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Valentine's Day

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

Valentine’s Day is coming up.


We just got a shipment of Valentine’s Day candy in at the supermarket. There are boxes of candy samplers, alot of choclate truffles in the shape of hearts, and heaps and heaps of Hershey’s Kisses stuffed into bags. Reginald told me put it all onto the shelf.


My manager, Reginald, has been acting a little strangely about the store since the flood. Now, he doesn’t like to put things on the bottom shelf. Unless they are inexpensive things.

Reginald: What are you doing? Don’t put the candy on the bottom shelf. The wrappers will get wet.
Me: The wrappers?
Reginald: Yes, put the candy on the top shelf. We need to make sure all our valuble items are kept safe. And, I want you to take all the Hershey’s Kisses out of the sacks and line them up induvidually on the second to top shelf. Got it?
Me: Ummm. Ok.

Now, the candy is a little hard to reach on the top shelf. Unless you use one of the lawn chairs we sell in isle twelve. But the candy is on isle one, so that would make it difficult.

Here is a picture of me lining up all the Hershey’s Kisses. Doesn’t it look like I want to eat one? I didn’t. We are selling them for five cents each.


This is the first Valentine’s Day where I’ve had somebody send a valentine to. I’m sending one to Lucy.


Here is what I said.

I want you to be my valentine,
if it’s ok with you too, thats very fine.
I hope you enjoyed this little rhyme,
want to come visit me sometime?



Tuesday, October 21st, 2008

When I came to work today, I found the supermarket flooded with water. It was because of all those storms and the rain. The water was up to the lowest shelf in half of the store and alot of food was soggy.

Reginald is the manager of the supermarket. Reginald tends to get upset when things don’t go well. Here is what the employees saw when we came to work.

We had to wade through the water and fish around for the food containers and put them in a big pile to be taken away. It was a little scary putting my hands into the murky water because I never knew what you would find. It could be a bottle of soap, a can of peas, or a fish that had swum in from the river to eat the food.

Gracie, a worker who usually restocks, tried to pick up a sack of potatoes and got bit by a snapping turtle. We couldn’t find a band aid to put on her finger because they were all under water somewhere.

Here is a picture of me in the boxed cerial isle wondering what was under the green box to my right, and whether it had teeth.

The store smelled very funny. In the juice section (where they have the drink mixes), all the water was blue and red and smelled like grape. Over in the tea section an entire shelf of tea had fallen in and everything smelled herby.

But, cleaning up the mess was the best part of the day compared with Reginald. He didn’t do much to help clean up except this.

Reginald: What! This potato salad expired two weeks ago!

Back to Work

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

I work at a supermarket. I check out people’s groceries, and tell them how much they need to pay me.

Not too many exciting things happen when I check out groceries.

Sometimes, people don’t like the price my register rings up on an item.

Me: Beep . . . beep.
Lady Customer: That cabbage was $2.78 a head, not $2.87. I remember.
Me: Ok. I’ll have somebody check that.

Sometimes people spill things. My manager, Reginald, doesn’t like spills. Soap spills are the worst because they are slippery and hard to clean up.

Today, a man picked up a supersized bottle of dish detergent that had a broken cap, and carried it upside down all over the store.

Here is a picture of the container when I saw it.

Conveyer belt

By the time he had got to my checkout counter, the bottle was empty and he had left a thin blue trail of dish detergent starting in the cleaning supplies isle, over to the dairy section, round the refrigerator where they keep all the cheeses, all the way to the other side of the store at the magazine rack, and ending at my checkout counter.

Reginald was walking out of the back room and didn’t notice the blue trail on the floor until he slipped and knocked over a pile of canned tuna. He wasn’t happy.

Here is Reginald telling someone to clean up the mess–which ended up being me.


Here is me cleaning up the mess.

After work, I went to Paul’s Pizza Pavilion and ordered a personal pan pizza to carry home and eat. Since I don’t have a car, I took it home on the bus.

Mop the floor

It’s hard not eating a pizza that is warm and setting on your lap and smells very good–especially when you are hungry. But, there were other people on the bus, and I didn’t want to be rude.

When I got home, it was raining these gigantic raindrops out of the sky–as you can see. There weren’t very many raindrops, but when one hit you, you would feel it.

Can you tell from the picture that I am hungry?

In the rain