Unexpected produce rant.
Aug. 5th, 2003 10:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyWanna go to bed. I'm creaky, achey and sleepy. No clue why I'm insistent on staying up a little longer. I guess it just doesn't seem right that a grownup, who can go to bed whenever she chooses, would choose to be there before 10 pm. :)
Today was alright, though long. I'm still feeling bitter about the job, but not so depressed anymore. There were no stupid bitches pestering me about nectarines, which always makes my day just a little brighter. People really suck.
I was thinking today that I watch people make questionable choices all day long. For example, they come in, look through every cantaloupe we have and finally pick up the prettiest, firmest one we have. Then they come to the register and start talking about how they really hope it's ripe, usually mentioning that the last few they've bought at the grocery store haven't been. Just a little hint here, folks. If you want a ripe cantaloupe (and they're really not worth eating if they're not) then buy the ugly ones. Semi-soft spots are usually a perfectly good indication of a good cantaloupe! When they get very soft spots, we remove them from the shelf, of course.. and promptly eat them. I've had better cantaloupe this year than I can ever remember. And then there are the peach people. They squeeze ten different peaches before saying, "These are too hard. They're not ripe." This is usually in a condescending "your-produce-sucks" sort of tone, and then they walk off. Ummm.. if there's one thing I've learned in the last four months, it's that they WILL ripen. If they picked the peaches from the tree at their peak of softness, then they'd be a mass of goo before they made it to any store. Of course, if the peaches are soft, they complain about them being too ripe. And bananas! Everyone wishes they were greener, until you put out greener ones. I'm really beginning to lose my faith in the intelligence of humans at this job.
There's this one woman who comes in two or three times a week to buy tomatoes. She likes buying the reduced tomatoes--trays of about four pounds for $1.50. They have ugly places, soft spots, etc. Anyway, she gave us a lecture one day about how the other fruit market throws tomatoes better than those away. She then bought a tray. If we don't have any over there, she buys the ugliest, smallest, cheapest tomatoes she can find. She drives a Lincoln, of course. As it turns out, she hates tomatoes. Her husband, however, loves them on everything, so she buys him the crappiest stuff she can find. I couldn't believe she told me this. It didn't exactly make me think she was a nice person.
I really didn't mean to get into all this tonight. If I was going to ramble about it, I should have mentioned the lady who got me in trouble with my mother for refusing to agree with her outrageously offensive statement, the stupid bitch who made a huge fuss out of what amounted to 21 cents (yes, the nectarine lady), the broken scales, the rude old hag who bickered about how expensive things are (unless they're having a super sale, we're pretty much cheaper than every single grocery store in town), the ex-cop who thinks the lady who worked in the store to begin with should be in jail, the hateful old guy.. oh, crap, I really should follow up on the hateful old guy.
Hateful Old Guy (HOG.. my darling pet name for him) was the one who came in and griped on several occasions about how the place had went downhill since it changed owners. He really gave it to my mom and dad, literally telling them that they weren't doing a good job. I went into all that at the time, so I won't bother now. Looked briefly for a link, couldn't find one. Sorry. I theorized that he just missed Caroline, since he asked about her each time he came in. I mean, it's hardly our fault that she had a car wreck and refuses to come back to work. I have a real tendency to be overly honest, which I've been working on correcting. I knew that if I let myself slip, I would let my anger at this guy come out in full force, so I was extra friendly instead of bitchy, even though it cost me dearly. He's been a little less surly each time he comes in.. and last timem he was downright friendly, making jokes, complaining about the weather, etc. Apparently, I'm his friend now instead of Caroline. Whee. I feel so accepted now. *snicker*
Anyway. Guess it's time to go sleep for as many hours as I possibly can in preparation for my day off tomorrow. Really not in the mood to spend part of said day off at the chiropractor.. but that's a story for another day. Sleepy now. Night night.
Today was alright, though long. I'm still feeling bitter about the job, but not so depressed anymore. There were no stupid bitches pestering me about nectarines, which always makes my day just a little brighter. People really suck.
I was thinking today that I watch people make questionable choices all day long. For example, they come in, look through every cantaloupe we have and finally pick up the prettiest, firmest one we have. Then they come to the register and start talking about how they really hope it's ripe, usually mentioning that the last few they've bought at the grocery store haven't been. Just a little hint here, folks. If you want a ripe cantaloupe (and they're really not worth eating if they're not) then buy the ugly ones. Semi-soft spots are usually a perfectly good indication of a good cantaloupe! When they get very soft spots, we remove them from the shelf, of course.. and promptly eat them. I've had better cantaloupe this year than I can ever remember. And then there are the peach people. They squeeze ten different peaches before saying, "These are too hard. They're not ripe." This is usually in a condescending "your-produce-sucks" sort of tone, and then they walk off. Ummm.. if there's one thing I've learned in the last four months, it's that they WILL ripen. If they picked the peaches from the tree at their peak of softness, then they'd be a mass of goo before they made it to any store. Of course, if the peaches are soft, they complain about them being too ripe. And bananas! Everyone wishes they were greener, until you put out greener ones. I'm really beginning to lose my faith in the intelligence of humans at this job.
There's this one woman who comes in two or three times a week to buy tomatoes. She likes buying the reduced tomatoes--trays of about four pounds for $1.50. They have ugly places, soft spots, etc. Anyway, she gave us a lecture one day about how the other fruit market throws tomatoes better than those away. She then bought a tray. If we don't have any over there, she buys the ugliest, smallest, cheapest tomatoes she can find. She drives a Lincoln, of course. As it turns out, she hates tomatoes. Her husband, however, loves them on everything, so she buys him the crappiest stuff she can find. I couldn't believe she told me this. It didn't exactly make me think she was a nice person.
I really didn't mean to get into all this tonight. If I was going to ramble about it, I should have mentioned the lady who got me in trouble with my mother for refusing to agree with her outrageously offensive statement, the stupid bitch who made a huge fuss out of what amounted to 21 cents (yes, the nectarine lady), the broken scales, the rude old hag who bickered about how expensive things are (unless they're having a super sale, we're pretty much cheaper than every single grocery store in town), the ex-cop who thinks the lady who worked in the store to begin with should be in jail, the hateful old guy.. oh, crap, I really should follow up on the hateful old guy.
Hateful Old Guy (HOG.. my darling pet name for him) was the one who came in and griped on several occasions about how the place had went downhill since it changed owners. He really gave it to my mom and dad, literally telling them that they weren't doing a good job. I went into all that at the time, so I won't bother now. Looked briefly for a link, couldn't find one. Sorry. I theorized that he just missed Caroline, since he asked about her each time he came in. I mean, it's hardly our fault that she had a car wreck and refuses to come back to work. I have a real tendency to be overly honest, which I've been working on correcting. I knew that if I let myself slip, I would let my anger at this guy come out in full force, so I was extra friendly instead of bitchy, even though it cost me dearly. He's been a little less surly each time he comes in.. and last timem he was downright friendly, making jokes, complaining about the weather, etc. Apparently, I'm his friend now instead of Caroline. Whee. I feel so accepted now. *snicker*
Anyway. Guess it's time to go sleep for as many hours as I possibly can in preparation for my day off tomorrow. Really not in the mood to spend part of said day off at the chiropractor.. but that's a story for another day. Sleepy now. Night night.
