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I really didn't want to take a picture today. I really didn't want to have to write a story. What started off to be an optimistic day turned drastically into the worst day I've ever had to pull through.
Work is getting to me. I can no longer handle peoples shenangians. I'm growing tired of it more and more each day. Every day that I'm there it is slowly becoming worse; not just the store, but the people.
Right as I walked into work today, and went to my station, this lady walked up to me and said, "I have a problem." I asked her what was wrong, and she said that she was worried that her blood pressure was dropping and that she couldn't breathe. I asked her if she wanted to take a seat to catch her breath. She suddenly started to yell at the top of her lungs, screaming at me and the security guard who was there. "SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASEEEEEE! HELP ME HELP ME!" Stunned, I looked over at my manager and told him call the ambulance. I asked her, "Do you want us to call the ambulance?" She screamed, "YES! HELP! I NEED HELP!" Being the good actress that she is, she fell to the floor and started rolling on the ground. Here I am, trying to help other customers while trying to attend to her, but she wouldn't shut up. She kept yelling and yelling. I asked her if she wanted water and she says, "YES! GIVE ME WATER! I NEED WATER RIGHT NOW!"
This girl from another department ran to go get her a cup of water and all the while she kept screaming for somebody to get her water. At this point, everyone in the store is looking at me and obviously, watching the situation. I turned around to her to tell her to calm down and that somebody was going to get her some water, and at that point she grabbed my arm, latched onto it like a fucking newborn and pulled me towards her and started screaming in my face.
Some lady saw what was happening and ran over with a bottle of water. She quickly opened it up and started to pour it all over herself and drink it incredibly fast.
At this point, I'm completely taken at back. I was shook up to say the least. I didn't know if she was going to start throwing punches or whatever else. I've never had a customer touch me like that, and I didn't like at all. I could tell she was faking it because she kept saying that she had a shortness of breath, yet she kept yelling and screaming. If you're out of breath, do you think you're going to waste that energy screaming like a mad woman? If you're out of breath are you going fall on the floor and jump up instantaneously? No. If you were out of breath, you wouldn't be able to speak let alone yell as loud as you can.
The paramedics arrived shortly after she basically assaulted me with a gurney ready to go. Once they came, she says, "Oh, I'm fine. I think I just needed some water. I'm okay now."
WHAT?! Lady, you were just freaking out nearly seconds ago, and now you're fine? Because you drank some water? You weren't dehydrated, you weren't short of breath, you were looking to get away with something. These EMTs have lives to save, and you fucking sit there and waste their time by making up some bullshit story to get attention?
No one really knows what she was trying to pull. The security guard thought it was all a diversion from the moment she came in (what helps was that he was in the medical business for 15 years and knew that it was all an act.) So because of that, he made sure to have somebody go to the front of the store to check the doors to make sure somebody wasn't able to just walk out with a cart full of stuff. His other theory was that it was either a bet or a cry for attention.
The EMTs were pissed as hale because here they just wasted their time when they could've been helping someone else who really needed it. They eventually took her outside and questioned her because they thought her behavior was highly suspicious. I really don't know what happened after that, but she should've went to jail for pulling a stunt like that.
To make matters worse, it was the Superbowl. And what does that mean? Everyone gets drunk out of their minds! Wahoo. So, I had the displeasure of dealing with a bunch of drunks who were trying to purchase more liquor. I turned down this one customer because he had a Polish ID, which we are NOT allowed to take. His friend said he had a passport, which we DO accept. He ran off to get his passport and his friend (who had the invalid ID) handed him over the money, which is a big no-no. I declined his payment. Our rule is that if you are paying for the liquor, you need to have your ID with you. You cannot take money from someone else and pass it off at your own money, especially when they have an invalid ID. So this guy starts to get rowdy. He's cursing at me, calling me names, and raising his voice at me. I called security down, again, and they asked him to leave the store. 5 minutes later, he comes BACK and goes into a different lane to purchase the liquor. Th
Leaving a trail of destruction behind her even though her current affirmation is "happy happy joy joy" 129/365
I cheated with this picture, but I'm too lazy and tired and achy to take one today. Writing is halved today into what I've done, (driving!), & then like an explanation thing.
