Title: Twisted Desire (Twisted #2.5)
Series: Twisted #2.5
Author: Jessi Elliott
Genre: Urban Fantasy (New Adult)
Release: April 16, 2019
Cover Credits – Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42282399-twisted-desire
Blurb:
Being left to lead the fae alongside an annoyingly charming partner really screws with your life.
Skylar Chen just received the promotion of an eternity. After Tristan and Aurora trade their esteemed status for mundane life, it’s now her responsibility to lead the fae.
The catch? She has to work with Nikolai Sterling. With his constant smirks and dangerous good looks, he has a way of getting under Skylar’s skin like no one else. Even still, she’d much rather be getting under him.
Sexual tension aside, they have a bigger issue to deal with. The Experiment, a human organization built on hatred toward the fae, threatens to wipe them from existence. It’s time for Skylar and Nikolai to recruit allies, bring the fae together, and prepare for battle.
Fighting to protect her people is something Skylar can manage. It’s the skeletons in her designer closet that make opening up to Nikolai where she’s suddenly out of her element.
In this finale novella, the beloved side characters from Twisted Fate and Twisted Gift take center stage to bring down the organization set on destroying them.
In the Series:
Twisted Fate
Twisted Gift
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Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2TJXVNA
Author Bio:
Jessi Elliott is a law clerk and author of both young adult and new adult romantic fiction. Her love of writing was born after many years of reading and reviewing books on her blog.
She lives in Southwestern Ontario with her adorable cat, Phoebe. Yes, named after the Friends character.
When she’s not plotting her next writing project, she likes to spend her time hanging with friends and family, getting lost in a steamy romance novel, watching Friends, and drinking coffee.
You can find Jessi at www.jessielliott.com, on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. You can join her newsletter to stay up to date on book news and upcoming releases.
I just tried Instacart for the first time since I wanted to get some groceries. I love technology these day, and having this app helps. It helps since it saves me the trouble of going to a store and shopping with people. I love the fact that technology allows us to deliver items to our home. All you have to do is sign into an account, and choose the store. I chose Wegmans, and then I got to choose the items I want to buy. It also has a two hour delivery, and with free delivery for orders over $35.00. Of course, I got the trial to see if it was worth it. And when picking out the items it was easy to navigate the items since they have it in categories. I just had to pick out what I needed, and then when I was done placed an order. You can even do promotions too in the app and add your loyalty cards. It’s pretty cool, and it even lets you chat with the person shopping for your order. It updates you in real time letting you know which item has been picked up. And it lets you know when your order is on the way. It’s a good service to have for people who don’t like shopping or driving. Even the elderly and disabled can benefit from it. I love using it so I can pick out my items in my pajamas and not worry over anything. Try it out and it can even be used for busy moms too! I love it! It lets you choose some substitutions and it’s cool how it send you updates to your phone every step of the way. You don’t even have to leave your house either.
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Until next time,
Jessica
I was honestly in an unhealthy relationship for a year and 5 months. It wasn’t the best for me either. I won’t say names since that’s not the point of the post. I was so far gone I lost myself. I even lost friends that I’m now talking to, and it was freeing being done with it. I was constantly accused of cheating even though I wasn’t doing anything since he had trust issues. He wouldn’t let me have guy friends either claiming that all they wanted is to sleep with me. It’s horrible being called worthless, and being belittled and in some points my life was actually put in danger. My last straw? I was pushed into a wall, and if it was hard enough I would have had a concussion. It’s really bad when the cops were called since he shouted at my mom and slammed the door in her face. He wanted her to keep out when she was trying to help me. She could see him belittling me and claiming he made more money than me, and he laughed about me wanting to write full time. He even questioned why I wanted to work at home like I was planning on do it to cheat on him all the time. Hell, when I was in school I was working on an article for class, and instead of being understanding and letting me work he kept trying to accuse me of cheating on him when I was getting my school work done. It wasn’t worth the stress at all. Being in a toxic relationship is draining all over. And the person will alienate you from friends, call you names, and even get physical with you. It can hurt your self-esteem and it wasn’t the first time he did something physical but the second. The first is when he was mad at me over waking his family member up and he jerked the covers off me and even jerked me around almost yanking my arm out of my socket. And the days after that he apologizes, but I said no the second time since it can be a vicious cycle that never ends. And then I was the one blamed for something he did, and god only knows the poor girl dealing with his shit the next. And there are times when he would get in my face, and would say say something again like he was threatening me. Leaving me in tears, and I would sit there and cry my eyes out since I was so miserable. I should have ended it sooner, but I didn’t. He was also horrible afterwards too calling my work, telling my friend that I need to hurry and decide to get back together before he gets over me. He left a note on my car like a stalker. He was fucking horrible and so was his mom as well. She was justifying his horrible behavior and saying if you love someone then they deserve another chance. Right…And she used the fact that we were both drunk as an excuse. It’s not a fucking excuse. And even if I was drunk as fuck I will NEVER get physical with anyone. She then said people do stuff when they are drunk and he never hit you….He fucking pushed me. Into a fucking wall! It’s all bullshit, and I will never be abused ever. I left since it took me getting pushed into a wall to realize it wasn’t worth the bullshit. I deserve someone who will treat me better. And he was saying the next person I date will cheat on me, and that he keeps being paranoid over me cheating since he loves me that much. And that he does it because he loves me, yeah right. It was toxic, and I stayed with him because I didn’t want to find anyone else. That I was afraid, and in all honesty I shouldn’t have been. I even saw the cop I talked to last night. He was happy to see I took his advice, and that I needed someone who will lift me up. I don’t want anyone calling me worthless. I don’t want to be with someone who thinks it’s okay to go through my phone since I have to prove to him I wasn’t cheating. He said I would never amount to anything, and that I would be homeless just because I lived with my parents. In all honesty, I’m more happier now that I’ve left the relationship then I have been in a while. He was a horrible, controlling jerk, and I was better off without him. And it’s the truth since I will never lie or decieve people, and I hope to never hear from him again. The last time he emailed me he told me I was childish, and a horrible person for what I did. He was the one who did it, and I’ll never take the blame or feel bad for something he did. I’m making this as a point to say that if you are in a toxic relationship then get the fuck out and leave him. No one is worth the pain or abuse. It won’t get better unless you leave, and no he won’t change either. It was twice, and after the shit he caused I’ll never go down that road again…
If you have been in a relationship like this then what is your story?
And above all don’t let these fuckers silence you either. Speak up now since if we don’t then they are only going to get away with being horrible. Leave it.
