Angeline is live!!!

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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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Not everything word wise makes it to the final product, and revisions mean cutting words. It means chopping sentences to make the words flow.   

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!

 

Jessica

 

AngelWitch Cover reveal!!!!

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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!!!

Enjoy the night,

Jessica!

Black Friday is almost here Retail Workers Prepare!

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It’s almost that time of year again, and I can say that I can’t wait until it’s done. Black Friday is by far the craziest day in retail history, and it’s a day where people come out to get the best deals they can find just one day. Doorbusters, special sales, and low prices everywhere. A day retail workers would rather drink to forget since it can be the craziest, most demanding day of the year! A day I have worked a lot, since working retail means that day is required. It’s crazy, insane, and the lines are out the door. A day that I have come to dread too since people can be crazy with crowds so thick you can barely walk. There are ways to get through it, and here are some tips.
Wear good shoes.
Have a game plan!
Plan on ringing for hours and clean up after messy people.
Drink after the shift, play video games, and relax.
Make sure to let the customers attitudes roll over you.
Pain medication helps after a shift.
Brace yourselves for craziness too!
Here is an excerpt of my book Tales from Behind the Counter of the craziness of Black Friday!
Day 1 of Kyle’s General Store Black Friday Diaries:
This is the first day out of five that I will be working for Black Friday weekend. I started my shift at 2pm. As soon as I got in the door before clocking in for my shift I saw the black dividers up near the jewelry counter and HBA section for the event lines. Yay! They were already blowing up the balloons in customers service to mark where the Black Friday items are. It was interesting seeing the black and red balloons with the name of the items. Kyle’s tries to make things easy for the customers to find the line they are looking for. They still ask where the item lines are even though they are right in front of it.
After clocking in I make my way to jewelry to find out what is going on, and a customer asks me, “Are you an associate?” Really dumbass? I was wearing the stupid uniform and the fucking name tag and vest proclaiming I was one. Did you eat a bowl of dumbass for breakfast? Like my awesome professor from SouthBend said. Can you read? I was tired thanks to staying up till 1 am finishing a school paper that was due the next day. All I had the energy for was giving him an Are you that stupid? Kind of look. I answered his question directing him to the shirts anyway. Then later a woman asks, “Where is the women’s section?” I tell her right behind her, and she says, “I see the juniors and petite. I meant the one for bigger women.” I point her in the direction of the size she was looking for and all she had to do was keep going down the sections. Lazy bitch! We have signs that tell you where everything is, and that is like the asshole asking where the jewelry and watches are when it is right in the front of the store. 3oclock hit and we had to straighten items in grocery I don’t get why since they are messed up 5 minutes later by asshole customers. In the back when I was putting away the cardboard after the straighten up thing. I see the cherry red While Supplies Last Black Friday items on a pallet wrapped up in tape. Some are filled with clothes, house ware items, and electronics. The aisles are already starting to be cleared to make room for the lines. Stands in the middle are being removed so it wont get in the way of crowds. Another guy asks me if I work at the jewelry counter. I have the case open and the keys are in it….Really? Why the fuck would I be standing there if I didn’t work there? Stupid people shop there I swear. I work thanksgiving so I’ll have more funny stories then since that is when the action starts. It wasn’t too bad customer wise only dumbasses that day.
Kyle’s Diary Stories Day Fucking 2:
Now it is time for the action! The day everyone loses their minds over over-priced items they can get regularly. My shift started at 3pm and lasted till 12am. Already when I first got there 4 cop cars are sitting in the parking lot. People have cleared the way for the lines, and the items for the sales are on the floor wrapped up till 6pm. I was nervous in a way, but more awake then the day before. They are giving out free food for the employees. Yellow tape is blocking various aisles for the line. People are already in line to get their items. The calm before the storm since not many people are shopping. Then the chaos begins, and this is my first Black Friday working since they ignored my availability rules. Dicks. I hate it.
I’m in jewelry safe behind the counter and I’ve already had someone ask me where stuff is and I take a flyer to find out where the jewelry items are some watches in lingerie and some near crafts on pallet displays. Around 5:45 it got crazy and my coworker forgot to give me the keys so I was waiting for the manager to open the safe. Meanwhile, I was cleaning up a display that a customer ran into. I was cleaning it up while people were asking questions I thought it was in the case. It wasn’t but luckily they found out where the sale items are, and they were brought out. Yay! I got the keys and everything was good. It was crazy lines are all the way to apparel. Every register is open, and people are grabbing stuff left and right. I had to answer questions to people, and deal with rude assholes. A lady gave me shit about a necklace asking if it was fake, and I told her it was real since it did not say plated. Later her daughter made her apologize. It was crowded and people were being dicks when the prices came out wrong.
People were trying to cut lines and the employees wouldn’t allow it. The sales in toys was the worst with people pushing and shoving each other out of the way. They were grabbing items like it is out of style. They kept asking where the jewelry was and it was all lined in a row on one side of the counter. A lady was rude in saying, “Is there anyone there to help me?” I told her, “I work here.” Another asshole, “Do you work in jewelry?” Well no shit dipshit I’m wearing a fucking vest, nametag, and outfit… Lady on a mobile cart wanting to try on stuff and saying, “I wont waste your time.” Then she knocked over a display. Then later as I’m picking up a peg that has fallen, “Oh I didn’t do that I swear it wasn’t me.” I ignored it. Taking items to be put back to the displays a guy asks, “What do you have?” I tell him. No, I didn’t have his size. Did I have any more in the back? No’ all the items are already on the floor. What would you do if I cried because you didn’t have my size? I’d laugh. I mean really it’s not my fault we ran out of your size. We put shit out and that’s it we don’t have anymore in the magical back.
It was crazy, busy, and too full of people. Once I got over the craziness I got used to it. The attitudes made me pissed being treated like a dog, but I got all my Black Friday shopping done. I have enough alcohol to be set for months when people piss me off enough to drink. 3 days to go! I think I just might have a drink at home, and at least I met a cute guy that night.

