Sundays and Tuesdays…

both days for the slime to come out… I really shouldn’t complain… but the stress level from all of this is driving me nuts. The bookkeeper was here today and witness to some of the b.s. I get… I could tell it really annoyed her how I was talked to. I explained to her that it was a daily occurrence and I’ve just had to build a thicker skin and put up with it all. I guess the worst part is that it’s so petty. They think that they can nickel and dime me about nothing and I should just deal with it… it doesn’t bother me on an individual basis, but add it up and the big collection of shit that has now become a 3-ton ball really gets to me.

I’ve been having major stomach issues. I’m nauseous all the time and it’s been getting worse and worse… I know it’s stress… money issues, the shop… everything that I worry about… I want to ignore it… think positively and find a way to cure it myself. Mild food, liquid diet, something… I want to figure this out on my own, I don’t want a slew of tests that are invasive and embarrassing. Dark blood is involved and that would mean an ulcer.

currently, there are 2 elderly ladies in here complaining that they thought this shopping trip was going to be easy, they could run in and grab something and go… I just talked to them and they were more understanding than I give them credit for.

Here’s my rant for today after a series of mishaps (btw, I’m talking to myself and/or these theoretic customers… when I say “YOU”, I mean “ME” in item #1):

1. Charity or no charity, you aren’t getting that item for free. There are a million charities and churches out there and if they all got discounts, YOU would be the charity case. YOU are in business to make a living, not pay interest for the rest of your life. Screw them, you don’t need their business… I don’t give a you-know-what who you are… the pope could ask for a f-ing discount on a bath pouf and I wouldn’t do it. YOU need to feed YOUR family, screw them.
2. No soliciting. I will never buy from you, don’t try, don’t approach my customers, put the item away, you are wasting your time. If I want something, I go and look for it, besides, your items are crap and I can get them at a better price than that downtown. Why would I give you money and encourage you to come back? I will not give anyone who walks in that door unannounced a dime. Even announced, leave me alone. I go to the gift show like everyone else. This is the time I order, this is the time I budget for the year and I don’t need anything right now. You can mail me a catalog and I’ll keep it on file, but I only order twice a year and I’ll let YOU know.
3. This is not gymboree. Your kids are annoying me. Don’t let them play in the bathroom, or with the sand in the display… whatever. I will discipline them because someone has to, and it isn’t you. What are you going to tell your friends? “She yelled at my poopsie-kins!” Well, those friends probably know your kids are shits and will respect me even more!
4. You have to like the store and buy from it because you enjoy it here, not because I gave you advice on how to deal with your mother in law. The business will go NOWHERE if I HAVE to be here to relay my thoughts on your ex-husband’s cancer. We set things up pretty, you may or may not want something, but my speeches aren’t always included. Pay for a shrink, leave me out of it.
5. I can’t break a hundred dollar bill, sorry. I never have change and I’ve had a few bad ones so $100′s are a no-no. and traveler’s cheques? HELLNO. I’m not a victim, I’m not a target… I’m not scared of you, I don’t need your money. NO NO NO.
6. Honestly, practice saying “NO”. It will do wonders.
7. No consignment. None. zero. zilch. I don’t care if you are my missing twin sister, f the f off. (I do have exceptions… but the second it becomes an issue, done)
8. You don’t really need my help as you wander around shopping… do they do that at target?? “I need a gift, can you be my personal shopper?” I should call Nordstroms and ask about that. What is their policy?

The end.