*Yawn*
Up since 5:30, been helping my parents pack up the bookstore for our eventual move. Ugh.
-D: You got up at 6 every day for school, why are you--
*glare*
-D: *annoyed* I'm not responsible for your sleep deprivation.-
I know, sowwy. I'm just grumpy. Methinks I need BTTF dosage. I also didn't get to play my Simmies.
Something interesting happened yesterday, though. I played James Magibud -- and his very first visitors were Jennifer and Marty! He chatted with them a while, let them watch TV with him, allowed Marty to use the toilet and sent them on their way. He's got a job as a dog walker right now, and has made a friend of Mama Hick. He tried to get Marie to come over to be LoveStruck, but her psychic advisor forbade her to leave the house. *shrug* Another time.
Now, it's -- COMPLAIN ABOUT IDIOT CUSTOMERS TIME! *cheers*
We had a couple of them in today while we were packing up the store. One guy came in with some books from outside, which are now three for a dollar. He's all excited, because he got a He-Man book. He starts right in by saying how cool He-Man was to me. Buddy, I don't freaking care. I did the sale, and as I'm looking for a pad that doesn't have writing on it, he picks up our fairly antique but slightly ratty photo albums. (Conversations are paraphrased)
He-Man!: Man, people didn't like smiling back then.-
Mom: Well, back then, people had to sit and wait for hours to have their picture taken. Plus smiling wasn't very fashionable.
He-Man! agrees with this, keeps looking through our 35-buck album.
He-Man!: Hey, is that Abraham Lincoln?-
-D: *blinku*-
-M: Oh jesus-
Yes, he asked if we had Abe Lincoln in our photo album. *rolls eyes* Wouldn't be 35 bucks then, would it?
Mom told him no, but He-Man! seemed pretty impressed by them. He kept telling us that we should take them to an antiques dealer and get 100 for the two of them, blah blah blah. Keep in mind, he's spending a dollar. For a dollar, I don't want to hear that. If he likes them, why doesn't he BUY them?
The second one really seemed to be a me problem. Dad had assigned me to general fiction paperbacks to pack up. No problem, I get started right away. Then a family comes in, with their young daughter -- dunno her age, maybe she's about ten or so. They wander around the front while I pack, then the daughter finds me:
Kid: Where's your children's books?
Me: Already packed up. (We've packed up half the store
The girl laments this, then asks me what section we're in. I tell her general fiction, wishing she'd go away so I could keep packing. But she doesn't. She just stays there, asking questions and making random observations, while I try to ignore her. She asks what's happening, I tell her we're moving out of state. She goes "Oh no, I really liked this store." She asks about medical. That's also packed up, and I tell her so. So far, she's just a bit annoying, and she finally wanders off.
Then she's back again -- this time with the information we're moving to Florida.
Kid: You're moving to Florida?
Me: Yup.
Kid: But there's a lot of hurricanes down there.
No shit, Sherlock. We've been watching The Weather Channel faithfully
Me: *nod*
Kid: Do you think a hurricane could blow over a brick wall?
What?
Me: *puzzled*
Kid: This is a lot of books. You're in for a long night.
I'm not working all night, but thanks for the comment.
Me: *grunt*
Kid: Want me to help?
Me: No, that's okay, I've got it--
Kid ignores me and starts pulling books off the shelves to look at and getting on and off my step-stool. I'm a little pissed by this point. She gives the books to me, I take them, and repeat I can handle this on my own. She hangs around for a little while, then goes off. She returns with a book.
Kid: How much is this?
Me: It should be priced on the inside. *opens it up and shows her*
Kid: Is that 05?
Me: *puzzled* No, it's a five.
Kid: So it's--
Me: *good lord* Five dollars, kid.
Kid: Oh.
She leaves, presumably to put the book back, then returns and picks up a paperback pricing guide.
Kid: What's this?
Me: A paperback pricing guide. (It says this in rather large letters across the front too) I don't think you want that.
Kid: *flips through it anyway* I thought because it had this stuff on the outside-- *shows me the covers, which are comic-like* But there's no pictures inside.