Day 3 of Kyle’s General Store Black Friday Diaries:
My shift did not start until 2pm, and the excitement last night has died down today! There are still items left over from last night in the little boxes they come in. The store is still a mess as people leave shit in all the wrong places. Its not as busy as yesterday which was fucking insane. My first dick of the day. Stands there at the counter: I’m ready. He sees the other watches he missed. Oh, I’m not done looks at more stands. I’m ready. Whatever. I ring his shit up, and he leaves.
Comes back and asks, “Can you put a battery in this?”
“Only if we carry them in the store.” I tell him quoting the policy like a robot.
“Okay, it’s not one.” He leaves.
Another person whose watch I can do. I try my hardest to get the back off but the latch is hammered on too much. Did assholes watch cause it turned out his wife did get it from here. He said it as if I was a dumbass, and he was right. They all do. I straighten up shoes and have to answer more questions for lazy customers. One woman wanted to know where the fitting room was and all she had to do was walk past shoes.
Another lady: Do you work here?
Me: I think I do…
I took over phones for an hour and had to search for a fancy desk that we stopped carrying. Nothing from the AD is left. Same lady calls back twice asking for shit in the ad and we are fucking out. Line 1 for the assistant got too impatient, hung up, and said he got disconnected. Asshole router called again because he was on hold and got disconnected. The next caller goes into a story I don’t care about. I told her I can transfer her to customer service. And she said, “I imagine so.” Fuck you too.
Next Caller:
“Thank you for calling _________ how may I help you?”
“Is this___?” Duh. I just said it asshole.
Lady called the fitting room when she was in the store because she needed help getting items on the top shelf and two employees walked by and said they couldn’t help her. One customer asked a cashier to fold her clothes for her. Last asshole of the day. I transfer him to electronics, and they don’t answer call comes back. Is there anybody working in electronics? I told him I can check. Well, if there isn’t anybody working there then I’m not going to worry about it. He yells, and that was day 3. Dealing with dicks and assholes the entire day is draining. I’m going to a bar after this just to drink away the stupid.

