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I Need to Talk About Work Again…

Published November 21, 2013 by Laitie

Because with the holidays coming up, I think ya’ll should get to know a little about the life of the cashier you’re yelling at over the counter.

First, I’ll talk about the use (or non-use) of our phones. If you’re like me, you work full time, and you work days. Unlike you, I can’t get a hold of my doctor during the day. Oh, I can call him on my breaks? He’s not AVAILABLE whenever I need him to be. He has other patients. And some things just can’t wait for my next day off.

I have depression and we’re screwing around with my meds cuz they’re not working very well. I don’t want to be miserable every single day of my ten days of work in a row. Yes, ten days of work in a row. And I don’t think you want a miserable cashier cashing you out. So, how am I supposed to get a hold of my doctor to fix this problem? Exactly. I can’t. So, I’ma be miserable already.

The other thing in the forefront of my mind is waiting time. Take a moment and LOOK AT THE TRAFFIC inside and outside the stores/mall. Yeah. There’s a lotta people shopping right now. So don’t come up to me and complain about the waiting time when I’ve been working my ass off cashing out a million people before you.

Do NOT interrupt my pitches. It’s rude as fuck and I’m sick of people not even bothering to LISTEN to the fucking AWESOMENESS I’m offering. And actually LISTEN to what’s being offered. I can’t tell you how many times people have NOT listened to me and then yelled at me when they got something they didn’t want. Also, if you refuse everything, you’re screwing me over. So, thanks.

GET OFF THE PHONE!!!~ Important or not, you don’t see me on my phone when you come up, do you? No, you don’t. Because it’s rude as fuck to put yourself in a situation where you’re supposed to have a conversation with someone and you’re on the phone. YES, when you come up to the register, you’ve put yourself in a situation in which you’re supposed to have a conversation with the cashier.

Prices are not much of an issue. Signs get left out too late, but my store will then use the price on that sign for you. So, yeah.

Price matching is not often an issue, either. But jsyk, most stores will not price match something on Thanksgiving/Black Friday. It’s very rude to think that that would be expected.

I’m not your servant. Stop talking to me like one.

That’s all I can think of right now. If I think of more, I’ll post again. So, yeah. Happy Holidays!


About Covering Up

Published July 26, 2013 by Laitie

    I have nothing against modest people. I have nothing against people teaching their children to be modest. Although I do not agree with those religions enforcing modesty, I have nothing against those that follow those religions. What I have trouble with, is the covering up of children.
    Now, there’s nothing wrong with that in and of itself. The child wants to be covered up, the child can be covered up. The issue is what that says about what the religion/beliefs held by the parents says about men and women. At work one day, I saw two young girls–and I mean young girls. One was four and the other was two–all covered up from head to toe. It’s like, WHAT? What could possibly be sexually tantalizing about a young girl’s body? A baby’s body? Not only are the girls being denied expression and pride in themselves, it’s saying that all men are pedofiles.
    I dare to say that religions like this make people think it’s all about sex. The intention is the opposite, I know. But by covering up what you got, you’re magnifying the fact that you may got some good stuff that guys want. Now, the opposite does the same thing, too. Showing off too much also gives people the thought that it’s all about sex. I’m all for the happy medium. But anyway.
    Back to covering up children. What’s that teaching them? Covering up? It’s teaching them that thier bodies are offensive. That they’re not worthy of showing the world who they are. It’s teaching them that they’re not good enough.
    It’s teaching them that men and women are not equal. Men can wear whatever they want. Men can show thier skin. Women have to cover up everything possible. Women’s bodies are offensive. Men’s bodies aren’t. Women’s bodies make men uncomfortable. It’s all about the man. Making sure the man can handle himself. It’s about blaming women for men who can’t control themselves.
    And why are we covering babies? What’s so “offensive” about babies’ bodies? WHY do babies need to be covered up? Why? Why, why why? That’s all I want to know.

Obesity a Disease?