That's because, like I just TOLD YOU, and like it SAYS on the COVER, it's a paperback pricing guide!
Me: It has prices inside.
Kid: *just looks blank* Where do I put this?
*headdesk* She'd grabbed it a few seconds ago from a bookshelf right behind her. I took the book and put it back right in the place she'd gotten it from.
Kid: Do you have a watch?
Yup, I do. In fact, I have two -- my OUTATIME one, which needs a battery, and my silver one, which is working.
Me: Yeah, it's 10 after 5.
Kid: What?
What?? Didn't you get that?
Me: It's ten after 5 o'clock.
Kid: *still not getting it, trying to see my watch*
Me: *trying again* It's ten minutes after 5.
Kid: Oh! Because we have to go to a movie at 6 -- 5:59 really. *climbs onto my step-stool again* Is it 5:59 yet?
WHAT THE HELL? Not five seconds have passed since I told her the time.
Me: No.-
Kid: Oh.-
She wanders off, thankfully, letting me do my job. Then she comes back.
Kid: We're leaving now.
Me: Okay.
Kid: What time is it?
Me: 15 after 5. Quarter past five.
Kid: *tries to look at my watch, takes my wrist*
Me: *mental roll-eye, lets her look*
Kid: *to self* 1,2,3 *to me* 15 after 5.
Me: Right. Like I just told you kid. Trust the nice teenager with the watches.
Kid: *going to leave* So are you going to move today or tomorrow?-
YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. This is the same kid who has commented twice on how many books we have and how long it'll take to move them.
Me: *by now vowing to join![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
customers_suck* NO, it'll take a few weeks.
And the kid finally leaves.
-D: *sigh* The sectiong with the watches reminds me of all the lame jokes I heard in Hill Valley about "having the time.-
*patpat* I know, that was mostly small potatoes, but I'm tired and cranky, and this kid just gave off an air of stupidity. *sigh*
Sims 2 officially came out today. I've been hearing some very nice things about it. *shrug* Everyone who's bought it, have fun!
-D: You got up at 6 every day for school, why are you--
*glare*
-D: *annoyed* I'm not responsible for your sleep deprivation.-
I know, sowwy. I'm just grumpy. Methinks I need BTTF dosage. I also didn't get to play my Simmies.
Something interesting happened yesterday, though. I played James Magibud -- and his very first visitors were Jennifer and Marty! He chatted with them a while, let them watch TV with him, allowed Marty to use the toilet and sent them on their way. He's got a job as a dog walker right now, and has made a friend of Mama Hick. He tried to get Marie to come over to be LoveStruck, but her psychic advisor forbade her to leave the house. *shrug* Another time.
Now, it's -- COMPLAIN ABOUT IDIOT CUSTOMERS TIME! *cheers*
We had a couple of them in today while we were packing up the store. One guy came in with some books from outside, which are now three for a dollar. He's all excited, because he got a He-Man book. He starts right in by saying how cool He-Man was to me. Buddy, I don't freaking care. I did the sale, and as I'm looking for a pad that doesn't have writing on it, he picks up our fairly antique but slightly ratty photo albums. (Conversations are paraphrased)
He-Man!: Man, people didn't like smiling back then.-
Mom: Well, back then, people had to sit and wait for hours to have their picture taken. Plus smiling wasn't very fashionable.
He-Man! agrees with this, keeps looking through our 35-buck album.
He-Man!: Hey, is that Abraham Lincoln?-
-D: *blinku*-
-M: Oh jesus-
Yes, he asked if we had Abe Lincoln in our photo album. *rolls eyes* Wouldn't be 35 bucks then, would it?
Mom told him no, but He-Man! seemed pretty impressed by them. He kept telling us that we should take them to an antiques dealer and get 100 for the two of them, blah blah blah. Keep in mind, he's spending a dollar. For a dollar, I don't want to hear that. If he likes them, why doesn't he BUY them?
