Beardo the weirdo

I like being the only guy at work, it has its good and bad points. Its cool in the sense that I get to work with a large number of attractive females, but bad in the sense that they make me do all the heavy work. So far, I would say I have befriended most of the people I work with, and have been given many compliments about how nice I am, but I really start to talk to the people when I'm not doing my real job. I keep getting called for back up, which is when their is more than one person waiting for a register, so I go up to make the lines move faster so the customers will be as happy as I can possibly make them, and then I talk with all the people that walk up to check out, work near me, or I make funny faces at the people at customer service, and they seem to like it.
Every time a customer needs help lifting something ridiculously heavy they call me, every time their is something too high to reach without a ladder they call me, they even make me get carts, and that sucks. Its is too hot outside and I was in the middle of helping someone find their retarded ass salt and pepper shakers dammit. One good thing is that I get to help a lot more than someone who has only one section to stay in, while I get to walk all over the store and see the same people a few times and really make a connection.

I got to help someone find something that they were looking for, when I didn't even know where they were. He asked me, "Do you know where you keep the bed sliders?" In my confusion I said, "heck no, but I have an idea." So while I was on my way to take him to the section where I can do an inventory check, and there they were, right in front of the computer. So I said, "TA-DA!" and he was sincerely thankful. I was so proud of myself.

There is a guy I work with named Chris, and he has a giant beard, so I have started to call him Beardo the Weirdo. He is apparently in love with this cute girl I work with, who is about half his age, even though he has never spoken a word to her. I believe the nick name works better now that I know all that.

At about 9 o'clock I went to go eat with my sisters at chili's. It was a normal dinner, but on the way back we stopped at Kroger, where I saw Alec. I went over to talk to him for a while before my sisters came and grabbed me. As soon as I got into the truck they said, "Why is he so small? And he needs a haircut bad." God, I love them.

In response to Kyle's "challenge" to have a "media off," here are my submissions.



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