open letter to local convenience store

Dear owner of my local convenience store,

I shop at your store everyday, at least once a day, occassionally up to three times a
day. I generally shop in the evening, shortly after eight-o-clock bedtime is over for
my kids. In the last couple of weeks, I have noticed a new employee in your store. It is hard
to miss her because of the abrasive, rude manner in which she speaks to people,
mainly other children.

I felt like saying something in defence of these kids a couple of times and everytime I
went home, berating myself that I hadn't spoken up. If
I had told the clerk that I wanted
to use the remainder of my change for candy, would she have muttered "How did I know
you were going to say that?" as she told me how many candy I could have? And would
she have yelled at
me in front of a long line of customers that she was currently waiting
on to "Hurry up! It shouldn't take you THAT long to pick out your candy!" Somehow,
I doubt it. In my head, I kept thinking if that was
my child that she was yelling at
and making feel like a criminal in front of a store full of people,
then I would say
something.

That day has come.

Yesterday at around 6:30, my husband sent my ten year old daughter around the corner
to your store to buy some bacon. My daughter entered the store and did not know
where bacon might be. She wandered around for a bit and looked and when she
couldn't find it, she approached the counter, where there was a male customer ahead
of her. Before the male moved on, the clerk said to my daughter "Are you buying something?
Or are you buying nothing?" in a harsh enough tone that my daughter was
embarassed. When my daughter asked if they had bacon, she was told abruptly
that they did not, they were all out.

I went to the store a couple hours later to get our requisite 2 chocolate bars and
bottle of Diet Coke. I had also intended to remark in passing to the clerk that
she might want to rethink how she speaks with children. However, while I was in
the store, I witnessed her literally screaming and pointing at a boy in the store,
threatening to put him out. He was visibly embarassed and shaken. I walked
up to the counter at this point and told the clerk that I did not think I could shop
in this store anymore, that I shop there every day (which she acknowledged)
and that my daughter had been in earlier that day and had been treated in an
abrupt manner as well. The clerk began denying the minute I mentioned my
daughter. She remembered her immediately as the little blonde girl, and when
I started to say how she had felt she had been spoken to harshly, the clerk didn't
even let me finish before saying "No". She also disagreed with me by saying that
my daughter couldn't have been embarassed because there was no one else in the
store (so in essence, she was calling my daughter a liar). At this point, I said
that I have seen the way she talks to kids in the store and beleive my daughter,
and that it isn't fair to assume that every child is a theif...we all have the capacity
and ability to shoplift, to assume that because someone is under the age of 19
is a suspect is stereotypical and judgemental and
wrong.

I don't know what that boy was doing to warrant being yelled at like that
but I do know that you are innocent until proven guilty and that there was
many other approaches she could have taken with him. She could have easily
called out, "Excuse me, could you put your stuff here on the counter while
you get some money from your friend?" Same results, less fear and embarassment
and discomfort for all involved.

I felt bad a bit when I came home and thought about what I had said and how
I had berated her in front of a store full of people. But then, when I think
that could have been
my son or daughter on the receiving end of that
verbal assault and I don't feel bad anymore.

I have worked in retail for ten years. I spent four years in a bookstore, four years
in a record store and one year in a store that sold tee-shirts, jewellry and sunglasses
geared towards teens, so I have had experience in dealing with large numbers
of teens and pre-teens swarming your store at lunch hour and after school. However,
I also saw these people as
potential customers rather than as only potential shoplifters.
If you are running a store then you have to figure out a way of guarding your
store against theft without discriminating openly against people you
judge as a threat.

In closing, I regret that I can no longer, in good conscience, shop at your store.
I also have no wish of seeing the clerk fired. I only wanted to bring attention
to what seems to me to be wrong. I'm sure the clerk felt that she was doing her
job to the best of her capabilities, however flawed her methods may seem to me.

And one last thing, when I went to buy the chocolate bars, I noticed the cooler
had
plenty of bacon in it.

Thank you for your time.

mememememememememe...its all about me

Boiler plate text: The rules to this meme game: Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross polination effect.

1. -A- http://motherswork.blogspot.com/
2. Heather http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/
3. Suzanne http://mimilou.blogspot.com/
4. Rebecca http://ministones.blogspot.com/
5. gkgirl http://itsacanadiangeek.blogspot.com/

Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No obligation here, folks. Given my lack of community focused-blogging -- see above -- this is actually the most challenging part of this meme for me! Feel free to ignore if you're not a meme person... just consider this a friendly wave "hello" or something.)

1. cassiopeia http://blog.cassiopeia.ca/
2. michelle http://asweetlife.blogspot.com/
3. jen http://www.jengray.com/
4. h8s2clean http://accidentalhousewife.blogspot.com/
5 maggs http://alittlecrazy17.blogspot.com/


Let the game begin.

What 5 things do you miss about your childhood?

1. saturday morning cartoons...sure we still have them but i miss OUR saturday
morning cartoons...the smurfs, captain caveman, jabberjaws, the flintstones hour,
scooby doo and scrappy too, strawberry shortcake, voltron, he-man, she-ra,
the archies, the california raisins, charlie brown and snoopy show, jem...
and how much i loved getting up early and getting my requisite bowl of rice
krispies (all my dad would buy cause they were cheap) and dumping a cup
of sugar on them...so much sugar that you could feel its thickness when you
scraped your spoon on the bottom of the bowl.

2. endless time to play monopoly...i would play with anyone..i loved that game
(and most other board games)...my dad kept them up on top of the cupboards
and you had to ask before you could play and you had to wash your hands and
make sure the playing surface was completely clean...(heh)
and the thing that really brings me back to playing games
is eating rhubarb straight out of my mom's backyard...
washed not so much so that it would be clean
but so that it would be wet enough for the sugar we dipped it in
to stick to it...