I have wanted to try out this style for a while since I heard it’s basically like releasing episodes one at a time. I also have a project I can use it with, and I don’t want to publish on amazon at first. I’ll be publishing it to sites like my blogs, Wattpad, Radish, and others. It will be an interesting experiment to try too. I have been thinking about it for a while, and it’s something that I think would be fun doing. And while writing these stories I have discovered more stories to tell in the future of which I have written down for later. It’s fun going through the girls stories, and why they want to win Hyperion and Zephyr’s heart. Their pasts even come into play during the show, and these challenges are unlike any other, of course, it will be hard to come up with ones for everything. The first thing I am going to release is the girls stories. They are different creatures and come from different backgrounds. It’s a mix, and I’ll be able to show people different relationship stories that ended. I already have the cover for it too, and I’ll use it when I post new stories. I have finished a few, and I just need to type them up. Writing by hand helps keep the juices flowing, and it’s easy to finish once I sit down and get started. It’s also a new format to learn, and maybe if I like it I can continue to do it. I will definitely post my progress on my blog since I want to show people the process. I did base it off shows like Rock of Love, Flavor of love, Real Chance of love, and even The Bachelor. I am going to release the girls stories as I work on them to this blog, and I even got the cover. And hopefully when the girls stories are done I can release the episodes till it’s done, and then make a paperback out of it. It will be exclusively on Amazon for 90 days, and if there aren’t too many page reads I can release it wide. After writing for a while, and reading blogs/being in author Facebook groups you kind of get a feel for what to do. And I will be New York bound soon, and I’ll blog about it and take pictures. It will be fun to escape for a while, and I’ll be able to write and read on the way to and from New York! It will be an adventure since I’ve never been there!
I kept hearing people talk about it, and once I read it was about a guy who worked in a bookstore obsessed with a girl I couldn’t help but watch it. I just finished season 1 last night, and it was a good show. I loved seeing Joe Goldberg point of view, and he is a bookstore worker and is played by Penn Badgley, and his obsession with Guinevere Beck an aspiring writer played by Elizabeth Lail. He was a stalker though and did have a thing for murder. I went ahead and got the book, and I’ll definitely review it here since movies and books are way different. I thought it did go over how obsessive people can get over posting to social media, and it also stresses why you need to be careful. And it can make you emotional since it pretty much goes over the emotional consequences of cheating, and I’ve never done it. I did date someone who was like that obsessed since he had trust issues since he was cheated on in the past. The guy was crazy no doubt, and he also went to therapy for it which was good. It can sometimes help too. It had him haunted by his past, and it seemed like he didn’t plan far ahead with things. I liked how he wanted to interfere in her life to protect her, and it seemed like they were the perfect couple. It’s a show that I want more of, and I can’t wait to see the next season.
It’s time for another post like this since I’m single now, and it sucked with the way it ended. It had to be done though, and I don’t regret it at all since it means there is someone better for me out there. Everyone goes through break ups, and if you are too then trust me it will get better! Even if the dude tries his best to send you mean comments, and be pathetic enough to put someone new in your face don’t let it bother you.
Here are my tips for survival!
Crying about it for sometime is normal since if you loved the person it’s best to let your emotions out.
Talk with friends since it helps, and they can see the bigger picture better than you. I was in a shitty relationship, and my friends helped me through it and to see things more clearly. I did the breaking up which helped me more since I was the one who ended it. He wasn’t a good fit for me, and it was hard since I loved him. But after he pushed me I had to end it to keep myself from becoming more miserable since it was the second time. He also promised he won’t do it again.
Don’t blame yourself either since it wasn’t your fault, and don’t let the person make you feel guilty especially if it wasn’t your fault.
Have a drink and enjoy yourself, and don’t overdo it either since you will regret it in the morning,
Hang out with people you haven’t seen in a while, and have fun! Kick back and relax and enjoy the fact that you can do whatever you want.
See a movie, read a book, binge watch shows on Netflix since now you have the time to have fun.
Do something creative to take your mind off things, and in my case it’s concentrate on my writing, reading books, and blogging. Even filming some Youtube videos.
Throw out or give away everything of your exes, and don’t look back. If you still have each other’s shit then get someone else to get it for you. Don’t have him come to your house.
Block him on everything since you don’t want to have him mess everything up by trying to contact you. He will try shit like he is sorry, and put notes on your car to do it, but ignore it. Hence why he should be blocked on everything.
Keep busy, and that means pick up extra hours if work allows it, and don’t dwell on it. Be so busy you don’t have time to think about it. The hours will seem slow which is why you keep busy.
Things will get better with time and never rush into a relationship either. Wait until you heal to get back into another.
Take a shower to clear your mind, take a relaxing bath, and in the end you will be better off for it. Things happen for a reason, and break ups mean a new start. Time to focus on you, and that someone better is just around the corner.
Description: Angeline is just a Kyle’s General Store worker. When she goes to her local witches shop she gets a surprise – a guy with wings. Not just any guy, but the one in her dreams. … something greater than just your average retail worker.
Chapter 1:
Another day done of this job from hell at Kyle’s General store. The hot water of the shower soothed my sore muscles, but it did nothing for the goop that ran off me in clumps going down the shower drain. Clumps of negative energy residue left over from the customers at my job. The shit that gets sloughed onto me day after day of working in a man-made prison of manual labor. Or hell. A hell I have to endure to hide from the thing chasing me: Next Star since I was stupid enough to fall for their bullshit. They don’t want to help people they want to hurt them. Supernaturals who have no place for themselves came to them. They turn them into slaves, and I refuse to be one. Already escaped a horrible relationship I don’t need to add slave to the list. Not me. Next Star can kiss my ass. I’m not going to be experimented on like that to find out who I am. I hid so they can’t find me.
Supernaturals don’t deserve to die since I am one. I don’t know which one though. I have been hidden for six years as a retail worker, and it slowly kills me.
God I hate it there! I hate the stupid shitty customers assaulting my mind with impatience, anger, hatred and fear. Their negative energy can make an awesome day into a bad one. I have a few good customers that make my day, and one asshole can ruin it all. Someone bitching that we are not able to work on their watch since it’s one that Kyle’s doesn’t carry. One guy made me want to punch him in the face since he was an asshole about it. Some even treat you like you are an idiot like this one dumbass was treating me like I didn’t know what a facial brush was when I don’t even work in the area. And another bitch was on her cell phone trying to get me to show her where the under armor was when I showed her twice she was in front of it. The customers think we are idiots.
Of course, I do have botanicals to combat their onslaught. Day after day is spent folding clothes, and serving customers at the jewelry counter. Kyle’s General Store’s customers are like bees buzzing in my head; Some are impatient pieces of work. They treat you like you are trash just because you work there, and work retail.
It is just a continuous stream of bullshit and misery. Seeing their looks of pity makes me sick. It’s like they feel sorry for me working retail when I need a job-Or, until I’m found out again. People say be grateful for a job, but even if that means being called names day after day it’s all good? No way! How can I be grateful dealing with people who complain about everything? Six years of my life. My apartment helped me get the independence I need, and this job temporarily sustained me. Still doesn’t keep me from thinking there is more to life than drinking till I fall asleep, and working retail dealing with idiots who need help to read.
