Dear Diary,
My mom just left to go to Yakima for three whole nights. I don't know how I'm going to function when she's gone. Who's going to feed the cats? Who's going to wake me up for work and cook dinner? It makes me really sad to think about it.
I've been working a lot, I wish I had some good work stories but I can't think of any really quality ones off the top of my head. This woman who was about a hundred got really mad at me the other day because she thought I was ripping her off. She had a coupon and didn't understand how it worked, even though I explained it to her 3 or more times. I really thought I explained it quite clearly and patiently, but then she went to her table and started bitching to her husband about us. Today another woman commented that she was impressed with my patience, as she counted out five dollars in change to pay for her purchase. I wanted to say, lady, this is nothing. I will sit here all day watching you count out change, but when you start accusing us of false coupon advertising, that's when things get heated.
Alright, I just won the boring game! Could my life be any more trivial? Maybe I should start documenting the sleeping patterns of my cats, or keep an online diary of my eating habits. Today, mushroom barley soup and cookie. Followed by enchilada. grilled cheese on the horizon.
Love,
Diana