Day 4 of Kyle’s General Store Diaries:
Finally back to my normal shifts for the weekend. The craziness died down today, and it’s a normal crazy Saturday. Nothing but straightening up since its still a mess from the past two days. I’m happy to say Day 5 is a short one. Thank god! I was on the phones for a break, and trying to find an item for a lady. She was rude though saying, “Well, can you look for it again because you don’t seem to know what you are talking about.” Thanks bitch and you’re the one who couldn’t even tell me the proper brand for that item. I really hope you suck a dick, and all I said was, “Thanks I will.” Not even bothering to be mean to her. Another woman complains about waiting for 30 minutes for someone in jewelry it was not that long. She asked about the system, and I told her they would have told me about it. They called and no one came she says. Sure, lying bitch. The customers were mainly nice except for a few people. It wasn’t too crazy either just straightening up. Nothing wild and crazy since the excitement lying down. There was a lady getting mad that I accidently hung up, and did not put her on hold. Oops! There was a lady trying to argue with me about a television in stock. Whatever. I also have super powers because when I touched a few of the watches the customers wanted me to repair they would magicaly start ticking. Interesting day! There are still some boxes left over from Black Friday still. That was my day, and I will be starting my last day of working five in a row tomorrow.

Day 5 of Kyle’s General Store Black Friday Diaries:
I’m happy to say it’s my last day of working five in a row. Thank god I’m looking forward to having the next two days off. Nothing really going on yet since its been slow. My shift started at 5:30 this time I’m only there for 4 ½ hours which is better than 8. I’ve had more good customers than bad ones. The customers today haven’t been bad at all. One lady getting a surprise present for her daughter. A customer was demanding when she said that one right there, and not even bothering to be more specific. Don’t just say that one, give me a description and a price I can’t read your mind bitch. A guy wanted to look at a watch. A customer had to direct another customer to a part of the store then said, “And I don’t even work here.” It was mainly just straightening up jewelry, shoes, and accessories. People are probably getting ready for the work day. At least they are not playing that dreaded Christmas music through the speakers. I’d rather strangle myself with my own lanyard then listen to it. I don’t celebrate Christmas either. A bunch of kids are getting a battery and the girl gives me a dirty look before getting her water. I ignore it. Told a guy that in front of jewelry is the only place we have the sunglasses. Didn’t believe me because his sunglasses were not there. Sunglasses asshole comes back to look again as if they will magically appear out of thin air, and he was at customer service to get a refund or exchange. It was overall a boring last day except for a lady that had to put an item on layaway then cancel since she didn’t have enough money.
If you loved the excerpt here is the link to the book: https://amzn.to/2PSeJyW

And just for fun an excerpt of my novel AngelWitch book 1 in the AngelWitch series which will hopefully be published soon.
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 bodies 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 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. 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 department 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.
“Hey, Angel you finally made it?”
I smile when I heard that voice since I know who it belongs too all too well.
Kalisa Stryker my light at the end of this shitty retail tunnel. 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 pony tail 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. 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.
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! 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.
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. Fuck this day! I’d rather deal with Next Star then deal with this shit..But no I have to anyway.
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. 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.
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…”
It adds up bitch, especially when you don’t keep track of the money you are spending. Dumb fucks…
“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. Bitch…This is why I hate the register.
“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, and 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. 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 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 its 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.
I turn around and there is a cashier to relieve me of this spot in hell. I’m happy not to be permanently there since I hate it. It felt like an eternity dealing with douchebags.
“Good luck.” I told her.

I hope you have enjoyed the post, and good luck! It maybe crazy, but we can all do this together.
Until next time,
Wolfdreamer25

Why I left Kindle for one book, and AngelWitch is done! Life After College!

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School is over leaving me to focus on finding a full time job, and it also means I can focus on other projects. AngelWtich rough draft is also done, and since it was by hand I have to put all the changes in the word doc. I also pulled Tales from Behind the Counter from Kindle Unlimited and I left The Killer Contract Agency there since it might do better. I’m at a cross roads in my life since I’m out of school it gives me time to focus on the stuff I want to do. I’m also uploading gameplay videos to a separate Youtube channel then my author one. My plan is to write books full-time and make Youtube videos full-time too, but those take time.