It was a bad breakup, and I still have to see his stupid car around. It sucks I can’t blow him up. All the times Austin tormented me with every new girl he brought around to make me jealous. He was such an asshole and always criticizes me for working retail. Then he acted like he was such a god’s gift to women. More like I feel sorry for whoever falls for his act. He treated me like shit, and criticized me all the time even made me cry on Valentines Day. And then made me feel bad since we didn’t get his car when he came back from his deployment. He wasted my time, and cheated on me when I waited a year for his ass. I met him at Next Star, and was brainwashed. Sure, he was good looking dark hair to his shoulders, dark brown eyes, tan with a scorpion tattoo on his arm. He had a built body, but he was a cocky asshole who loved to hit on women and claimed to screw a lot and wasn’t very picky about the girls he had sex with. A douche to me. I loved the fact that he was a part of Next Stars soldiers who got supernaturals to the base. Until I realized I wasn’t special to him, and that I was a number on his belt. He is dead to me so he should just leave me alone already, and stop stalking my place of work. He brings in some whores of which he ignores and tries to shove his relationship in my face.
I am a cashier, apparel, shoes, and I answer the phones while helping in the fitting room, and take the keys to the jewelry counter when needed. It changes from day to day depending on where the idiots need me. I just wish I had a better way of dealing with the people and their emotional states. I wish I knew a way to control it to the point where it does not affect me. I dried off after my shower, and got dressed in a nightshirt and pants. I have to have this god, awful job. I hated it since I don’t get paid nearly enough to deal with their emotional crap. I say screw it and pour myself a drink. It at least calms me down, and makes me forget about everything. It doesn’t help that the customers look at me like they feel sorry for me just because I have a job.
Supernatural creatures came out of the closet years ago, and it was amazing when the first vampire appeared on television fangs bared for the world to see. They are real, and I’ve never seen one up close. It would be neat to meet one. Better than the dumbass human customers I deal with on a regular basis.
I turn on television to make time go by faster. My life is boringly human and despite my abilities I can pass for a normal person. Not hard either, just act like a sheep and bitch over things I can control. Guide idiot customers to items in front of them, and let them treat me like I don’t know what a belt is like they think I’m dumb even though I have a Bachelor degree.
I’m an empath. I can sense emotions and even influence them. It can come in handy at times especially when calming a bitchy customer.
Customers can be horrible and an example is a lady with greying hair, blue eyes, and an self-righteous attitude said, “It ran out of energy and it will not go very far.” She was referring to a motorized scooter. The whole time her eyebrows moved like they had a mind of their own. Blah…Blah…Blah…All white noise as far as I was concerned. I walkie the guys in charge because I doubt I could lift it. The guy sat down in the electric chair, and turned it on. And guess what? It worked. Miracle.
Trusting some customers to tell the truth is like making a rabid dog behave. And you can’t say shit without being fired or complained on. I flip through my notebooks, and they tell it all. The complaints, situations, and same managers who treat you like your a slave riding your ass ragged, and my novel Tales From Behind the Counter will tell it all since I might as well write about it while I’m at it. Especially the horrible managers Rebecca and Clare. It’s all getting old though, and boring. Same old shit different day. Managers ride their associates when company comes. Then again Rebecca and Clare are gone, and I could not be happier. That doesn’t stop the stupervisor from wrecking everything.
My favorite show is on called Hard Ass Pawn Shop, and the customers on this reality show are more outrageous than the idiots I have to deal with. I doubt I could handle the way they are yelled at. It makes me weep for humanity. I watch the show for hours since a marathon is on, and finally fall into a dreamless slumber. The quietness of sleep takes me after I stop worrying about dealing with idiots tomorrow, and the alcohol makes me fall even faster asleep. Too bad I drank too much.
Or, I thought I had gone to sleep. I am now in a forest with green trees, and a cloudless sky. I looked around the place, and a white light appeared before me. It sparkles and changes shape into a guy. A very sexy guy with short dark blond hair, spiked, and the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. Built too, but he was not ordinary guy since cream colored wings are sticking out of his back. It didn’t matter since the moment I saw him I forgot everything, and nothing really mattered except him. He is all I can think about. He is all I ever wanted, and I knew he was mine since I’ve never felt that way about anyone before. Weird. He is the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen, and made me forget about my ex douche.
He smiled at me and said, “We will meet again my angel…” Then he disappeared. Damn it come back….
I wake up the next morning disappointed it was just a dream, and all I want to do is go to sleep, and see the cute angel again. The angel who is my other half, and knows me better than anyone else. I feel drawn to him, and if only it were real instead of a dream. I knew he was someone special in my life, but reality brings me back to the fact that I’m alone and in a dead end retail job where the only way up is to ass kiss. And to the ex-Austin who puts his new bitches in my face, and he has actually ignored one of them and he was smiling at his phone so probably cheating on her with another. He isn’t a good catch since he is a loud mouth douche with baby mama drama. His family was the worst by giving me hope when there wasn’t any.
I have to go into work though anyway to earn a paycheck as shitty pay as it is. At least until I don’t feel like hiding anymore. Or, I don’t feel like taking Salem, my stupidvisor’s shit. He is a nasty asshole, and enjoys torturing me. Saying I should show up like I’m a slacker, and taking vacations every chance he can get leaving me with a mess to deal, with not even bothering to tell me what’s going on. Treating me like a dumbass. Everyone hates him like I do. ‘Pick it up, go faster, move with a purpose.’ Sorry I don’t have superpowers, and I hate doing five departments at once. They give us too much in too little time.
I get up to shower and dress in my slave uniform. And I take Tylenol for my headache since hangovers are the worst.
Black pants, and a red shirt with a stupid name tag. Angeline is my full name but I put Angel for short so they don’t have to say my full name. I even put on makeup and accessories. My shift starts in a few hours leaving me time to ponder. 12:00-9:00 today! Before I do anything I put on my crystal quartz, and program it to block the signals of the brains of the many customers that walk through the doors of Kyle’s General Store. Even block it from the other employees’ brains. I know how they feel.
Kyle’s General store is a store that also has groceries, as well as shoes, jewelry, accessories, clothes, and various departments that deal with the home. I don’t go to the grocery side till the 2:00 shape up. It’s off Surrey road in a rich part of town, and the customers can be snobby.
I get a move on to go there dreading driving on Surrey road the main one in Crystal Crest which is run by psychics. Music blares from my stereo drowning out the annoying noises of cars, and trucks with drivers too big for their britches.
I can feel people in their cars like pulsing mounds of energy with emotions buzzing like bees. People are angry, sad, mad, and happy while driving their cars to wherever. I grab my opal ring on the black rough dashboard, and put it on the metal making their energy even duller so I cannot feel shit. I hate feeling people anyway, and I have been dealing with this since high school.
These stones I am wearing will give me the energy I need to block the crowds on Black Friday. It’s November the 25th, and since I don’t have anyone to celebrate with I don’t mind working since it will help me take my mind off things.