The second one really seemed to be a me problem. Dad had assigned me to general fiction paperbacks to pack up. No problem, I get started right away. Then a family comes in, with their young daughter -- dunno her age, maybe she's about ten or so. They wander around the front while I pack, then the daughter finds me:
Kid: Where's your children's books?
Me: Already packed up. (We've packed up half the store
The girl laments this, then asks me what section we're in. I tell her general fiction, wishing she'd go away so I could keep packing. But she doesn't. She just stays there, asking questions and making random observations, while I try to ignore her. She asks what's happening, I tell her we're moving out of state. She goes "Oh no, I really liked this store." She asks about medical. That's also packed up, and I tell her so. So far, she's just a bit annoying, and she finally wanders off.
Then she's back again -- this time with the information we're moving to Florida.
Kid: You're moving to Florida?
Me: Yup.
Kid: But there's a lot of hurricanes down there.
No shit, Sherlock. We've been watching The Weather Channel faithfully
Me: *nod*
Kid: Do you think a hurricane could blow over a brick wall?
What?
Me: *puzzled*
Kid: This is a lot of books. You're in for a long night.
I'm not working all night, but thanks for the comment.
Me: *grunt*
Kid: Want me to help?
Me: No, that's okay, I've got it--
Kid ignores me and starts pulling books off the shelves to look at and getting on and off my step-stool. I'm a little pissed by this point. She gives the books to me, I take them, and repeat I can handle this on my own. She hangs around for a little while, then goes off. She returns with a book.
Kid: How much is this?
Me: It should be priced on the inside. *opens it up and shows her*
Kid: Is that 05?
Me: *puzzled* No, it's a five.
Kid: So it's--
Me: *good lord* Five dollars, kid.
Kid: Oh.
She leaves, presumably to put the book back, then returns and picks up a paperback pricing guide.
Kid: What's this?
Me: A paperback pricing guide. (It says this in rather large letters across the front too) I don't think you want that.
Kid: *flips through it anyway* I thought because it had this stuff on the outside-- *shows me the covers, which are comic-like* But there's no pictures inside.
That's because, like I just TOLD YOU, and like it SAYS on the COVER, it's a paperback pricing guide!
Me: It has prices inside.
Kid: *just looks blank* Where do I put this?
*headdesk* She'd grabbed it a few seconds ago from a bookshelf right behind her. I took the book and put it back right in the place she'd gotten it from.
Kid: Do you have a watch?
Yup, I do. In fact, I have two -- my OUTATIME one, which needs a battery, and my silver one, which is working.
Me: Yeah, it's 10 after 5.
Kid: What?
What?? Didn't you get that?
Me: It's ten after 5 o'clock.
Kid: *still not getting it, trying to see my watch*
Me: *trying again* It's ten minutes after 5.
Kid: Oh! Because we have to go to a movie at 6 -- 5:59 really. *climbs onto my step-stool again* Is it 5:59 yet?
WHAT THE HELL? Not five seconds have passed since I told her the time.
Me: No.-
Kid: Oh.-
She wanders off, thankfully, letting me do my job. Then she comes back.
Kid: We're leaving now.
Me: Okay.
Kid: What time is it?
Me: 15 after 5. Quarter past five.
Kid: *tries to look at my watch, takes my wrist*
Me: *mental roll-eye, lets her look*
Kid: *to self* 1,2,3 *to me* 15 after 5.
Me: Right. Like I just told you kid. Trust the nice teenager with the watches.
Kid: *going to leave* So are you going to move today or tomorrow?-
YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. This is the same kid who has commented twice on how many books we have and how long it'll take to move them.
Me: *by now vowing to join
customers_suck* NO, it'll take a few weeks.And the kid finally leaves.
-D: *sigh* The sectiong with the watches reminds me of all the lame jokes I heard in Hill Valley about "having the time.-
*patpat* I know, that was mostly small potatoes, but I'm tired and cranky, and this kid just gave off an air of stupidity. *sigh*
Sims 2 officially came out today. I've been hearing some very nice things about it. *shrug* Everyone who's bought it, have fun!