which is always wonderful.

Saturday I woke up and did nothing. I had work and would not be able to attend homecoming, like several of my fellow food bloggers here, despite being invited by Erik O. Mayer and Mer at one point or another. Instead I got to sit in and do homework until it was time for work to start. I rushed over and clocked in sure that just like the other Saturdays I have worked, that it would be busy all night until we closed. And I was right. We all ran around like fools putting things away that people refuse to put back themselves. It really infuriates me.

Now I can understand that if you bring something to the register, and the price was not the same as it was out on the floor and is instead something outrageous, THEN you should by all means say you do not want the item you selected. HOWEVER, if you look at something in one of the aisles, and take it off the shelf, how hard is it to just place it back on the rack where you found it instead of dropping it on the floor or hanging it on a completely different rack? That seems like more work to me, as I'm sure that when you do pick something up you do not tend to wander with it but instead are standing directly in front of where you found it.

We ran around the store for forty minutes after we closed fixing everything. I would say the majority of the damage was done by one woman in particular. I witnessed her causing the destruction as well. As I was putting a t-shirt away, I heard a clanging noise and peered over into the next aisle which contained jewelery. There I spotted a woman picking up one of every piece of jewelery, looking at it, and then without a second thought dropping it on the floor and moving on to the next one. She did this for every piece of jewelery. After this, already angry I went about my business and came across another t-shirt which needed to be put away. I mosied on over to the t-shirts again to see the racks were in complete disarray. In amazement of how that could possibly happen, I put my shirt back and tried to straighten up. Moments later I saw her. The same woman who had torn through jewelery was working her way on through the t-shirts. I stared at her with sheer confusion over how she could think that her actions were acceptable. She noticed me noticing her wreaking havoc and said simply,
"I know that it's a pain to re-fold these t-shirts but I just can't have anything from India, they have to be made in China."
I just nodded and didn't say a word. Fast forward two hours and it took five of us to fix the shelves. I told the rest of my fellow employees what I witnessed and one of them, Erica, checked the tags on many of the shirts, all of which said El-Salvador. India or China were never even an option. Needless to say we were all fuming.

I saw Mer that night for a few hours, not nearly as long as I would have liked to. Then I went to bed after she left and got ready for work in the morning. My Sunday open to close shift.

When I arrived in on sunday, ten minutes before the store opened, there was already a line forming outside. I don't know why these people wanted wicker baskets so badly or whatever the hell they were after but it was the busiest I've ever seen the store.

They put me on register for the entire day and no one was on the floor to put things away. We didn't even get to look at how bad the store was until after we closed for the night. While I was on register I wasn't exactly shouted at but some people did get angry that certain things couldn't be bought with their coupon. Even though it has always been a rule that you can't use a coupon with something that is already on sale. And I would be willing to bet that these people have always been coming to A.C. Moore and know this fact all too well. But the customer is always right eh? What a load of shit.

G, another employee, encountered more problems than I did. Some woman brought up a Thomas the Tank Engine toy and he rang it up. It came up a different price as it had been on the floor and she immediately FREAKED. OUT.
"Call your FUCKING manager!" she cried, and continued to call him stupid and shout other mean things at him. He paged the manager and it took him several minutes to get to the register, so the woman passed the time by cursing and shouting at G some more. Eventually he got fed up and said, "Could you please just show me some respect, I am trying to help you." which only made her more angry. Her husband by her side, proceeded to tell my manager that he should, "Fire this guy!"
I turned and showed G my fist, trying to say, "Stay strong." which he did. I'd say under the circumstances, he handled everything quite well. People need a wake up call to understand that we want to help you, but if you are going to be rude and insulting to all of these people, all of the time, then there won't be any to help you out. You can go whiddle your own thomas the tank engine out of drift wood for all I care. OR, you can enjoy the luxury of someone trying to help you out and get it for you.
6 o' clock we closed and got a look at the store. It was a disaster area. 70 minutes later the store was clean, but not before we came across the most foul, disgusting, unforgiveable thing any of us had ever encountered. Someone left a shit-filled diaper, in a shopping cart, in the middle of one of our aisles. I will repeat that so it sinks in. Someone left a SHIT-FILLED DIAPER, for US to clean up. Fuck you, whoever you are. You should be ashamed of yourself and your lack of respect for your fellow man.

I was supposed to see Mer that night before she left for school and help her take things back, but I wasn't able to, which just made me all the more angry about the day. I came home and read some of Moby Dick, which is truely a bizarre novel. But I like it so far. I went to bed around 12 after watching the weekend house marathon on USA. That always manages to cheer me up.

Today I awoke at 7:45 like any other Monday morning and headed off to school.

Breakfast: Nothing, it causes cancer.

After chemistry and Psychology were over I talked to Kate for a little while and then saw my friend Michelle from work, and talked to her for about two seconds before she had to go to class. Then I was headed for home. I stopped at Brothers Pizza as I do now once a week for some delicious pizza.

Lunch: Two slices of Buffalo chicken pizza, and a pepsi. Loves it.

I headed back to school for Bio at 3. Today's lecture was short and sweet. We were out of there by 4. I got home and finished some homework and then passed out. My weekend caught up with me and I slept for about an hour. I woke up not feeling any more rested than I had before. I read some more of Moby Dick and then headed out to the living room to get ready for the Phillies Game. My mom and sister are out at her softball practice, so I have to cook myself dinner again. A ritual I'm becoming quite used to. She promised me that she would cook me dinner for once tomorrow night. I will be the first time in nearly three weeks where I haven't had to make my own dinner. At least I know I'm self sufficient.

Dinner: Probably will end up being soup or something not filling.

Oh well, get your television sets ready everyone, the Phillies are on in less than an Hour.