Today is one of the busiest days in retail besides the day before Christmas with people itching to get their hands on the latest gadget, television, tablet, and deals they would not normally have every day. I get to the parking lot amidst the crazy drivers, park my Karcano, and turn off the car. I sit there in silence and close my eyes. Shielding the emotions to block it all out.
I imagine my body’s aura around me, and surround my whole body with metal like a tower blocking everything out. I imagine a rock around my body, and it enables me to fully block out everything. Nothing can get through except for my own thoughts in my head. I don’t want to feel anything for the next few hours from people. I can read minds as well as feel their feelings.
It really sucks when I am folding clothes and a random thought pops up that isn’t mine.
Fully prepared I walk through the door of the crowded store. I see the front end registers already busy with customers shopping with carts full of goods. People checking out, and the beeps of ringing of the items as they are being passed across the register scanner.
“Hey, Angel you finally made it?”
I smile when I heard that voice since I know who it belongs to all too well.
Kalisa Stryker my light at the end of this shitty retail tunnel. She is also my best friend, and one I can vent to at a bar at the end of a long, shitty work day full of assholes.
“Yep, I did though I wish I hadn’t since a nice customer went and messed up my hard work…”
Kalisa has wild auburn curls, yellowish green catlike eyes, and green eyeshadow with a poison Ivy leaf at the end of her corners. She even has cherry plump lips that will make guys fall to their knees. She is pale like the full moon shining brightly in the sky. She does not take shit from anyone and she loves people. She always has a smile for me, and any man dumb enough to fall for it.
I have been friends with her since elementary school, and I really love the fact that she is not a mindless Kyle-kissing drone. I swear some of the employees must have sucked his dick to get the promotions they got. Or, Salem did to get to be promoted to stupidvisor. The dipshit.
“Good. We need to stick together on the battlefield with zombies scrambling for sales.” She said.
Her eyes widen when she sees the mess the customers left, “Fuck me. The piggies are out more today. That is the sixth fucked up pile of items I’ve seen.”
I smile sadly, “It won’t be the last on this hellish day.”
We begin picking up the pile the customers tore through like a lion through a gazelle. I hate it when they do that. It wastes my time when I have to pick up every individual piece, refold it, and put it back neatly then it’s messed up all over again.
Awesome day! I just hope I don’t have to watch the phones they are a pain in the ass more than anything. Apparel people are trained to watch phones since it is apart of the job. As well as putting up stock, putting things back, and watching the fitting rooms and phone. The only reason why phones can be a pain is because sometimes people don’t answer the phones in their department, and the customer gets mad at us. Everything is my fault just because I work there. My fault period.
I get everything done in an hour, and it is still crowded as I fought my way through the horde of people. People are getting mad over not getting a pair of jeans since we ran out the ones mentioned in the ad. Oops.
I really wish I was somewhere else because the energy they give off is hard for me to deal with when it is beating down on me like an echo in the room.
After I was done the supervisor Emma found me amidst all the craziness. The supervisor is a woman with long brown hair to her ass, wide black eyes, and pale skin. She wore the uniform that curved to her body versus fought it like mine always does. She had an earpiece in her ears connected to the walkie to listen in on idiot managers. She is actually one of the good managers who loves her job, unlike some of them who sit there and bitch. Some don’t do jack shit to help their sales associates. She smiles at me, and it was the wicked one that told me that one of my worst nightmare is coming true. “Since you’re done with that task I would like to have you man the jewelry counter with Dreama since she needs help while Jasmine is on her lunch.” She gives me the keys, I take them from her. The little metal keys opened the cases, and it means showing the zombies the merchandise. I mean customers…
I smiled at her even though I wanted to kill her. I hate the counter as much as I hate the register. Kyle always hangs around the front and hollers when there is no one at the counter.
“No problem only an hour right? How bad can it be?” I said using fake enthusiasm. I make my way there only to see it is already busy with non stop humans at least they found all the items since they did not have it earlier. Great! Thanks bitch for making me face the firing squad or stared at like a zoo animal. Dreama spots me her blue eyes sparkling like I saved her from dying. Her long black hair in a ponytail curled to her back, and she is tan from the beach. The uniform is perfectly molded to her body like a second skin making her curves stand out.
I got the extra keys from Emma, and head behind the counter to tag team with Dreama to thin the lines down. I service a few people by showing them pieces, and ringing them up when they are satisfied. It is not too bad things are going well until a guy comes up to the counter and asks, “Can you put a battery in my watch?”
I take the watch and examine it noticing it is not one of the brands we carry inside the store. We don’t take the batteries out unless we carry since a customer can sue us if we break their watch.
I regretfully say, “Sorry, sir due to liability issues I cannot open this watch since we don’t carry it in store.”
He glares, “You have done it before that is why I knew to come here.”
“I can’t open it since it’s not a brand we carry.” I repeat since this asshole is not getting it. And since watches have been broken before I’m not doing it.
He glares, “Then get me Kyle.” As if he can make me work on it when I’m not getting fired over an asshole’s watch.
“I’m here already sir since I saw you yell at one of my associates like a jerk.” He replied appearing out of nowhere like managers do. Of course, there is always the talking of the walkie up close also the jingle of keys can be heard too.
“Now what seems to be the problem?” He asked in a friendly tone even though he is a ruthless douche that fires without warning.
“Well,” he gave a glare my way as if I killed a puppy, “This worker refuses to open my watch since she says and I quote ‘not one we carry’ and due to liability issues. I just want a battery for my watch…” He gives Kyle wide eyes as if he can get his way…
“Unfortunately, it is true due to an associate messing up a watch that we did not carry. We had to pay for it to be repaired.” He replied apologetically.
The customer sighed, “Then how do I get it fixed?”
“Go to the mall I’m sure they have plenty of places there.” Kyle informed him.
“Okay, I guess I will leave.” Then he left the counter.
I service several more customers, and Jasmine comes back. She is a pretty caramel skinned woman with smiling brown eyes. She has long charcoal locks that seem to have a mind of their own. She comes up to me, and I hand her the keys then go back to my section. Thankfully.
But Emma finds me yet again and said, “The lines are too long, and you and Jasmine are needed at the front.”
Noooooooo! Oh the horror! Not the front registers!
Chapter 2:
I walked up to the front noticing the ones in line are glaring at me like it’s my fault the lines are long. They always seem to look at the sales associates who are putting up stock when they are waiting in line with such venom just because they are not up there servicing their every whim. The lines are now so long they are past the counter, and some are getting so impatient that they try to check out at another register like the jewelry, electronics, or sporting goods. I go to a customer service manager to get the dreaded register number since they are numbered 1-40 it is a big store, and all lit up thanks to Black Friday.
The customer service manager Melissa who has long, wavy light brown curls, and light brown eyes that can see right into your soul since she is suspicious of everyone. She wore the uniform like it was a second skin. She had the attitude to direct cashiers as if they were soldiers going into the battlefield against an army of mindless shoppers. They are mindless since they have glazed over looks in their eyes shuffling the shopping carts. I make sure she spots me, and resist the urge to hide in a clothes rack so she can’t see me I’ve tried that already and it failed. . I get my register assignment which is 5.
