All Pretty Now

How To Communicate With Management In An Effective Manner or How I Learned To Cope With Being Stuck Behind The Register For Two Hours On Thursday Afternoons

Forced idleness can spark one's creative impulses.

Materials on hand can be used in myriad ways.

And remember, you can never have too much signage.

Finishing Up The Sidewalk

Secret Plot To Sell Expired Jello Exposed

Grocery Czar Scrutinized

Accusations Made

Invective Hurled

Ok, so it's true.

I left expired Jello on the shelf.

But I didn't intend for it to actually sell.
I mean, the reason they expired is 'cause no one bought those flavors,
so it's not like I was going to order MORE

and I thought it looked so pretty --

the full range of flavors side by each, colorful and cheerful.

The only pic I have of OLD Jello. I always meant to take a better one but I never felt like it. Now, flavors are GONE.

It was a REALLY WEIRD day.

====> FIRST,

I had already decided to do a Jello Expose early Friday morning.

====> SECOND,

mid-morning, a lady came up to me holding the last four boxes of

Jello Coconut Cream Cook and Serve Pudding,

which I happened to know were expired.

So I thought, "Uh oh. Duck and cover."

BUT,

she only wanted to know if I was going to order more.

"No," I said, "becuase it expires. No one buys it."

She said, "But I can't get it anywhere else! I BUY IT!"

I told her she was holding -- GASP! -- EXPIRED JELLO.

She knew and didn't care that it was 8 months out of date,

 as long as she could be eating

Jello Coconut Cream Cook and Serve Pudding.

So, I ordered more!

A case for her and a case for me!

YUM!

====> THIRD

 You won't believe this.

Mid-afternoon there was scene at Register One.
A customer was offended at having found -- GASP! -- EXPIRED JELLO
on the shelf and complained to the Cashier On Duty.
Who told Dan.
Who implemented a
Police Action against the Jello State.
He pulled a WHOLE BASKET OF JELLO off my shelf,
called me over,
 and told me about The Expired Jello Incident At Register One.
I told him,
"Sure, there is some expired Jello but NOT THAT MUCH!!"
I hurled invective and examined the Jello in the basket.
In fact, he had READ SOME OF THE THE DATES
I N C O R R E C T L Y !!!

So I got to do the "It's Me I'm Great I'm Right HA HA" Dance.
Which was very satisfying.
But then,
I had to accept that my Jello Display was forever altered,
that it would never reach Peak Flavor Saturation again.
The grief was so overwhelming
I couldn't even bring myself to photograph my ravaged display.
I rearranged things a bit and tried to accept
 The Post-Apocalyptic Jello State.

Notice the box of Jello Chocolate Cook and Serve Pudding acting as a place holder for Jello Coconut Cream Cook and Serve Pudding, which will be arriving Monday.

So what have I learned from all of this?

The sale is giant, not the Jello.

 Never put all your Jello in one basket.

You see before you here, in this basket -- GASP! -- EXPIRED JELLO.

The Grocery Czar

I admit that it is a self-appointed title, but justifiably so.

After all, I am in charge of Pringles, Jello, Spam, Pig's Feet, and Truffles.
And GUM!

Who ELSE could possibly be qualified to be Czar??

what NOW??

We lived with jackhammering for two days,

which caused massive dust displacement in the cellar,

customer grumpiness,

and staff irritability.

The constant noise made me sleepy and non-verbal.

I liked being relieved of the responsibility to produce words.

I liked it A LOT.

The cool thing is that now you can clearly see the steps from the 2 old front doors. Well, the far step isn't very visible in this pic. It is under the white area between the 2 windows.

The Grizz, formerly known as Jeremiah

This is a 3 part post:

(1) Mistakes were made, corrections ensue

(2) Update on The Grizz, formerly known as Jeremiah

(3) The Secret Buzzer

(1)
Corrections
NOT Jeremiah Johnson

GRIZZLY ADAMS!!!
I screwed up his nickname
becuase my brain delivered to me
the wrong movie.
I am pretty sure that something is wrong with my wiring.

(2)

Staff Update
Grizz is doing well and has adjusted to working indoors.

He is occasionally summoned by a member of his fan base to pump some gas. Here is how it happens:

If you are working register, someone might come in and look at you with a beseeching, slightly apologetic air. Being a kind and empathetic individual you give the suffering customer your full attention and ask, "Can I help you?"

The customer then whimpers, usually with a slightly quavering voice, "Is Grizzly here? Could he pump some gas for me?"

You answer reassuringly, "Sure!" and...

(3)

The No-Longer-Secret Secret Buzzer

... ring the buzzer 3 times,

which is the pre-self-serve code for "WHERE THE HELL IS GRIZZ, CUSTOMERS ARE WAITING AT THE PUMPS??!!?"

Pay no attention to the fairy wing. It has no relevance in this application of the photo.

Ideally, Griz hears you and comes loping up. His demeanor changes when he sees the nervous customer. He stands straighter, walks faster, and becomes Confidence Incarnate. His admirer radiates gratitude and relief. The two of them walk out to the pumps together.

It is a wonderful thing to see.

A Change Is Gonna Come

Better Days Are Coming

For Chickie Chick and for everyone, I hope.

Friday was U G H

Like... what happened to SPRING??

Sheesh.

People kept coming in

and hanging around the registers

and talking about the roads

and drinking coffee

and not wanting to go back outside.

I don't blame 'em.

When I skulked across the street to the bank,

the slush was ankle deep.

I had to do it becuase it was P A Y D AY!!

YAY!!

 

Someone complained about the new self-serve gas -- how you have to get out and get wet becuase there is no canopy.

BUT

there is no canopy becuase of the anti-canopy zoning.

This is an anti-canopy town.

We all thought that the pro-canopy lobby should take it up with the Select Board at the next town meeting,

not with the innocent, hard working, and loyal employees at the store.

Ha ha.

Check out the Spring in Vermont label.

Apparently, I have been here before.

Sigh.

Spring in Vermont tests your faith.

I swear.

Don't Try To Carry Your Laptop Upstairs To Watch TV In Bed While Balancing A Bowl Of Frosting And A Pack Of Gluten-Free Graham Crackers After Drunk Cooking For A Couple Hours

The dinner turned out really yummy.
The dessert in bed thing didn't turn out so good, though.

A Diversion While I Process The Great Tragedy Of My Broken Laptop

Last month I went to Long Island via the Throg's Neck Bridge,

which was the brain child of Robert Moses,

built in 1961.

Taken from the dashboard of my car.

Aerial photo stolen from Wikipedia.

Robert Moses was an incredible urban planner/politician who made NYC and Long Island a GREAT place for cars and a CRAPPY place for public transportation. He was a deeply bigoted man who thought that if you couldn't afford a car you didn't deserve to go anywhere. 

There is a great view of NYC from the bridge.

Out the right car window. WOOT!! I even got the Empire State Building on the far left!! That is the Whitestone Bridge in the center (also a Robert Moses brainchild, built in the 1940's.)

I came back via the ferry.

The ferry out of Port Jeff harbor. It was so rough that the upper deck was closed.

Uh oh. Hide my camera.