Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Dear Star Market: I Hate You
So I haven't been posting regularly...what of it?! I really haven't found the ideal personal schedule to work around this second-shift nonsense. I end up going to bed way too late, because I'm just not tired at all when I get home from work. Then I sleep really late and it's practically time for work again. Hmm. By the time I get myself back on track, this job will be over and I'll be back to working regular hours. It's kind of like the grocery store.
I have gone to two main grocery stores over the past few years, allowing me to commit the location of certain desired items to memory, which makes for more efficient shopping and less aimless meandering. The other day, I was greeted by a high school girl passing out flyers at the entrance of the Star Market in Porter Square, one of my go-to stores. She asked if I wanted one and I asked her what it was. "It's a list of which items are in which aisles," she explained. I thought to myself...But doesn't everyone already know which items are...gasp...Noooooooooo! Oh, yes. They've rearranged the entire store. I was no longer a Mystical Master of grocery shopping, able to easily navigate the store blindfolded while pushing a cart mounted atop three defective wheels. Instead, I became a wandering sheep, unable to grasp its bearings or find even the most basic of items. If they've rearranged the Shaw's across from Meadow Glen, someone will pay!
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I have gone to two main grocery stores over the past few years, allowing me to commit the location of certain desired items to memory, which makes for more efficient shopping and less aimless meandering. The other day, I was greeted by a high school girl passing out flyers at the entrance of the Star Market in Porter Square, one of my go-to stores. She asked if I wanted one and I asked her what it was. "It's a list of which items are in which aisles," she explained. I thought to myself...But doesn't everyone already know which items are...gasp...Noooooooooo! Oh, yes. They've rearranged the entire store. I was no longer a Mystical Master of grocery shopping, able to easily navigate the store blindfolded while pushing a cart mounted atop three defective wheels. Instead, I became a wandering sheep, unable to grasp its bearings or find even the most basic of items. If they've rearranged the Shaw's across from Meadow Glen, someone will pay!
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