I plaster a smile on my face, and imagine them dead. I get up to the dreaded register, punch in my keys and yell, “I’m open.” Even though I know some of them will ask if I’m really open with my light on. They advance like zombies to my register taking merchandise and putting them on the rotating belt.
One bitch says, “Bout damn time I have been waiting forever!”
Aww…you had to wait poor baby!
I grab her items, and pass the barcode over the scanner hearing the beeps as the items scans. Then after it beeps and appears on the screen time to bag!
Fruits and vegetables are together. Dairy is separate as well as meat since meat can leak out everywhere contaminating everything. All the crushed items go in a separate bag like bread and chips. I always put eggs in a separate bag and give it to them. Lastly, no mixing chemicals with food either since you don’t want them to get mixed up and spill on something. I double bag wine and cans. Some people have particular bagging preferences, and I ask it so I won’t get yelled at. This job is easy, but the customers can make it more difficult than it needs to be.
I try to talk to the customer in front of me as I bag her items. But I get done, and then tell her the total. Even though I’d rather be anywhere but here checking out people.
“Ma’am your total is $179.28.”
Her eyes widen, “You can’t be serious I thought it would be less…”
“Taxes make it higher to keep the creatures at bay, and we wouldn’t want a werewolf eating the dogs now would we?” I replied cheerfully since we have taxes in the Crystal Crest realm high to help please the supernaturals by paying them to live in the Luxor realm so they can let us be in peace. But I would love to meet one. And this woman makes me wish I had a zombie nearby.
She glares, “Then let me take something off. I can’t believe these freaks make our taxes high. It’s bad enough the monsters under our bed are real…”
She looks at the items already in the bag, and gives me enough items to void till the total was to her liking.
“Your new total is $70.00.”
She smiles, “Thanks but you could have been nicer.” Turning me from sweet to bitchy in 2.5 seconds because they treat the people behind the counter like dogs. Or servants.
“Yes, maybe but you need to factor in tax before you jump down my throat for something I can’t control.”
She glares again turning to bitchy, “You need to learn manners.”
“Whatever, take your shit, and stop arguing with me over stupid tax dollars.” I fire back.
She takes her bags after I give her the receipt, but not before I erase the memory of me being mean and give her new ones. I do it because people like her complain all the time. I’ve had this ability since high school when I wanted to erase a moment that has happened like the school bully laughing as I slip on paper. I have powers and I use them for fun. Maybe one day I can find someone from there to see why I have all these powers, and I can’t go there because only a real supernatural creature will be able to feel the entrance to the realm and know its location. Also running so it’s not like I can ask what I am.
After the bitch customer left the people after her are nice, and it almost makes me not hate the register almost.
I turn around and there is a cashier to relieve me of this spot in hell.
“Good luck.” I told her.
I go back to apparel only to have this lady in a motorized scooter flag me down like a dog. “Where is there a price checker?” and she repeated her question again like she thought I was deaf and stupid.
I take her to the jewelry checker, and scan the belts. “How is it full price when it was in the clearance section?” she asks me as if it was my fault it was ringing up full price.
“The belts are mixed in together there is sale price and clearance price items mixed in.” I tell her.
“Well then shouldn’t it be moved to a different section there was 20 of them.”
I repeat the same thing.
“I don’t think you are understanding me it should not be mixed in with the clearance items.” She said treating me like a dumbass once again.
“I do understand you but they are mixed in, and it’s not my fault because if it was clearance there would be a red tag. I know how to do my job bitch.” I tell her not playing nice because of how she is treating me.
“Wow…okay.” She replies and rolls off hopefully into traffic where she will get ran over by a car.
I make it back to the fitting room, and I check in the baskets to see the clothes. I gather a few of them. I start to put them in their spots. While I hung up a shirt I spot Kyle doing his usual walk around the store. To my horror he spots me, “Good morning.” Even though it is 4:00 in the bloody afternoon.
I smile back a fake retail smile, “Hi, to you too sir. I hope you enjoy your day.” Once I acknowledge him he walks away. I have already tried running away. He caught me so that was a bust. I was taking away the trash. Then I heard the cries to the register after the lines kept backing up. I ran to put away the trash so I can get up to the front. I saw Kyle, and ran the other way hoping he did not see me. Instead, he pulls me into the office to accuse me of running away from my responsibilities. Nope, I didn’t run away to hide from the register. He just loves to put me on it since he knows how badly I hate it.
I jump for joy when I go back to folding bliss since it allows me to fold on autopilot, and allowed me to daydream about leaving. The crowd died down at 4:30 which means I can fold without some jackass messing it up. I hate it just get me to get the size you want so you wont mess up my neat piles.
Kalisa comes back, “The fuckers pulled me too, and if they hire more cashiers this would not have to happen. We need to be on the sales floor doing our stupid jobs.”
I go to the time clock and clock out. I make my way to find lunch. I really love having an hour to myself, and I usually go out instead of staying in the store since I can’t stand Kyle. I get out of there and head to my friend Ginger’s shop. She is a local witch or supposedly is, I just think she is a new age human who loves oils and incense. I have known her since I started purchasing the stones from her. She knows about me being able to feel people’s emotions. She is the one who suggested which stones to use. I come to her during my lunch at 5:00 to get away.
I park my car and the cool air greets me wishing I had more on. It is now 5:00 right now and I have till 6:00 for my break. I open the rough door, and the bell jingles. Once I step in the smell of incense calms me, and I recognize the calming chamomile scent. Yum. It calms me down making my problems melt away. I love the smell, and it makes my stress from the assholes at Kyle’s melt. I see Ginger behind the counter her green eyes lighting up into a smile on her face when she sees me.
“Hey, how have you been?” She asks noticing the relaxed look on my face.
I smile, “I’m alive aren’t I? It has been a hectic Black Friday shift. I just need to get out of there before their energy drains me.”
“Do you want me to cleanse you from it?” she asks since she knows it can put a damper on my day when dealing with their negative energy. I can feel the weight of the customers bringing my energy level down. Just like theirs every time they come into the damn store.
I nod, “That’ll be good. I will like it, and I’m going to need it to get through the rest of the shift.”
“Yes, I know you need it since you’re naturally sassy, but their energy can build up to the point where it can overload your system. Follow me.”
I follow Ginger to the back to her cleansing room, and I love the smell since it’s filled with lavender. There is a chair in the middle of a circle with candles. I sit on the chair watching the candles flicker and sway then close my eyes.
Ginger puts her hands on me mumbling the chant to cleanse me while lifting the negative energy blocks the customers left in their wake. They send their energy toward me every time they yell, and it’s a horrible blast of energy putting a damper on my day. I feel it being lifted off me and I can breathe now. It burns at some point as a person left their hooks in my aura. Negative people use hooks to feed off your life force without doing it, and the fucker must be Kyle. He has been on my case ever since I started working there six years ago. She stops five minutes later, and I get off the table.