Published June 26, 2013 by Laitie

    Recently, a friend of mine made a very disturbing status on facebook. She said, “Obesity should not be considered a disease. People need to learn to get up off their lazy asses once in a damn while.” It really hurt my feelings, coming from a friend. And she apologized to me in a message, explaining that I was not fat, let alone obese, that she knew I ate healthy, and that her status was about other people. But, here’s the thing. I -am- fat. I -don’t- eat healthy. I make unhealthy decisions. So what she said really hurts.
    Now, it’s not that the entire status hurt. It’s true, obesity is not a disease in and of itself. Sometimes, it’s caused by diseases. What is actually offensive is what she said after that, and how it relates to obesity/overweight-ness. But she’s only in high school, and hasn’t learned as much about this kind of stuff as I have. So, this is a calm, educated response to her.
    Let’s start on the personal level, because this is my blog and I can start with the personal level if I want to. If you really don’t want to read this part, skip this one paragraph. I don’t eat healthy. I am very lazy. But that’s just the surface of why I’m fat. People say that you have to really wan to lose weight. Well, I have a condition that makes it ten times easier to gain weight and ten times harder to lose. So, I’ve already given up deep down. But I still tried a couple times. I tried the exercise thing. Rode three-five miles on my bike every day one summer. Didn’t lose a single pound. I tried the diet thing. I was always hungry. Food has always been my go-to. When I’m sad, when I’m lonely, when I’m bored, food is always there for me. So, I’ve basically completely given up, now. Why bother? The only time I ever lost weight was when I stopped eating. And I don’t want to stop eating again. I’m fat because I have a condition. And because I’ve lost all hope.
    Those aren’t the only reasons people in this country are overweight. It’s awful, really. People in this country don’t have much money to spare. They’re too busy buying stuff that advertisements tell them that they need to be happy. To be beautiful or handsome. To live. And all that stuff is expensive. There’s little left for healthy food. Yes, healthy food is expensive. It’s massively expensive. I can buy a burger at a fast food joint for a buck. I can make a burger at home without all that grease for five bucks. That’s five times more than the fast food joint. So, people buy the affordable, unhealthy stuff. Making those companies richer and encouraging them to keep doing what they’re doing.
    Now, let’s throw a sick person in there. This person now has no money to spend on food, because all their money is going to the medical agency.
    Food stamps. You only get so much. You can only afford so much.
    Throw in a couple kids. Need to feed them? Need to entertain them, too. And put them in daycare so you can work and actually afford anything to care for them. Working minimum wage? Ha! You’re fucked! Not a chance of a healthy diet.
    Some people are sick. Most people can’t afford a healthy diet. This society idolizes unhealthy lifestyles. From spending all sorts of money on this and that to eating unhealthy yet affordable food.
    I haven’t done much research on this topic, so if you have any more information, please leave a comment. Thank you so much for reading. Take care!

Cinnamon Loved the Snow

Published June 21, 2013 by Laitie

This is a piece I wrote in college about my dog that passed away my senior year of high school. He had been in my family since I was five years old. So, when he passed, it was hard. Especially for me.

I hate to toot my own horn, but as I was re-typing this from my hard-copy (there’s been two computers since I wrote this), I began to cry. I don’t know if it’s because I loved Cinnamon, my old dog, if it’s really that good a piece, or both. Let me know what you think? Enjoy.

Cinnamon Loved the Snow
Cinnamon loved the snow
All day he could lie
In the shadow of his tree
On a white winter day
The little flecks of sugar
Sweetened his fur
A white outline of
His ebonies, sables, and creams
He belonged there
Adding color to the clean canvas
Never moving
Always there
So he laid there forever
Watching, listening, loving
Until something greater than him
Called to take him away.
Sometimes on a white day,
Or a blue, or brown, or green,
Look outside the window
And you can see
How much he
Loved the snow
For he is there
In the shadow of his tree.

True Christianity

Published June 7, 2013 by Laitie

    I may not be the most devout Christian, nor the most skeptical atheist, but I witnessed something this morning that made my questioning mind be put at ease.
    I’m spending the weekend at my best friend’s house, because she lives four hours away from me. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other in over a year, and the first time I’ve had a chance to really get to know her family. Last night was my first night here. So I didn’t know what to expect when I came upstairs this morning.
    There at the kitchen table sat my friend’s mother, reading her Christian books and praying.
    I don’t know how I feel about Christianity. On the surface it’s a great religion, but there’s the little things about it and about religion itself that gives room for skepticism. We all know this. Many people spend their lives trying to disprove Christianity.
    But something about this devout woman spending her morning with her religion that just gave me an indescribable feeling of peace.
    People say religion gives people a reason to be kind an generous. And that’s wrong, because you should be kind and generous out of the kindness of your heart. But looking at this family, it’s quite obvious that that is not how they “use” their religion.
    Most of all, religion is used for hope. What are we without hope? Hope that the sick will heal. Hope that there is some place better for the dying to go to. Hope heals.
    The kindness that this family has shown me is not because it will help them get to heaven. You can tell genuine kindness, and this is it. They are kind to me because they have been brought up to love. Brought up believing that every human being is a brother or sister. They have been taught to love their brothers and sisters.
    I don’t know enough about other religions to make the following statement about them. But Christianity, more than anything, is about love and family.
    In the Christian’s mind, God is our Father. He knows what’s best for us, even if we don’t agree with him at the time. Sometimes, he even needs to discipline. Whether death is a form of discipline or not, however, is a debate I don’t want to get into right now.
    God does what is best for -you-. For example, the family I’m staying with had a friend from church come over to fix their dryer and he told me this story. When he was young, his father fell sick. He was in the hospital for five weeks. For four weeks, it was this man’s hope that his father was going to make it that kept him going. Then, he prepared himself and his family for his father’s passing. He said, “God did what was best for my father, not what was best for me.” Lots of times, our needs conflict. But Christians believe that God will never do something to you that you cannot handle.
    I don’t know how I feel about that statement. After everything I’ve been through, I fell into depression. I also have some really bad anxiety and the worst temper I’ve ever had before. I feel like this is all a sign of me not getting through. I need man-made medications just to get through the day. But at the same time, I’m having the time of my life at my best friend’s house right now. So, perhaps I can handle this. I don’t know.
    The main thing I wanted to say? This is how true Christians live: love your Father, love your mother, love your brothers and sisters. Trust in your family. They may let you down time and time again, but you have nothing without them. Have faith in your family, and in the end, they will come through for you.