Pet Peeve Station

I slept terribly last night.  It was one of those nights that I woke up on the hour and would stare at the clock, praying to quickly fall back into a deep sleep, but instead I would just toss and turn.  Then I would finally fall asleep for what felt like a minute only to wake up after a bizarre dream and then start the cycle all over again.  Right around 4 a.m., I did get into a nice, soothing, deep sleep.  When the alarm went off at 6:15 a.m., I literally wanted to sob.  Nights like last night are one of my biggest pet peeves in life.  Almost all of my other pet peeves happen at the grocery store.  I hate to be negative and harp on pet peeves, but since I barely slept last night, I’m a little cranky.  So, pet peeves it is . . . .

Being the female head of a large household, I have spent a great portion of my adult life in grocery stores. Many of my blog posts have grocery store anecdotes probably due to the fact that my “Weekly Time Spent” pie chart has an enormous slice dedicated to grocery shopping.  Therefore it makes sense, as I stated previously, that almost all of my pet peeves in life originate at the grocery store.

My local grocery store is actually really nice.  It stocks great meats and unusual seafood and fresh produce.  It always has the products that I need in stock and the BOGO specials are amazing.  The store is always clean and the people who work there are so nice it’s almost like being at Disney.  The people who shop there, well, that’s a different story.

I think that grocery stores should have something like traffic laws.  I think that the store personnel should have the ability to write citations and we customers, should have the ability to make citizens’ arrests.  I think that there should be lane markers in the middle of the aisles and if someone is parked right in the middle of the aisle they should be treated like they would be treated if they parked and stopped right in the middle of a two lane highway.  Time to get to get hauled off to jail.

I live in Florida, not LA.  My grocery store is not the setting for the game show, Supermarket Sweep.  So, the people racing around in their carts, cutting around corners so fast, and in the process, taking out the grannies in their “golf cart-style moto-shopcarts” and innocent toddlers having tantrums, need to realize that they won’t win any free groceries in our neck of the woods.  Sheesh.

Check writers.  Really??  Please, get into this century.  Or get into the longest line and fill out every line possible on your check and get out your calculator and start adding up what the total is going to be for your bill.  Sheesh, Luis. (as my nephew would say)

Shopping bag shamers.  I agree that we need to save the Earth.  Usually, I remember my canvas shopping bags, but sometimes I don’t.  Sometimes I forget and I hear that “cluck cluck” of tongue-clicking disgust from the person behind me in line when the bagger screams, “Is plastic okay?”   I recycle our plastic bags, okay?  They are actually pretty useful for picking up doggy-do, too.  I have two LARGE dogs.  Those prepackaged doggy bag rolls that you hang on the dog’s leash seem like a good idea, but I find that they are mostly manufactured for people with chihuahuas and for people who have the ability to get them open before rubbing them together so much, that they get too hot and catch on fire.  Those rolls are not for people like me.

And finally, my biggest pet peeve EVER . . . . return your damn cart to one of the 800 different cart return stations in the parking lot!!!  You walked all over the damn grocery store looking for Tabasco sauce, you can take three extra steps to return your cart.  My car that I drive doesn’t need another dent on it and that parking space is for cars, not carts.  My grocery store offers everyone the opportunity for their bagger to be a personalized caddy to help you out to your car, with your cart, free of charge, no tips allowed. (my 70-year-old father used to take offense to them offering him help, until I explained that they offer this service to his 18-year-old grandson, as well)  If you don’t want to take the three extra steps to return your empty cart to the cart station, then take the bagger up on his or her kind offer, to help you.  I think that the baggers like to get the fresh air anyway.

Phew!  Okay, I feel better now. I probably shouldn’t go to the grocery store today. I promise to go to bed early tonight.  My post will be more positive and uplifting tomorrow.  After all, it will be a day closer to Friday.

The Bagger

I watched with fascination a news story that came out this weekend about actor Geoffrey Owens (former Cosby Show regular) bagging groceries at a Trader Joe’s grocery store.  The fact that this was even a news story was amazing to me.  The initial story was thought to provoke shame that a once famous actor would now be in the position to bag groceries.  I was happy to see all of the outpouring and support that surrounded this hard working man doing an honest and worthwhile job in his community.

I had a lot of thoughts and reflections about this story.  Despite being college educated with a business degree that I earned early and with honors, most of the jobs that I have had outside of my home have been part-time and of the hourly paid variety.  When I was in high school and college, I worked in a deli, babysat, was a telemarketer, worked in a department store, worked for a temp agency, worked as a waitress, worked in a wire factory, etc. etc.  I had a professional sales job a few years out of college, but when my husband and I started our family and we decided that we wanted a big family, we made the decision that he would be the primary bread winner and I would be the primary home and family manager.  For many years, I didn’t take jobs outside of the home, but as the kids got older, more independent and busier, I decided I was a little bored and wanted to explore doing things in my community, but with the emphasis still being that my primary job was to be home for my kids, with the flexibility needed to work hours that still allowed for that focus and freedom.  These part-time jobs with a lot of flexibility tended to be hourly paid jobs that weren’t particularly prestigious or career enhancing, but enhanced my life in many other ways that are hard to measure.  Sometimes these part-time jobs really did help with the “extras” to help pay for vacations, and extracurricular activities for the kids, but sometimes these jobs may have even hurt us a little in the monetary sense.  Sometimes these jobs, which were amazing outlets and experiences for me, knocked us into the next tax bracket and probably dinged our income a little bit.

People work for all sorts of reasons.  I had a college professor that would insist to his students that once a certain level of needs are met, people don’t work for money.  Being young and inexperienced, we students would scoff at that statement but now I understand how completely true that statement is and how valuable the work experience is to people for so many reasons. Reasons like pride and purpose and vitality and connection and growth are some of what draws people to the jobs that they take and the jobs that they do.

My sons have all had different hourly-wage jobs over the years.  My eldest son who is now a tech company professional with a masters degree, often spouts out wisdom he learned from his fellow factory workers at an aerospace parts factory.  My middle son worked as a valet all summer and really got an understanding that a Porsche doesn’t always equate to a great tip, and a dented-up beater sometimes does.  I’ve always told my children that once you work a job that relies on tips, you’ll never be a lousy tipper the rest of your life.

I read recently that George Clooney gave away a million dollars each to a few of his buddies who provided him support, validation and sometimes a couch to sleep on when he was desperately trying to make it as a struggling actor.  As many responders to the Geoffrey Owens story said, most actors are not rich and do have jobs outside of acting to help support themselves.  I bet that if we watched the first couple of “break out” movies or TV shows of some of our finest and most famous actors, that is where we would see their best, most raw, amazing work.  Perhaps the low paying jobs that they were doing, best exposed them to their own humanity and others’ humanity like no other jobs can do.  If you are bagging groceries, you are being exposed to everyone in your community.  You are touching the lives of the whole spectrum of the people who make up a town – the young, the old, the rich, the poor, the healthy, the infirm, the white, the black, the Christians, the Muslims, the Jews, the professionals, the first responders, the list goes on and on.  Everyone has to eat.

Life has become so tech oriented that we barely have to leave our couches anymore.  It’s so easy to sit on the couch and call other people “out of touch” but really, perhaps the most “in touch” people in the world are doing the good work of bagging groceries, or serving coffee, or greeting us as we walk into our big box store.  I’m happy that there was a lot of backlash to that story, backlash to the fact that it even was “a story.”  That gives me hope that we as humans, haven’t lost sight of what really is important and what is really real in this world.