Ross-Where Dreams go to Die.

As mentioned before, I work at Ross Dress for Less.  Honestly, it should be Ross Work for Less.  The place looks like a bomb got misdirected and hit a local shop.  Before I started, I knew that the place was a little nuts but that I would at least stay busy.  There's no staring at the clock here. 

I burst into tears the first day.

Dress Code.  The place is a discount store but pretends we're in a professional environment.  We are required to wear 'True Blue' clothes.  Blue top, black pants, black dress shoes.  The blue top has to be a specific blue and if we want to wear layers it has to be white or black underneath.  Supercomplicated for a job where you pick up the crap people throw on the ground.  Yes I HAVE seen people get sent home or told a stern warning....for the wrong color blue.
 Ross is obsessed with abbreviations, like MOD-manager on duty, FES- front end supervisor, FML...yeah, you get it.  I like the SPS.  Shortage Prevention Supervisor.  They are the best because their job is literally to stand at the front and watch people steal.  We cannot actually do anything about it-so we just watch.  The customers all know this and some are really bold as brass, actually makes the job enjoyable!

Quizzes.  Every day we do a mini meeting called a rally.  It's really just a time they set aside to make you feel like a moron.  Your boss will ask what certain abbreviations are and where the 5 shortage areas are.  If you are as confused as I am.  Congrats.  That's how I feel every time.  I never answer, I choose instead to stare at them until they tell me the answer.  Which I then forget as I walk away in shame.

Putter

From time to time, I will be writing about Putter-my parents rat dog/child that they treat better than their children.

Putter is a mix between a cotton ball and a nervous bunny on crack.  They got this little beast a couple years ago.  Or should I say my mom forced him on us.  She was in Omak(don't bother-it's tiny) and stopped at the local Wal-Mart.  He was in a box for free and she can't resist a deal.  Putter has lived with my parents so he didn't bother my life too much until I moved in. 

And wow.  How he has bothered it.  This dog must have had a traumatic childhood because it is way into abusive relationships.  The more I try to ignore it and pretend he doesn't exist, the closer he gets.  If Putter HAD any friends,they would be telling him to 'dump that ho'. 

The beginning.

Well, I believe everyone has a story to share and experiences to reflect on.  I look at my life's accomplishments and failures and I figure I can either laugh or cry at where my decisions have taken me.

Basically-I got pregnant at 19, married soon after, and remained married for about 3 and a half years.  To make a long story short, I got restless and decided to leave with our 5 year old daughter.  I thought I was too young to be settled down and wanted to experience more of life.  More of life has turned out to be working at Ross Dress for Less for minimum wage, moving (permanantly) in with my parents, and just general disorder!  The truth is, making your own way is a lot easier said than done! 

I refuse to quit though-I will accomplish what I've dreamed of, which is being able to care for myself and my daughter comfortably.

To start my posts-I'm just going to start randomly babbling about the things I find funny-stories from Ross-which, I don't know if you know-but Bellingham, WA has a crazy Ross.   I'm talking thousands of Canadians a day.  Also-stories from home, my parents and their weird habits.  My sister and I exchange stories but I would like to share with the world their hilarious lives.