Monthly Archives: October 2009

World’s Worst Driver?

**I’ve heard a lot of grumbling about people generally disliking Disqus– the comment system I currently have on my blog. If the majority of you don’t like it, I’ll happily switch back to the Blogger comments (it just makes it more difficult for me to individually respond to your comments). Please take a second to let me know your thoughts by voting on my poll! :) –>

Driving is not always the easiest thing in the world, but it’s definitely not rocket science either. We’ve all had our “Oops!” moments, but I’m a pretty cautious driver–I don’t really trust anyone around me on the road. I’ve seen too many stupid mistakes. When I married the Hubster he always encouraged me to park as far away from other cars as possible in parking lots because he didn’t trust other people to park carefully. After watching this video, I’ll now be the car parked all by itself at the back of the lot. haha

It just boils down to this: some people should just not be allowed to drive… (*There is no sound, so it’s safe for work!)

FYI: This person left the scene after destroying 2 vehicles. Thankfully, she has since been caught.

Five Cents, Please*

“Would you like a bag for that?”

This has become my new closing statement as I complete transactions in my store. Some people simply smile, and nod, grateful that we offer bags at all. Others shake their head and tell me they’d prefer to take a box. That’s awesome. Then there is the third group of people who inevitably respond to my question with,

“Are you charging for bags?”

“Yes. They are five cents.”

They then look at me like I’ve broken into their bank and stolen all their retirement money, grumble about the high price and throw their money or credit cards down on the counter. In my head I think,

“I’m sorry, did you hear me incorrectly? I’m pretty sure I said FIVE CENTS, not fifty dollars.” Considering how much money I see thrown on the floor or into our “Give and Take” bucket, I’m often flabbergasted that people are so tight with their nickles.

Over the past several months many Ontario stores began charging five cents for their plastic bags to promote the use of reusable bags–which, for the record, typically hold up to three times the amount the cheap plastic ones, AND they help the environment. Sounds like a win-win to me! Most stores have reusable bags located at the cash register for the very reasonable price of 1 – 2 dollars, and will offer incentives to customers who use such bags, such as points toward free groceries, air miles and the like. So, let’s recap: more storage space, store incentives AND help the environment… is this really such a bad thing?

Apparently so. Day after day I hear complaints about the price of bags, and I realize that if my store is your fifth stop of the day and you’ve had to pay for bags at all of them, then sure, you might be a little frustrated. But here’s the thing: I guarantee that reusable bags were sold at at least 50% of the stores you visited, so why not invest? Are engaged in a love affair with plastic?

Or maybe you believe that this is just another gimmick to make more money, and hey, maybe for some it is. But it most definitely is not for us, or stores like Metro who will be using the money collected from the bag fee to “fund the Green Apple School Program which will encourage schools to take part in green programs and will offer grants to conservation and healthy living proposals submitted by teachers and students.” (http://www.allheadlinenews.com/articles/7015197423)

Does that really sound like such a terrible thing? Here. Take my five cents AND keep the bag.

I also understand that this is a relatively “new” thing. We’ve all become so dependent on the convenience of free plastic bags at stores that it’s easy to forget those dang bags you forgot in the car, or at home, so sure. Complain a little. It’s not easy to remember dragging those bags around when it’s not a habit yet. I get it. But here’s the thing–make it a habit. Leave your bags in the front seat where you can see them. Leave a sticky note on the dash to remind you to grab them. Just please, please don’t complain about the price of the bags to me. I didn’t choose this. I didn’t decide to make you pay for them.

…but I do think it’s fabulous.

Go green, or go home.

Now I realize that Ontario is just one tiny speck on a great big map, so what are things like where you’re from? Do you think that stores should charge for bags?

20SB Blog Swap 5 – “Well, that was Easy!”

Hey blogosphere! It’s the 20SB Blog Swap Day! This is Phampants here. I’m partnered up with Shop Girl who happens to be a teacher like myself. So for this swap day, we’re going to treat you with our awesome stories about being a teacher. First I’m going to share you one of my favorite stories during my teaching days. Once you finish reading mine, go check out Shop Girl’s post on my blog.

The first class I ever taught was seniors. Let’s just say this; there was basically no age difference between them and me. They saw me as one of them; and so, they expected me to be a pushover because…well, I was a young teacher. What they forgot to factor in was my youth works the other way too. I’m more in tuned of how the [scary] teenage minds work.

The class I taught required my students to volunteer 1 hour each day, during the school day, around the neighborhood. Now I told them that just because they’re off campus, it doesn’t mean that they’re allowed to use their cell phones because it was still during school hours. Well, I’m sure you can guess where this is going.

