I Know, I Know! You Don't Have to Remind Me

I would like to apologize to myself for not getting any of these posts done being that we are almost finished with the month of May. Hell, I didn't even get to posting the rest of the ones for the month of April (although, through the magic of the internet, I will backdate the ones that I was going to post). Also, I have many incomplete posts that I need to jump on and finish. All that and May has been one crazy-assed month.

I would like to add a little more to the very last sentence above and will do so in the next paragraph (or two or three, whatever it takes).

Work has been unbelievably stressful. I am not going to go into the specifics of what has been transpiring, but I will say that I never thought that it (the situation) would have affected me the way that it has. I think that the visual is of the duck on the pond; above the water all calm and peaceful but under the water there is a whole mess of commotion going on. I haven't slept well at night, I have no sense of appetite and when I do eat, it messes up my insides something fierce (no details as I wish not to gross anyone out). I have been down before going into work, sick while at work and completely exhausted after work. So, when little nuggets come along, it brightens my day greatly.

Here is where I will recount the following incident in the same manner that I told the Beckster, without any sort of filter...

So, this lady comes in tonight. I would say, probably, early sixties. She looks like she is a bit disoriented or her mind is elsewhere. I just happened to be up front and she asked if I could help her make a copy of a picture. Sure, I say, because I am about to wrap up my day and have nothing (really, I have a ton of stuff to do, but, I don't really want to get into it that late in the day). She wanted to make copies of a picture for her brother's funeral the next day and wants to know how long it will take and if I could help her. “About 15 minutes and I would love to be of assistance,” is what I tell her and off we go to scan multiple pictures. We send the pictures off and I go back to force her pictures ahead of the others (she only had about 10 pictures as opposed to the 400 and 500 pictures that were on deck.) She shuffled off to do whoknowswhat and I go back to the processor to wait for the pictures to print.

A little side note for those who do not have a photo processor in their spare bedroom, it is very noisy when you are standing right next to it. So much so that it is, sometimes, difficult to hear people when they are asking you questions. With that, especially in my case, one tends to forget that, although it is difficult for you to hear customers, it is not that difficult for them to hear you.

So, here I am waiting for the pictures to come through and, lost in the moment, I start to sing. And the things that I sing are usually made up songs about various things (like “I Need to Remember to Grab Milk Before I Leave” - great song, by the way.) Here I am wailing away with my back turned to the sales floor, singing my favorite tune of all-time “I Get to Go Home Soon” and packaging up this lady's order. I finish it up, turn around to see if I can see her in the store and wham-o, she is right there, a foot and a half away from me. She leans ever so little forward and says, “It's a good thing you're good looking because you cannot sing at all.”

If I had not already known that fact, I might have been a little offended. It certainly made my day. It was such an honest observation (the singing part) and she had such a great sense of humor. It is the little nuggets like this that I truly, truly love.

Nuff said!