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When I was starting up my work computer, I realized that I'd already written a good chunk of this journal in my head. This happens all the time, and there's really nothing I can do about it. Anyhow, this could lead to me leaving something out, assuming it's already here; I'll try to avoid that.
Saturday was a day that needed to happen. Everything that I said came out pissy and everything that I did got cut off halfway by dint of being too irritable to accept anything I produced. On Saturdays I like to go draft, and I didn't. I didn't feel like I wanted to deal with the antics of people, and instead opted for the simulacrum of such in FFXI. Actually, I played for several hours and drank coffee, which is pretty close to exactly what I wanted. I didn't do anything else until about 2 PM.
By the time I was ready to go, the emissions place had been closed for two hours. Closed at 1, huh? It's a Saturday, I guess that's reasonable.
So I did some failed furniture shopping and left with some bargin school supplies - always my favorite part of the shopping year - forget Christmas, I want cheap college-rule notebooks. Sadly, I wasn't able to find the type of sitting implement that I was really looking for - preferably a sturdy looking metal-framed deal about 30" high and a cushoned seat. I kept finding these expensive wooden deals or, even worse, fragile, uncomfortable-looking metal-backed deals about 100 a pop. I passed on all of them, though there were some folding ones that looked a little fragile at Bed, Bath, & Beyond that I considered.
By the time I finished driving about, I was ready to call it a day. I wanted to take my new rice cooker and make curry and rice, and I felt that a lager would be just the thing to finish off a decent dinner like that. I went over to my local grocery store to pick some up on the way back - I've been shopping here since I've moved into my place at the end of spring, so it's not like they're not familiar with me. The evening manager tends to recognize me on site - probably because my ID was (and remains) a little sketchy. Naturally it checks out though, being as it is a totally legit ID. The new day manager, it seems, is a real literal by-the-books kind of lady, though. She took one look at it, laughed and said, "Oh no, we can't accept this." then she turns around and shows it to another cashier who kind of mutely nods. She's sold me beer more then once and sees me in there all the time, but she can't just say that to the manager, who is 'that kind of person', I am pretty sure.
"It's a totally valid Illinois ID, though." I point out.
"I'm sure it is."
"But?"
"Well, we're not going to accept it."
Fine, fine. I drove back to another grocery about 1 minute away and bought my beer there. When I went in to Top Foods, my plan was to have two beers with dinner. When I exited the place a block over, my plan was to drink the full set of Tsingtao. I had eight hours, so I was successful.
Anyway, it's not like I don't understand, but she said short of a new ID (which I keep trying to get) or a passport, there's no way she'll let the store sell me beer or wine. Which is rediculous, really. That chip isn't even my fault; it's the IL state polices. And I think that it is reasonable clear that someone who's 40 with a chipped ID can buy beer, but it's my speculation that she just doesn't believe me. No amount of documentation would suffice to prove otherwise, so there's little I can do. Except, well, do all of my shopping at other grocery stores from now on. I feel like I was treated with casual disregard. The police accept my ID, the DMV accepts my ID, but she's not going to. Bully for her.
The rest of my night was just fine though. Terrific, even. I feel pleanty relaxed and ready to work today, and next week is four days off, plus PAX, and no loss of pay followed by my new M-F, 8:15-4:45 shift which is right swell. There is very little else I can ask for this week except maybe a raise or a pony if I absolutely must taste the sting of rejection. I will ignore that in favor of good times, which I think is reasonable on my part.
Saturday was a day that needed to happen. Everything that I said came out pissy and everything that I did got cut off halfway by dint of being too irritable to accept anything I produced. On Saturdays I like to go draft, and I didn't. I didn't feel like I wanted to deal with the antics of people, and instead opted for the simulacrum of such in FFXI. Actually, I played for several hours and drank coffee, which is pretty close to exactly what I wanted. I didn't do anything else until about 2 PM.
By the time I was ready to go, the emissions place had been closed for two hours. Closed at 1, huh? It's a Saturday, I guess that's reasonable.
So I did some failed furniture shopping and left with some bargin school supplies - always my favorite part of the shopping year - forget Christmas, I want cheap college-rule notebooks. Sadly, I wasn't able to find the type of sitting implement that I was really looking for - preferably a sturdy looking metal-framed deal about 30" high and a cushoned seat. I kept finding these expensive wooden deals or, even worse, fragile, uncomfortable-looking metal-backed deals about 100 a pop. I passed on all of them, though there were some folding ones that looked a little fragile at Bed, Bath, & Beyond that I considered.
By the time I finished driving about, I was ready to call it a day. I wanted to take my new rice cooker and make curry and rice, and I felt that a lager would be just the thing to finish off a decent dinner like that. I went over to my local grocery store to pick some up on the way back - I've been shopping here since I've moved into my place at the end of spring, so it's not like they're not familiar with me. The evening manager tends to recognize me on site - probably because my ID was (and remains) a little sketchy. Naturally it checks out though, being as it is a totally legit ID. The new day manager, it seems, is a real literal by-the-books kind of lady, though. She took one look at it, laughed and said, "Oh no, we can't accept this." then she turns around and shows it to another cashier who kind of mutely nods. She's sold me beer more then once and sees me in there all the time, but she can't just say that to the manager, who is 'that kind of person', I am pretty sure.
"It's a totally valid Illinois ID, though." I point out.
"I'm sure it is."
"But?"
"Well, we're not going to accept it."
Fine, fine. I drove back to another grocery about 1 minute away and bought my beer there. When I went in to Top Foods, my plan was to have two beers with dinner. When I exited the place a block over, my plan was to drink the full set of Tsingtao. I had eight hours, so I was successful.
Anyway, it's not like I don't understand, but she said short of a new ID (which I keep trying to get) or a passport, there's no way she'll let the store sell me beer or wine. Which is rediculous, really. That chip isn't even my fault; it's the IL state polices. And I think that it is reasonable clear that someone who's 40 with a chipped ID can buy beer, but it's my speculation that she just doesn't believe me. No amount of documentation would suffice to prove otherwise, so there's little I can do. Except, well, do all of my shopping at other grocery stores from now on. I feel like I was treated with casual disregard. The police accept my ID, the DMV accepts my ID, but she's not going to. Bully for her.
The rest of my night was just fine though. Terrific, even. I feel pleanty relaxed and ready to work today, and next week is four days off, plus PAX, and no loss of pay followed by my new M-F, 8:15-4:45 shift which is right swell. There is very little else I can ask for this week except maybe a raise or a pony if I absolutely must taste the sting of rejection. I will ignore that in favor of good times, which I think is reasonable on my part.
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