So the kids thought that they’d be slick and just happen to carry their phones on them because “it’s in their jackets” that they grabbed from their lockers. I knew better. So one day, I asked my colleagues how many of my kids would have cell phones on them. We all took bets and concluded that out of a class of 18 seniors, I’d probably be able to confiscate 3 phones. I had 1 hour to visit 4 sites. The bet was on!

I arrived at the first volunteer site and found one of my students sitting at the receptionist desk. I walked up to him and said, “Hey Rob*, do you have your cell on you? I need to make a quick call.”

Sure enough, he takes it out of his pocket and willingly handed it to me without question or hesitation.

I looked at him and said, “Thank you!”

He just stared at me after realizing what just happened.

I smiled and said, “Well, that was easy!”

I headed out to the next site with my claimed prize. Poor Rob just sat there at the receptionist desk still in shock of what happened. He knew I got him and I got him well. Best part, he could not even text his friends to warn them what I was doing. Oh it was sweet, but what happened next was sweeter.

At the next site, I spotted my next victim, I mean student. He was in charge of watching a children play on the playground, making sure that they don’t run away or get hurt. His back was to me and haven’t seen me yet. I was standing against the school yard fence and pondered if Rob had his phone number. Sure enough he did.

I placed the call.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring..

“Hello?”

“Hey Randall*! Could you please turn around and give me your cell phone?”

He turned around and I saw the color drop from his face. I smiled and waved for him to come over. He walked over and handed me his phone without any quarrel. He just shook his head and looked at me with disgust. Yeah, it was a low blow but even he admitted that what I did was clever. He did not expect it at all. I got him fair and square.

I decided to let the other two kids working at the school yard to hear what happened from Randall so that they know they should heed my warnings. I head off to the third site with only 20 minutes left in my hour. I had to find a third cell phone lest I lose the bet.

At the third site, I found hear no evil, see no evil and speak no evil all working in the food pantry. I couldn’t help but smirk. They have no idea what was coming.

“So anyone have their cell phones on them?” I asked.

“Nooo…” they all replied.

“Are you sure?” As I pulled out both Rob’s and Randall’s phone.

They looked at the phones and then looked at me. If I could taken a picture of myself right then, I would have been pulling of the halo and angel glow right there as I innocently smiled at them.

One, two, three cell phones fell to the table.

I scooped up the spoils, threw them into my pockets and left. There were still fifteen minutes left and I didn’t have to visit my fourth site where the seniors were volunteering. I already got more than I needed, so I headed back to school. Had I know it was this easy; I would have made a larger wager.

I arrived back in the faculty lounge and walked over to my colleague’s desk.

“Did you get any?” he asked me.

“It was way too easy,” I said as I took each cell phone of my pocket, one by one.

There were wows and laughs in the faculty lounge as I told my colleagues of what I did. They all collected cell phones before, but no one had collected five in one day. I set the new record of cell phones collected.

As for my students, I gave the phones back to them at the end of the day, free of charge. They all learned their lesson there on after.

“This post is a part of 20SB’s Blog Swap, and has been graciously sponsored by Bouncer, the latest in cellular and Internet-based privacy services.

Dear Valued Customers*

If I haven’t already told you, I work in a little independent grocery(ish) store that is known for having fabulous deals on lots of big-name products. Even though it’s not in my field, most days I don’t mind it. However, these past few days my normally cheery exterior has been wearing thin as customers chipped away at it with their bad manners and poor etiquette. As I can’t complain about it at work, I thought I’d do it here… and how better to do so than a lovely drafted letter?

Dear valued customers,

Before I begin, please know that this letter is not directed at all of you… time and time again I am reminded that there are still good people in the world when people offer a patient smile and are aware that the world does not revolve around them. But for the rest of you… a little advice:

I think I need to stop greeting people when they enter into my store… I’ve come to the conclusion that my bright smile must be blinding you from seeing the baskets and shopping carts we offer to make your shopping experience simple and easy. Why else would you feel the need to use our counters as your personal carts? I realize that if aren’t planning on buying much when you enter you may not think you need a basket or cart, but how on earth is piling things onto the counter as you run back and forth from the aisles easier than carrying a small basket with you as you peruse through the store? And then, when I offer you a basket to prevent the back and forthness / MESS you create on my checkout counter you brush me off and tell me you’re fine. I. am. not. fine. I am not offering you a basket to be nice. (Okay, well I sort of am) I am offering it to you to get your crap off the counter so I can checkout the people who actually took the time to organize their things into a cart and need space to bag it. The baskets are small and convenient. USE THEM. Please?