BUT today I had my first official driving license today. My Mom took me for lunch in Oswestry first, at Pickles. I was tired & grouchy so my conversational skills were limited unfortunately. She asked me about what books I was reading, but I haven't started anything new lately, & really I just wanted to lie down & complain about my back. I was grasping around for conversational topics, & told her about this long message I wrote to someone last night, explaining why we'd stopped being friends over the last 2 years. I'll write about that in a moment. But she understood, and knew all the reasons, so I think she was glad I'd finally got around to telling her why everything happened the way it did.
Then I went to meet my driving instructor. His name is Mr Pymm and he never advertises - he just goes by word of mouth. I found out through Emma. We drove to some little back road and switched seats & just went through all the basics - I was slightly annoyed when I could hear the surprise in his voice when I was able to tell him about the workings of a car. So then I just drove up and down a road, and noted rather sourly how surprised he was when he told me I had good clutch control. The most annoying thing was I kept switching into 5th gear when I meant to move into 3rd.
So then I went and met my Mom at the gym and we got to the car, and as I opened the car door the whole car groaned horribly. Then the same thing happened on my Mom's side. As I got in I asked what was wrong with it, & she said it had started earlier but she wasn't sure why. I mentioned that she probably hadn't put the handbrake down hard enough & she just dismissed that, but then a few moments later she tested the handbrake & I was right! Hah. =p
We drove into the college off the main roads & she pulled over & told me I could drive the rest of the way home. Mrs Allen, the Green Team & EAL teacher saw me and stopped to watch me drive past. No pressure then. I was so scared I was going to hit her. But it was all fine until I just turned to pull into our drive, at which my Mom threw up her hands & started screaming "CATS! YOU'RE GOING TO HIT THE CATS! CATS!" This surprised the shit out of me & as I changed gears I stalled, then stalled again, my Mom still screaming the whole time. So I started trying to tell her that her screaming was the whole reason I'd stalled, & that I'd been going at a perfectly fine speed, & that our cats had been around cars long enough to never be hit, even by people who didn't know to be careful of cats in the area, & she needed to give me more credit. The only reason I'd almost crashed last time is because she'd screamed when a bird flew near the car. She is such an awful passenger. She still screams randomly when my Dad's driving.
This explanation thing:
Anyway - last night. So as everyone knows, I write my whole life on flickr. I hate having to censor myself on here, but if anything has ever happened which might hurt someone who reads my flickr then I just haven't written it, as much as it annoys me. I started my flickr because I had some awful stuff happen to me near the end of the year, & then I suddenly found I couldn't actually remember much of what I'd done since I'd left California in August. All those months at school are only vaguely remembered. Except for directing Boeing-Boeing. That's stuck with me. But I strle to remember everything else. I think I was just very upset around then, but basically I didn't want to forget everything.
So that leads on to me writing up on flickr about the ball. I wrote everything I could remember, because it was my last night at school & I needed to remember absolutely everything, and I stupidly thought that because it was so long nobody would ever read it. If I'd thought anyone would read it then I would have censored myself. Anyway, I ended up hurting someone who I never intended to. I can't change what happened at the ball, & what was said by everyone, but I shouldn't have written it, even though I only thought there was a 0.5% chance she'd read it. That 0.5% should have been enough to stop me.
So through my selfishness at wanting to remember that night I hurt someone quite badly. & she didn't deserve to be hurt. She sent me a message & seemed quite upset. I wish I could say I was upset, but really it was a relief just to be able to say why everything happened the way it did over the last few years. I've never really mentioned it on flickr, because I never had the time. I kept putting it off, & planned photos dedicated to several people this week, & then warning her beforehand so she could read it before anyone else did. I'd already told her I was going to do a photo about
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