 

Life after college is way different when you are used to going to school. You now have the option of just working and that is it. It’s also hard to get a job right out of the gate too. In the meantime I’m just applying places and hoping something comes up. The other thing going on is my boyfriend Chris and I are doing gameplay videos together. I play hidden object games, horror, and roleplaying ones. Even a few first-person shooters like Bioshock.

Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCI3Ymy1sVC1SYeRYvalbJWQ

 

Here is the link to my author one: https://www.youtube.com/user/jdsamuels25

 

I have time to do more Youtube videos thanks to school being done, and time to read and review my favorite books. I also sent A Witchy Beginning to readers to see if it really does need to be new adult instead of young adult, and they said it doesn’t need to be changed. I won’t and when I get the feedback I will go over it again. It may actually be closer to publication then I thought. I’ll update my blog more, and let you know the progress of my books. I’ll also tell you the story behind AngelWitch too.

 

Until next time,

 

Wolfdreamer25

I have a Newsletter!

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I probably should have written this sooner rather then later, but I’ve done it. I created a newsletter for me to keep people updated on my writing, when I release new books, and even sales for them going on when I write more. Being an indie author isn’t easy, and one of the things I need was to create a newsletter. I can even include extras just for subscribing. I’ve been working on the edits to Tales From Behind the Counter and about ready to finish AngelWitch. I want to throw in a few extra stories from Angeline’s time at Kyle’s. There are only 5 weeks left of school, and I’ve been writing articles for Odyssey online and doing school work too. I work on the weekends, and I hope to make writing my full time job. I’ll get there, and when I do it means more time to read and write!

Until next time,

Wolfdreamer25

Where I have been:

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School started way earlier then I thought, and it’s been nonstop article writing for Capital News Service. It’s pretty cool since it covers the Capitol and the Virginia General Assembly. It’s been amazing seeing the results too since this class means you actually get published too.

 

I’ve done a ton of stories, and here are the links for them so far:

http://wric.com/2017/01/29/virginians-say-colleges-prepare-graduates-for-jobs/

 

http://altdaily.com/virginia-attorney-general-mark-herring-vows-to-fight-trumps-immigration-ban/

 

http://www.nbc12.com/story/34271944/capitol-is-site-of-dueling-gun-rallies#.WH6IN0DGEVc.facebook

 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/lawmakers-target-college-tuition-and-access/2017/01/18/4e9fd59e-dd8c-11e6-8902-610fe486791c_story.html?utm_term=.91e5d4c41955#comments

 

http://www.insidenova.com/headlines/poll-finds-support-for-workforce-training/article_3fcbe9fe-d9b8-11e6-96f9-67dd50f1bd47.html

 

http://www.henricocitizen.com/news/article/treat_dont_jail_drug_users_poll_pays0125

 

http://www.newsleader.com/story/news/local/2017/01/30/poll-k-12-underfunded-colleges-more-effective/97236772/

It’s been a wild ride, and I hope to finish up the last two semesters at VCU strong. I will graduate in December, and finally receive my degree A Bachelors in Mass Communications for Print/Online Journalism.

 

It will be good to be done with VCU, and get my degree. I’m definitely going to love journalism. On the writing front I’ve been working on finishing #AngelWitch and Tales From Behind the Counter needs to have more of a narrative to it. It’s a wild ride with that book, and I hope to have more out soon.

 

I’m going to start blogging more once a week, and I can make it related to my novels. Like character sheets, excerpts, and I want to plan to have out more stories so I can get myself out there. At the end of the day I’ll have my writing even if school comes to an end my stories and novels will always be there. I also updated my website, and I can do more with it since I got the premium. I want to start a newsletter since I want to offer some free stories just for subscribing.

 

Do you subscribe to a newsletter? How often do you want them? What do you hope to see from it?

 

Until next time,

Jessica Samuels