“Take and Bake” is a thing, but the chains I know of that do Take-and-Bake only do that.

While it makes for a great BoC tale, this is a multiple-times-daily occurrence for a retail worker.

“Chips and dip(s)“ in our little world means a spread of various kinds of chips and various kinds of dips, as in,

Well, that is some ray of hope at least.

How does the FDIC factor into all of this, if at all?

CA—

http://gawker.com/new-song-that-…

So, I’m the person those comment cards go to now. My overriding point here is that you and Not-so-HotScot would be the easiest customers we have if we weren’t bearing the brunt of the contempt. (I say “we,” meaning the sales floor team, as I do still oddly consider myself front line, even though I haven’t been for a…

You don’t get it— I am “those who matter” now.

I am in corporate now, but I spent a great amount of years helping appreciative people. Originally got into the business out of a sincere desire to serve others (something you’d likely never even understand) but had my soul sucked away in increments by folks who could easily have stayed home and punched it into a…

People like you are the reason why working retail fucking sucks.

Heartstrings response: candies. Keep a few little cheap hard candies on you at all times to give away to doe-eyed (or worse, dead-eyed) kids.

From all of us who wish we could do that, THANK YOU!

Especially after watching idiocracy. I wonder if that’s why Mike Judge made that word mean what it did in that script...

Proudy.

THAT’S EPIC HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!

WHEW! Ok because I posted that thinking, oh gawd, it’s Friday afternoon, and I’m going to be the only one who thinks this is funny in a sea of singing crickets.

...A Møøse once bit my sister... No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies.

Oh... yes. You’ve got a great point.

I still have my mug from church camp, and the faded sharpie writing still reads “Lucky the Leprechaun” after 20 years. I wouldn’t be caught dead eating that stuff now, but back then, I smuggled it in my trunk!