3. my grandmothers house...i wrote a post about it a long time ago
when i realized it had been torn down...
i spent alot of my summers there
and certain hard to describe moments suddenly take me back there...
the sun shining through trees
the smell of hot, black pavement

4. my little hidden hide-away nooks that i used to always refer to as "my offices"
they could be found in many places
such as the opening under the stairs behind the closet
the top of my parents closet
the storage space my dad built for his stuff in the basement...
what they all had in common was that i could fit in the space
with my books and that was about it...

5. my childhood best friend whom i also wrote about recently...
we met when we were very young...my mom was best friends with her mom
and we bought a house in the same country-bumpkin-too-far-for-cable area
we did everything together
and her family did everything with mine...
christmas, easter, camping, beach, hanging out
birthdays, graduations...
the only way i would go on my first date
was if she could come...
i knew her secrets and she knew mine...

hmmm..did i say it had to be moving?

as i was writing yesterdays entry
i realized
that i had not been completely honest...
i said that if i was on something that was
moving
and that if i felt it was out of my control
i would do something rash
like throw my body at inanimate objects...
but
i forgot about the time at the gym...

once apon a time
a long time ago
in the land of the very fit and athletically inclined
there was a girl who was trying
desperately
to seem like she belonged there
and knew what she was doing...
one fine morning, she was feeling
particularly confident
and decided to try a machine she had not used before
it was a huge, monsterous stair climbing-like apparatus
unlike the lithe, spindly, easily run ones
she was accustomed to...

this was more like an escalator-to-nowhere...
so, feeling brave, she boarded the steps
and turned on the machine...
no problem
in fact
quite easy...
so easy, in fact, that she decided to turn up the speed a little...

heh...
still, no problem...
turn 'er up some more, there sporty spice...
yeah..thats it...hearts going now...got a good groove going..
look at those steps as they come out...
step, step, step, oops, missed a step..
damn...missed another one...
what the hell...fuck...why am i tripping?

so as the speed increased, so did the rate of tripping and fumbling
and whats this?
the mechanism to turn the speed down is WAY up there?
how the hell did it get WAY up there?
oh yeah...
cause i'm tripping over every second step and getting out of breath
and starting to sweat here
and god damn it i can't go fast enough to reach the fucking mechanism
i can't shut it off
i can't slow it down
i'm just hanging on now to the side rails
tripping and falling over the steps
sweating and swiping at the fucking mechanism i can't reach
its just out of my reach
a little more, a little more,
fuckinggoddamnfuckingsonofabitchmachine
and my head is going
what to do? what to do? people-are-looking-i'm-going-to-fall
so i throw my whole body at the top of the machine
i lunge at the top of the machine
like a mad sweaty woman heaving and panting
i land on my knees on top
yes, on top
of the machine
where i casually shut it off
and then
dejectedly
(and pantingly)
and trying to hold myself together
after this near death encounter with the stair-fucking-master-of-hell
i slink
(heaving and panting and humiliated)
into the changing room
and
i never
go
back...
oh.
and in case you wondered
as most people usually do when i tell this story
what would have happened if i let go
of the rails?
well...i would have fallen into the extreme deep fiery pit
that exsisted behind the machine-from-hell
and no...
i would not have just slid off the bottom step
which was not that high in retrospect...
no.
that is not what would happened...
no.
i would have died if i had let go of the siderails, ok.
i would have died.

rollerblades? heh...heh...

i had posted a story earlier about my limited and
sometimes worrisome
bike experiences
which prompted cassiopeia to inquire
about any roller blading experience...
heh.
heh.

well
the one that comes screeching to a halt in my mind
is that of me rollerblading by myself about 6 years ago
and feeling fairly on-the-ball and in control
until i realized
i was going downhill
and
i didn't know how to stop
and
i was picking up speed
and
there was a 4 way stop at the bottom of the hill
and
did i mention
i was picking up speed?
and didn't know how to stop?
so, as usual, the warring voices in my head
were not helping me out
by screaming useless things like
"what do i do?" "i can't stop" "she can't stop" "we're picking up speed"
"whattodowhattodowhattodo"
so
i threw my whole body at someone's totally unsuspecting
compost and waste carts
which were sitting unobtrusively minding their own business
at the end of their driveway...
yes...threw my whole body...at the compost cart...
while the family that belonged to said compost cart
sat on their front deck bbq-ing and watching me
literally go out of my way to throw my body at their compost cart...
to tackle their compost cart if you will...
and then...
to get back up
and very dejectedly dust myself off
and rollerblade away
uphill
hmmm...
and did i mention i kind of sucked at getting up also
so that probably took me about 15 minutes too
so...
all in all
the blame in this story
also
lays at my husband's athletically inclined feet
for not stopping me from going out
for not seeing ahead of time that
this
was not a good idea...
or for at least not making me put on full body gear
in the fashion of a football player
since there is always the slightest chance
that if i am on something that is moving
and that i fear is out of my control
i will tackle
any inanimate object...

and that is the story of the rollerblades.

back in black

so...

our computer had a virus of some kind last week
and the hard drive went on it this week...
is someone trying to tell us something?

i changed my template
to the best of my
limited
ability...
i wish i had the know-how to make it something
really original
but
i don't...
i wish i had a credit card or even expendable money
so that i could commission someone
to make me look
really original
but
i don't
so i will have to rely on writing
alone
heh. heh.

and on that note...
i don't really have anything to write about
ack.