Then there are a group of you who try to be extra creative by using the boxes we offer to pack your groceries for their actual shopping. I’m not sure if you don’t like the idea of our plastic baskets touching your packaged food and so you use choose to use cardboard– that’s fine. But here’s the thing–when you practice your super Jenga moves and pack your groceries in all perfectly before you checkout, guess what has to happen? Yup. They ALL have to come out so I can scan them. So please don’t stab me with your eyes when I pull them out of the box, that’s preeeeetty much how it works wherever you go. Most places insist that you pay for them before leaving, and sorry dears, I’m not telepathic and can’t guess what’s in the box. My bad.

On to checkout etiquette… I have a shocking revelation: I can’t fly. I’ve always wanted to, and I even tried once! (Sadly, all that resulted was a broken arm. *sigh*) So when I am on the other side of the store, and you are approaching the cash register, pause for a moment and think about that. As much as I would like to teleport over to where you are so I can tend to your every need the second you approach the register, sadly, that just ain’t gonna happen. I will promise to get to you as quickly as humanly possible, but we have small aisles and again, the whole no flying thing. So please, be patient. I know you have places to be, but I have other responsibilities and I’m doing the best that I can.

On the same note, shouting out to me before you’ve even reached the counter (meaning you haven’t waited at all yet) also won’t make me get there any faster. I was trained to check for people at the counter every 3 – 5 seconds, regardless of where I am in the store. We are known for having good service. Chances are I’ve seen you. Patience, my lovely… patience. I’m coming.

Also, I wear a name tag for a reason–it’s so you won’t call me “Girl”. I may be young, but I’m pretty sure I passed the “girl” phase of my life as a teenager when I blossomed into a “woman” with “woman” attributes. I try hard to speak to you with respectful titles, please take a moment and read my name tag if you feel the need to address me. You’ll seriously make my day and I’ll be SO nice to you! Like, we’ll be besties… for at least as long as you’re in my store. :)

Sometimes there is a bit of a lineup at the cash, and for that I apologize. I hate making people wait, but I only have two hands and I am going as quickly as I can. Unfortunately I don’t have a conveyor belt type counter so you can’t load your things until it’s actually your turn… or at least you’re not supposed to. Here’s the thing, I know those dang baskets can get heavy, but that’s what the floor is for. I clean it every night. I know it’s sparkling and there is nothing on it to prevent you from wanting to set your basket on the floor for one minute… so I’m a little confused as to why you feel the need to push your things onto the counter when it’s not your turn, fully crowding the person currently being checked out and violating their personal space? *sigh* I get that our counters aren’t perfect, but patience my dears, patience. Soon it will be your turn, and I know you’d be frustrated if someone else started shoving their groceries onto the counter while you were trying to pay.

Speaking of paying, our cash system is a big, black, obvious thing that sits on one side of the counter. It’s really quite hard to miss as there is nothing else on the counter that even looks remotely like it. So, why must you put your groceries on the opposite side, as far as humanly possible from where I need to scan them? For me, it would be logical to place the things I want to buy nearest to where the cashier is… not as far away as possible. Also, when you realize your mistake, it would be awesome if you could help me push your groceries to the correct spot instead of just moving yourself.

Lastly, bagging / boxing your groceries is not actually in my job description… I help out because I like to help and I think it’s a nice thing to do. However, sometimes it’s simply too busy for me to bag all of your groceries for you, so if you choose to buy bags, I’ll place them on the counter in hopes that you’ll begin while I process your order. Think of it like a team effort! WOO! Sadly, not everyone catches on and instead these people choose to stare blankly at me while their groceries sit on the counter with people lined up behind them waiting. I’ll let you in on a little secret–that actually means it will take longer for you to get out of the store, which means that hollering “HEY GIRL” across the store at me to get me to try and come to the cash faster was absolutely pointless. Just so you know. :)

So, my dear valued customers, the moral of this story is that if you could just use your heads and exercise a little patience, your shopping trip could be a pleasant experience for everyone involved, including me.

Much Love,

Something’s Gotta Give*

It’s no secret that I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed lately.

Rather than gradually easing out of my unemployed nothing-ness, I jumped head first into craziness and I think that it might be too much. I have so much going on that it’s becoming difficult for me to focus on the things I should be doing so I just do nothing instead. I make sense like that. :)

So, I’ve decided that I need to let something go for my own personal sanity. I’ve got several “big” things on the go–work, school, and volunteering–and today I evaluated whether or not I could let any of those go. I decided that work was probably kind of important due to the whole rent / groceries / car payments bit. You know. So then I considered school and volunteering, but since those are (hopefully) going to put me into a position to begin my career, I figured those were probably kinda sorta important too.

