NaBloPoMo ’06: Day Twenty Nine

I’m wondering if all of the symptoms I have with my congestion (so bad, at this point, I have to breathe through my mouth and chew with my mouth open, otherwise, I can’t breathe) is really a cold. But I have no discernable headache, nor do I have chills, so I don’t think it’s a cold. I just can’t breathe. It’s very unattractive. Not to mention heinously annoying.

I’m through the worst of my Schedule from HellTM at [Retail Job]. And dear God, did I want to murder all of the elderly who demand that I get their discount. Let’s face it folks: when you are spending $3 of your meager Social Security check for whatever it is you found on the clearance rack and you’re asking me every ten seconds whether I got your Senior Citizen Discount, perhaps you need to re-prioritize the finances.

Tomorrow is a 4.5 hour shift, and then I have two whole days to myself. Next week is 25 hours, so I actually have time to work at the framing shop. If my boss will have me, even.

Oh, and here’s how I got ripped off:

I’m buddies with Steve in security. The other day, he came up to the jewelry counter (where I work), and asked if I remembered a transaction in which a “balding man with glasses” returned a pair of diamond earrings, and some other peice of jewelry. Honestly, I didn’t, my brain is fried and the incident occurred a week ago. His returns should have totaled about $250-some dollars, but corporate mailed him a check for $750 dollars — the retail price of the jewelry.

The only thing that I can think of that happened is that someone else used my ID and rang him out. It is nearly impossible to give a corporate refund without my knowledge of it. As in: had I sent his return to corporate, I would have remembered making that return. It takes a lot of involved steps to make a return, and it’s difficult to so a corporate one. So, long story short, Steve is “looking into it” for me, and management hasn’t said anything to me about it.

I’m looking forward to the weekend and my anniversary, but not the snow. I’m worried that it will get ruined because of snow. I worry too much.

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