Just Another Day at Work

27 12 2010

I saved a child’s life at work on Christmas Eve. Just sayin’.

A mom with her probably 5 year old son and 2 year old daughter was looking at our water bottles display. They are very lightweight and the woman ended up knocking a few over, with some falling to the floor. She was very apologetic and I did my best to ease her embarrassment, helping her to pick them up and place them back on the shelf. As I was walking away I heard her tell her son, “Don’t touch anything, because I don’t want you to knock something on the floor.” With a voice utterly devoid of smart mouth and completely innocent, the boy said, “Like you just did, Mama?” Fortunately I was still in her eyesight so she knew I was still a potential witness. Fortunately I didn’t laugh out loud. Fortunately she couldn’t see the big smile on my face.

Sell mattress sets – sometimes.

Sell small kitchen appliances, bedding, and curtain stuff – check.

Stock the floor, fold towels, straighten up the floor – check.

Save a child – priceless.


Here’s the deal

6 09 2010

So I’ve been really wrestling with the thesis of that unnerving book I wrote about awhile ago. If there’s no external God; if all there is is the goodness that is within us; if there is no heaven; then what’s the point? There’s got to be some greater force outside of ourselves that we feed into, because if everything is just up to all of us acting out of the goodness of our hearts, then we’re screwed. I don’t see goodness winning over evil in our world.

I think of different situations where a Greater Power had to have been present. There’s no way I could forgive my offenders in my own strength. There’s too many stories from friends and others I’ve read that make it impossible for the good in us to have powered the miraculous changes that occurred in lives.

 I’ve decided I’ll just have to keep believing in an external God because I feel so lost and hopeless without it.

Interesting characters

21 08 2010

I’ve met some interesting people while working at Sears. Some of the more noteworthy are the Church Lady; Mr. Dapper and Mr. D.O.M.

On the very first day I was out on the floor, I met the Church Lady. She wore a simple print dress and her hair was long and held back with hair clips. My stereotype of the very conservative Christian, Psalm 31 woman.

“Hello, Ma’am, may I ring up your things?”

“Yes, of course. Bless you.”

“Why, thank you. Did you find everything you needed?”

“Oh, yes, thankyouLordJesus.”

And so the conversation went. Every response from her ended with something like “BlessyouLordJesus”; “ThankyoudearLord”; “HalllelujahpraiseGod” . . . and so on. And we talked quite awhile. She was really a nice woman.

Mr. Dapper was an older gentleman, probably in his mid-to-late 70s. He was dressed really nicely – linen shirt and pants – real snazzy. I greeted him with a “my, you look very dapper” and it tickled him that somebody would actually know that word. So I called him Mr. Dapper and he really liked it. He even referred to his wife as “Mrs. Dapper.” Such a sweet man.

Mr. D.O.M. was as old or even older than Mr. Dapper, but he wasn’t very sweet. I had sold him a mattress set about a month before. He had returned to buy a mattress pad and we ended up having a long chat as he looked for his purchase. As I was describing the differences between some of the product, he suddenly said, “That arouses me.” Well, all righty then! The best I could come back with was, “Well, good luck with that.” Thus I named him Mr. D.O.M. – Dirty Old Man. 

Inspired by Carolyn Online

19 08 2010
  • Why do you hate everything and everybody?
  • Your daughter is your best accomplishment – don’t blow it.
  • I intend to die with as few regrets as possible.
  • One regret – not being near my nephews and nieces during their childhoods.
  • Changing one’s theology or political viewpoint or ANY viewpoint is hard – but so worth it. Give a different idea a chance.
  • Why are you so afraid to think outside your friggin’ box?
  • It really hurts that you would believe someone you knew for all of six weeks over someone you’ve known 17 years.
  • Smug people suck – no matter what their political or religious beliefs.
  • Contrary to your popular opinion, you really don’t know everything.
  • I miss teaching, but I don’t miss what it would have taken to stay at the last school I taught at.
  • Smug people really suck.