Johnny J.

If this doesn't ignite your sense of outrage, nothing will: LA Deputies On Beating Johnnie Franklin Jones.

Who am I?

A few small riddles (redacted):

I am a dick. [bitch and moan, bitch and moan, etc.]

Who am I?


I am a prisoner of my red-headed friend. [bitch and moan, bitch and moan, etc.]

Who am I?


I am an Asperger's female. I am somewhat rare. The incidence of autism is females is one in 252; versus one in 80 for males. Nevertheless, we occur, and are in the population. [Here is the question of the day: If a person acts crazy, what is your obligation to satisfy/pacify them? Comments welcome--if you prefer, send me an email, and I will mask your identity.]

WAI?

Say a prayer

One of our own was in an auto accident last night. She's in ICU at an unknown hospital--please say a prayer for her.

HB!

Happy Birthday to the Cylon/tl;dr woman--she's an easy 45 years old. ;-)

Shazam

The Cylon/tl;dr woman lost it today. I was in the middle of my first sweep, and she said to me: you don't have to do it, someone just did it. I said: well, yes, I do, and, besides, it will only take me a couple of minutes to finish, anyway. 

When I finished, she said: you're off sweeps, and I thought: Shazam! I have to work hard at sweeps (particularly on a day when spills are rampant) and I would much rather not do them. Things went a lot easier (even though I had to fill in some of the stuff my replacement failed to do.)

So, I lucked out, and the moron helped me (even though it was not her intention, I'm sure.) ;-)

Me and Bobbie McGee

I wish she'd just ball me, and get it over with. ;-)


And, yes, I am speaking of the Cylon woman.

"I took an act-like-an-asshole pill before I came in..."

A young lady came in shortly before we closed looking for a particular brand and type of Mexican cookie. (I sent her to the correct aisle to look.)  A young man who was working Reset for SB, recently arrived for his shift, tried to help--he attempted to take on the role of judge-advocate for said customer, who, incidentally, needed no such help. I mean, if we do not carry the item you are looking for, what good does it do to re-state over and over again what you're looking for? We don't hide merchandise from customers--never, ever.

But the man who thought he was acting like such a stud made SB look bad. There was no way we could completely fill the customer's desire. Yet, he raised her expectations (unnecessarily, and I think she suspected that), and made me and my co-workers look silly. So, the person who took the pill I mention in the title did nothing to help SB or himself. We ended up looking like jerks thanks to him.

We tried (I looked all over the shelves for the particular brand of cookie; it turns out, we simply do not carry it), but the pill-taker?--just running in doing-nothing-useful mode. He spent zero time looking for the item on his own--just doing his asshole act (and, really well, I might add.)