"I somewhat felt like a drug dealer."

Haha, really, no joke. I felt like I was doing something illegal at work with my suspicious behavior.

I was one of the main cashiers for my entire shift. My work is known to have weekly sales and it's a rotation that you can predict what will go on sale if you know it well enough like myself.

(For example: if you're addicted to shopping there, or you just pay attention.)

So, I'm not going to lie, our prices are kinda ridiculous unless it's on sale. Now, as a frugal shopper myself, I often feel bad for customers that are buying things that are going on sale in three days.

It goes like this- I see this woman carrying these two candle holders that I recently put together the day before. Candle holders were on sale last week; while candles, LED lights, and all that jazz are on sale this week. It switches off every other week and these two candle holders were the only things that she was buying.

Me: -looks at the discount sheet- "Oh no, these candle holders were on sale 50% last week!"

Customer: "Oh, really? That's horrible! How much is just one then?"

Me: "$64.99 -whispers- But they'll be on sale next week."

Customer: -looks serious- Oh.. really? Then I'll just wait till next week"

Me: "Good idea."

Customer: -looks around- Do you work on Monday?

Me:Yes.

Customer: Great, I'll be back then. -nods-

So, if I was wrong (which I don't think I am), I'm going to feel really bad if candle holders don't go on sale next week, because that woman is going to waste her time coming back.

"Old people love gives me hope for my love life."

So I know I haven't blogged in forever, and I apologize for doing so. Most work days aren't very blog worthy so I'd rather blog about entertaining topics than the opposite.

On Monday, I was at my register ringing up some nice customers and not so nice customers- but this one woman stood out in particular to me. Let's call her... Shaniqua.

(I'm checking out all of her items and putting them in a bag.)

Shaniqua: "I've never been to this store before, it's so quiet!"

Me: "Yeah, if they actually played music with lyrics you know I'd be singing along."

"Well, just make up your own song!"

-opens mouth and stops- "Hm... I'd have to think about it..."

Then I started singing the chorus to this song:



Her reaction?

"OOOOOOOH CHILD! You have a gorgeous voice!"

"Haha, thanks, it's the song that's been stuck in my head all day. I sing in choirs but I never do solos."

"You don't do solos? Ooooh but you should! My church would LOVE to have you in one of our choirs! How old are you?"

"Heh, well I'm too nervous to do solos. I'm 19, but I turn 20 in November."

"Oooh, you're looking young for your age! Child, that is a blessing, that is a BLESSING. We have millions of choirs at my church, I thought you'd do amazing in our youth choir, but it's between ages 12 and 18..."

She recites her Baptist church address up in San Jose.

Shaniqua: "If you ever want to come, I'm sure my choir would hand you over the mic and you could do a little something something in front of everyone!"

"Haha, I'll think about it."

She left waving, and I left work that day with a little bit higher self-esteem pertaining to my singing voice.