She smiles at me, “Feel better?”
I nod, “Good as new since I had no idea Kyle had his hooks in me till now.I’m happy I can finally breathe now.”
“It was a nasty hook, too with barbs coming in showing he was a real piece of work.” she said.
“I bet he has had it out for me since day one.” I told her.
“There is something I want to ask you though, and a question I haven’t asked you before. Do you believe in angels?” she asked.
My eyebrow rose, “Like halo, wings, and the things you meet when you die?”
She laughs, “Not like that but they do have wings. They live in a realm separate from ours like in the Luxor realm. Or course, you do need to fly to get to certain places, or ride the friendly angel dragons.”
“Okay, why did it not happen before?” I said.
“Not the right time, and if one angel can see what you are then the rest will follow. The dark one Zackary will too, and they will try to steal your powers to escape Hell.” she said. Huh? There must be some LSD in the incense she has lit…
My mind tries to process what she says, but it’s too much right now. “I have to go. This is too much right now…” I leave the room, exit the store, and head to my car. Work is on my mind now, and I can’t deal with this right now…
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Today was a bad day, getting yelled at by the boss, since a customer complained about my attitude again. All because I would not watch her stuff while she tried on things. Am I really supposed to stand in place, and stop what I am doing to help her? Please, like I care about a stupid complaint like that. The managers run you ragged to the ground making you watch multiple departments at once, and I hated every minute of going to that shitty store. I hate it with a fiery passions since I could be doing more with my life.
It was not out of energy the bitch did not know how to work it at all. Dumbass.
They yell at us for not getting everything done when we are doing everything we can.
I have to deal with the idiots berating me and treating me like I’m stupid.
Miserable and trapped in a dead end job. Human brains can be too much in a crowded store, and with wall to wall people it can be straight up hell. Misery even.
Very snobby and expect discounts since they exist and we should all bow to them.
I hate the 2:00 shape up since it’s a time when everyone is pulled to the side to straighten everything up. I have no idea why since the terrors mess it up hours later.
I take deep breaths as I pass by people, and nearly get hit by an asshole not paying attention to where his cart is going.
Whatever. Fuck you too. I hate this place.
I make my way through the crowd ignoring the customers dumb enough to bug me when I’m not even on the clock. Fuck that since I can get fired for working off it anyway.
“How much is this?” a dumbass asks.
“Does it say a price?” I ask wondering how stupid this customer is.
He looked at the item in question, “Yeah, it says $5.”
“Then that is what the price is.”
I really wanted to say beats the shit out of me, but it is against company policy.
I pass by all the departments to get to the fitting room to clock in for work, and I begin the next stages of hell…I mean my shift to work at this lovely establishment.
The first thing I do is find out what is going on since there is usually a supervisor to tell me what to do. Forget about some of the workers they don’t know what is going on, anyway. Neither do the supervisors at times they are just as clueless as the workers themselves, and even the managers. The black tape that was keeping the products in its nice safe packaging is removed leaving zombies…I mean customers to get whatever products they want their dirty hands on.
They grab enough to fill their shopping carts not leaving any for other nice shoppers to buy it. $5 for 5 shirts. $1 for 1 item, some grab enough to clothe a family for four years, and then return it the next day just because. Greedy bastards in my opinion buying stuff they don’t need all because of a stupid store sale that comes once a year.I make my way through the flood of people crowding the store like fish in a stream, or more like zombies in a horror movie not after flesh. It’s a nightmare.
The questions I get asked on the way to the tables are laughable. Is this for sale? Is this discounted? Is this really the price? No, it is just a random number we put on there to confuse the shit out of you. If it was on sale there would be a blue sticker if not it’s obviously not on sale.
No, you can’t get a discount since you want to be an asshole about it.
It is the price what else would it be a dildo?
I directed another customer to an item when it was right behind him.
I finally get to my station only to have a huge pile of reject clothes no one wants to buy. Ones they have tried on but it did not fit. Or they just leave clothes in a random spot because they are too lazy to put it back where they found it. Great! I sort through the wonderful piles of shirts, shoes, socks, underwear, and other articles of clothing to make it easier on everyone. Some awesome person took items out of the packages, and left them on pegs. Bastards. 3 carts worth and even more at the day goes by, and even more in the days after it. Days like today I actually wish I didn’t have to hide. Anything but this shit…
A customer comes up to the fitting room desk who is an old lady who looks like she could bake cookies, and then poison you with it all in one shot, “Do you have this item in green?” She asks as she holds up the item in her hand.
I look at the item a plain black shirt, and one of the black friday items. I take the item from her and search for it for her amidst all the grabbing while trying really hard not to hit people with their own stupid full carts. I find the display with it in hand, and search for the item it is not going to be there since it’s sold out. OUT! It has been out for sometime.
I tell her the dreadful news, “Nope, no green all that is left is black, red, and pink.”
Her face falls then she smiles, “Well, can you check in the back because maybe not everything is put out yet?”
I sigh, “The items in the back are all on the sales floor.”
She glares, “Thanks anyway for being a lazy employee.” She walks away.
It makes me tired to hear that people think we have a magical back when we don’t. Our backroom is filled with overstock items which are binned. I continue folding clothes at a table ravaged by customers. I got half a side done. A few minutes later I see a lady come up to the side I just straightened, and she took a shirt unfolded it and left it there she was looking for her size and wrecking everything else in the process. She did it to every single shirt on the straight side, and did not have the decency to put it away.
I grudgingly refolded the side and finished the other side wanting to strangle the lady with the shirts. They were in a messy heap on the floor and I fixed them like a good drone would. Giving a glare her way.
Kyle walked away to bug someone else, and get on their ass about something stupid. And it ends like that sometimes, and sometimes the customer is not an asshole about it.
The first thing I hated about being register trained was being called to the front because people there suck. It is too fast, and there are too many brains for me to handle. Not to mention they are rude to the cashiers, blame everything on them, and treat them like they are stupid.
Fuck this day! I’d rather deal with Next Star then deal with this shit…But no I have to anyway.
The register everyone always goes to because they are too lazy to go to another one. Joy! I take a deep breath, and walk to the registers ignoring the glares the people waiting in line are giving me. In my head the death march is playing in my head because I fucking hate it. It sucks because the people in line usually snap at you over stupid stuff. The shoppers eyes narrowed at me since they have to wait in line with their carts full of crap they don’t need.
It adds up bitch, especially when you don’t keep track of the money you are spending. Dumb fucks…
Then I deal with another dick that made me wish I could program them to jump off a cliff.
I scan his items, and tell him the total.
His eyes narrow at me as if I offended him by the total, “Wait, that’s supposed to be 2 for $2.00 not $4.00.”
One of those guys…Kill me now.