Next I considered all the other “fillers” in my life–you know, the other things you’ve got going on that seem to take up time without you even realizing it. I came up with this list:

1) Church (I teach a Sunday School class which involves some prep work, and should be attending activities on Wednesday evenings)
2) Housework (cleaning, laundry, cooking, dishes, groceries, etc)
3) Blogging
4) Spending time with my Hubster

5) Letting my Mom know I’m still alive
6) Downtime
(aka TV)

I’ve really become that there are only 24 hours in a day, and I’ve decided I like to sleep 7 or 8 of them… and when you figure in all that big stuff in there, it doesn’t leave a whole lot of space for all this other stuff. So again I pondered: what can I cut out?

Well, believe it or not, I like the church bit, so that stays. It’s a bit of extra work on my part, but it’s important to me and I feel it’s worth it. Next!

Uhm… housework. Sooo… I may or may not have unwittingly experimented with this one already and the result was disastrous. I actually went to get a glass out of the cupboard to find they were all gone... and not because someone came and stole them. *sigh* When my house is not clean I get stressed out and it’s not a relaxing place for me. I like neat. I like order. I like clean. I don’t like having to hide in my office and pretend that my messy living room and kitchen will magically clean themselves. So, cleaning / housework stays. (Unless you want to come clean it for me? Hmmmmmm?! I’ll love you forever!)

Next is blogging… oh blogging, how I love thee! I know my writing has suffered a little since all this newness started, and my reading definitely has. I so miss my mornings where I could enjoy a leisurely breakfast and read all my blogs and write the thoughtful comments you deserve… now I have to read them in big chunks which is entirely less lovely for me. Hopefully when I find something to cut out this will improve. I miss it! (P.s. Blogging STAYS. It’s my outlet, I don’t just heart it, I need it!)

And then there is my wonderful Hubster… some days I feel like we’re just ships passing in the night and don’t get to see him nearly as much as I like, but we try and squeeze some time together in where we can. We always try and have dinner together at the very least. He definitely stays. I kinda like him. (like, a lot.) :)

I love my Mom. And she worries. So I call every 2 or 3 days to let her know I’m still breathing. I kinda like her too, so she can stay.

That just leaves my downtime, which, let’s be honest, means my TV shows. After a careful review of my weekly schedule, I may or may not be watching entirely too much TV. There are so many shows I want to watch that I don’t even want to tell you about them all. Ha. I simply don’t have time for them all, so, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to break up with some of my old favourites. (It’s not you, it’s me.) So, I now bear the arduous task of saying farewell to the following:

90210

We had a few laughs, but I think it’s time we both move on… I really only watched you last season in the hope that Brandon (*swoon*) would return in the new series, but sadly, this was not to be. Truthfully, I’m bored. I could care less whether or not Naomi gets into college or whether or not Silver goes bonkers again. I really only liked Ethan + Annie and you took that away from me. It’s over.

C.S.I.

I used to love you. LOVE. Like watch 4 episodes a day, love. Then, all of a sudden, the episodes seemed repetitive and my beloved Grissom left the show. While I heart that Morpheus has joined the cast, I think I’ve seen enough of the repeats that you call new episodes. Law and Order: SVU is so much more interesting with, truthfully, a much better cast. Adieu!

Grey’s Anatomy

Oh, I struggled with this one… I have been a long-time lover of Grey’s. I’ve been watching from the beginning and was a die-hard fan. The ferryboat episode? I cried for DAYS! Meredith & McDreamy? I have been rooting for you since DAY ONE. But oh… the post-it wedding? What a let down. Slowly but surely my favourite characters are disappearing… Denny, Burke, Addison, George, and now Izzy… I’m done. You’re just not the magic you used to be. Private Practice is just so much better, it’s even luring Bailey away!

Fringe

As much as I love you Walter, Fringe keeps letting me down… the Hubster has long been disinterested in this show that we discovered together and I’ve found that lately it’s hard to muster up the enthusiasm to watch. Truth be told, I really only watched for a little Pacey time (Oh Dawson’s Creek…) but Walter was a pleasant surprise. Sadly, constantly calling Astrid “Astro” or “Astrid” is not enough for me to continue watching, even though it still makes me laugh every. single. time.

So, there you have it. I’m hoping that regaining 4 hours of my week I’ll have a little more time for more important things, like seeing my Hubster, and you of course. :)

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