I give him my fakest smile even though I wanted to wring his neck, “No problem, sir I can fix it.”
I meant to hit the void button but I accidentally hit the enter. “You charged it again.” Thanks asshole for pointing out my flaws. Dick.
“I told you I can fix it sir you don’t need to treat me that way.” I tell him since he is being a real dick about it.
I think on how to make it so it shows up that way, and shit head is giving me looks like he doesn’t think I can do the job. And that I’m an idiot who can’t do math.
“Aren’t you supposed to know how to do your job?” he asked me, and I felt like shooting the shit right in the face. I had to add it up and math is not my strong suit. I put it at $1.25 since that’ll work, and tell him. “$2.56.” he gives me change and I put it in the register.
“You’re supposed to give me back $8.00.”
“I know that, you rude shit head.”
I give him his change and say, “Thanks for the attitude when it’s not my fault the register never showed the adjusted price.”
He glared at me, “Watch your mouth or else I will have your job.”
“Take it asshole being fired is better than dealing with idiots like you.” Then I fucked with his mind to make him be nicer to people behind the counter. Dicks like him make this job harder than it should be.
She trails off, but I know how she feels since I hate it too. I continue to fold, and go back to the fitting room to get more all clothes to put away. I no longer have to worry about getting pulled to the front. Days like today make me wish I was not register trained. I fold and hang till my break is here, and I can finally have a rest to calm my nerves when dealing with idiots.
I take off my nametag and head to the back.
A customer pulls me aside like usual since they have nothing else better to do then to annoy the shit out of me.
“Do you work here?” He asked in a confused tone not realizing I’m not wearing a nametag anymore.
I look at him dead in the eye with my eyebrow raised, “Am I wearing a nametag?”
“No, but you are wearing the uniform…so I thought you did.” he said.
“Then I’m on break, and I don’t work here till I put back on my nametag.” I told him.
“Then can you get someone not on their break so I can find the price of the item?” he asked like he didn’t just hear I was on break.
I look at the item in question, and it clearly has the price labeled on it. “It says it right here…use your eyes and stop being lazy.”
He glared, but I don’t care. I don’t even bother hearing his reply since I’m so hungry. I just want to eat instead of listening to this asshole bitch.
Bitchy Veronica treated me like a dog. I hated her, and I wish I could burn her hair off her dry soulless head.
Old lady customers are the worst. They treat you like a servant, and expect you to do everything for them. It was a struggle for one of the jewelry girls to tell an old lady her order was not there since she kept not understanding it. Then an old lady tells one of them to take the plastic holders keeping the watches in place off. Then there is the old man who yelled about having to take his non Kyle brand watch to another store after yelling about getting a manager as if they can solve everything. I hate retail, and I hope to God the witch thing is actually true so I can get out of this awful place.
I continued straightening the racks, and making sure everything is off the floor.
A customer flags me down, “Do you have anymore of these in the back?” She holds up a pair of shirts exclusively for Black Friday.
“Are those the only ones in the area?” I asked her wanting to hit her for being so stupid.
“Yes, there isn’t anymore left, and I need it in a size medium 8-10.” She said as if I can make them appear by magick and I can’t.
I gave her a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry since we only get a limited amount of those shirts for the event once we run out then we are out.”
Her look turned to one of hatred, “So you won’t check in the back for me?”
“No, ma’am since this is all we have for the event everything is out.” I told her since we are all out, and I can’t pull anymore out of my ass.
“Thanks for nothing.” She spat making me wonder why I can’t slap her because of how rude she is. Stupid bitch it’s not my fault we are out yet it’s still taken out on me.
I’m quitting and finding something that does not want to make me hang myself every time I come in.
You really can get discouraged working here since it shows you how horrible people can be toward retail workers.
A better environment then Kyle’s since half of the customers are miserable pieces of shit. I hate going to work dealing with them because by the time I’m done with my shift I’m depressed. Finding out I was an angel witch is the best thing that could happen to me. I will never have to deal with the miserableness of Kyle’s general store again.
I get asked enough at work where everything is, and I can find it myself instead of asking a sales associate for it since I’m not a lazy asshole.
I hate the customers that come through Kyle’s since they yell at you over things you can’t control. Don’t get me started on the supervisors since half of them don’t know how to do their jobs. I hate it one even made sure I went to the zone by asking my coworker if I went even going as far as getting another supervisor to keep track of me. I hate it. There is a reason why I’m leaving it all behind me.
“I’m constantly overworked by Kyle the evil store manager and his bitchy assistant does not help either. Yelling at me to do things when we are so short handed and I’m running different departments. Me having to fight the customers service manager to not get on the register since a few people have to have breaks, and I’m watching phones and another service area. Being cross trained in different departments when there is no one there to cover it. It sucks. I though I’d be stuck where I am till college, and it’s a different story now.
No doing two departments or more at once with stupid demanding customers, and I can be happy…
I can’t stand Penny either since she is a shitty manager. I was done with being treated like shit there, and Megan was a pain since she punished me twice for a mistake I made. I mean come on it was an accident. I didn’t deliberately break the watch…I’m tired of being worked to the bone for a company that doesn’t care. Sometimes doing phones, fitting room, shoes, jewelry and accessories is a pain in the ass. It’s a pain when I have to watch them all at once. Then if you do one job right you get yelled at for doing another. I was watching the phones and fitting room but got yelled at for writing work stuff and not zoning shoes since I hate it…I don’t like being in charge of multiple things since we are so short staffed. Then don’t get me started on the bullshit favoritism. This cunt pretty much tried to accuse me of sleeping with her ex, and it wasn’t even true. She ignores me one day, and the next she gossips about me to her coworker saying I bet you she wont even admit to it. Come on…I hate her ass. I can’t wait to leave her behind. I have to act like I like her even though I hate her and hope she dies. Everyone around me hates her too. She just walks around doing nothing, and she acts like she owns the place. I dread seeing her but at least I don’t have to deal with her for very long.
Then I can move on to something more important than picking up after idiots and answering their dumb questions. I’m also sick of being treated like shit by people who can’t even shop for themselves. Kyle is irritating as fuck and Megan needs to go away.
At least retail will go away for good, and I’ll be better off without it. Retail sucks on a day to day basis. Just the thought of going to Kyle’s is enough to make me sick. The people working there are idiots and one tried to get me fired over his stupid watch breaking on me. He just had to get me to adjust it instead of letting a professional do it. Then the fucker had the balls to take it to someone else while she was watching the counter. She didn’t even work there, and the fucker had the nerve to tell the manager too. Fuck this place. And don’t even get me started on dealing with the customer service people some of them. I especially hate the asshole Travis since he called a manager because I didn’t want to go on register since I had to relieve my friend for break. They act like they own us, and there are like 3 of them that won’t fight me on the keys. Since I’m one of three jewelry people I hope they find someone else to replace me.
It’s a long process when I’m there. The customers treat you like you are stupid. I’m sick of it and I’ll be happy when I’m done with it. Just need to get through the weekends. I’ll finally be done. I sigh and sit down at a nearby chair. It’s comfortable. I stretch out and feel the muscles straining. Tension went away. I was ready.
I hate the thought of going back to that store dealing with Kyle, and dealing with the idiot customers. A feeling of dread hits me everytime I go to that horrible place. Kyle is an asshole, and I can’t wait to be done with his shit. It sucks the managers can’t schedule you and have a computer do it instead. They also under pay you too. I’m done with it all. And I never have to see douchebag with his ugly pig since he is dead. I can’t wait to move on from Kyle’s and start my new life.
I hate the thought of going back to that store dealing with Kyle, and dealing with the idiot customers. A feeling of dread hits me everytime I go to that horrible place. Kyle is an asshole, and I can’t wait to be done with his shit. It sucks the managers can’t schedule you and have a computer do it instead. They also under pay you too. I’m done with it all. And I never have to see douchebag with his ugly pig since he is dead. I can’t wait to move on from Kyle’s and start my new life.
We need all the help we can get, and I was ready to get my two weeks over with at this point. I was sick of all the gossipy idiots at work, and thankfully I don’t have to see dead asshole and his pig. People at work used to point him out, and they want to see me bothered by it. I have better things to do then to be at a job that doesn’t give a shit about employees. They are cutting hours and treating overworked employees like dogs. I was ready to go. At least it’s over. No shitty hours, coworkers, customers or managers. No Kyle stuffing me on the front end when he knows I hate it. No bitch telling me to move faster and stop talking.
My uniform will be destroyed and I will gladly give them my nametag. I no longer wanted to work retail, and I won’t be back either. No running two departments at once, and no angry customers mad over watches. No more customers who get mad and blame me over breaking their watch because they just had to have a battery. And bye to idiots who treat me like I’m stupid and don’t know how to do my job. It’s boring and I can do this job drunk.
Kyle will run you ragged and the scheduling is shit. They will put as few people as possible to save money and run them to the ground. I’ve wanted to rage quit, and I drank after my shifts too. It’s a wasteland where dreams go to die. I hate it, and the scheduling is done by drunk monkeys. I grab my shit, give Felix a kiss, and head out the door. I stayed at my apartment and I’ll stay till I quit then move. I get in my car and put on the seat belt then turn on the ignition. The car starts up, and I make my way to Hell..Kyle’s I mean. I hate the drive there since people suck at driving. I make my way there less crappy by playing music. I flip off a person driving like grandma since it’s 45 and she is going under the speed limit. Then once I evaded granny a person rode my ass speeding. I get out of their way…
It’s a better use of my time then retail. I feel like it’s mostly walking people to items in front of them. Or teach them how to use their own card. Today is also slow as fuck. It doesn’t pick up till the weekends.
I hate answering questions about items too since I don’t control it. I don’t control products. I also don’t have any idea when the items come in since the companies make it and send it to us. Same goes for prices since I don’t make them.
I hate him for it and he is a lazy piece of shit. He makes me do his work on top of mine, and sometimes I end up cleaning after him. I’ll be happy to leave. Everyone knows it and some are jealous since they are stuck.
I see the ones where it was only me and another person. I also got a call that day where the customer wanted to know if we carried a certain item. I asked over the walkie and they said no, and she also sucked at describing the item to me which didn’t help. I told her we didn’t and she said she will look anyway. Okay, and the bitch calls back to point out she found it, and she has worked for Kyle’s before. Okay, but I don’t work in the area, and I don’t know where everything is either. You can’t expect me to memorize all the items either. When I don’t know where something is I tell them I don’t know it, and even offer to find someone who does.
The entries even point out the fact that customers count items to us like we are stupid. They even ask us about items and why the companies stop carrying them when all we do is stock. I keep wanting to direct them to the company website since complaining there is more helpful than bitching to me.
I hope you enjoyed this, and I will post the links when it goes live!
This is going to be great news! I have the cover for the first AngelWitch book, and it will be out sometime next week! This is one of the best covers, and I couldn’t wait for it. AngelWitch took me 7 years to write, and it’s the story of how she became an AngelWitch, and met her Angelmate protector Felix. And did I mention dragons too? There is also spider shifters, and you can see the Supercelestial realm too. It’s been a long time coming! It’s a series, and it will follow the witches as they get discovered and find their mates! I’ll let you know as soon as it’s out because I can’t wait for you to meet her!!!
Retail is not for everyone, and Black Friday is something every retail worker dreads working on. They are required to work it since it’s a major retail holiday, and everyone is rushing out to buy the latest gadget, clothing item, cookware, or even game amidst all the crowds. And working there today you come across a lot of interesting people, and some can be rude too. Even annoying! Here are the things retail customers say to retail workers on Black Friday!!
Where is this item?
Will this coupon work?
Are you sure it won’t work?
This doesn’t say special on it…
It will be a long night for you…
I want a gift card then if you can’t give me cash…
Do you know where a coupon is?
Do you have the ad with you?
Have you seen the item that is $9.99?
It was supposed to be $5.99 not $7.99…
Line is long…going to be a long night for you…(Thanks for reminding me..)
Oh well I just want to see how much it is. I don’t know if I want it yet…
Is there a coupon you can use to take it down?
What is the price of the item….
Do you have anymore tvs yet?
Do you know off hand where a certain item is even though I didn’t tell you the brand?
Do you work here? (Why am I wearing a nametag?)
You’re so short….(I get it I look like a kid but come on why comment?)
Enjoy your thanksgiving! (Even though it’s your fault we are working…)
How much is it with the rebate?
How do I do the rebate?
How much was it before the special?
Do you have a trash?
Is this the only one you have in stock?
Are you sure you are out?
Where is the item you have in the ad even though I’m standing right in front of it?
Is this the item that is $79.99?
When will the sale end?
But she told me you can pick up the items on Black Friday…
Can you check to see if the item is scanning up at that price? And this one? And this one? Sorry to be a pain.
Oh, and can you give me a box?
Can you give me a gift receipt?
I’m sorry you have to work instead of being home with your family?
Did you enjoy your thanksgiving?
Do I have to use the store card to get the discount?
Do I get a discount if I use the store card?
Do you have to be a store member to get the discount?
What do you mean you are sold out of the very popular item?
Phones rang all day over items and customers get mad we are out…Really?
Ma’am you check out for Black Friday at 6, and yes you can check out with normal stuff too!
Oh too bad I can’t buy lip gloss since stuff is blocking the way….We don’t have a good sale like last year? Thanks…
Thanks ma’am for yelling at me because you could not get a soda when it was roped off, and thanks guy for being rude since someone said you could….
One Black Friday people went over the tape and complained about being stopped. The ropes are there for a reason…
So there you have it since it’s a crazy day for retail workers, and I hope you enjoy your day. Good things are coming including me trunking the rough draft of the first Scarlet book, and reworking it!
