DO YOU FEEL THE SAME?

 I read this on Facebook the other day.

It totally resonated with me.

Dear Woolworths, K Mart, The Warehouse, and all other stores that have self checkout.

You are heading towards almost exclusively self-checkout now.

The lady checking receipts at the exit was stopping

everyone.

I didn't choose to participate in that nonsense, I had already

 filled my cart

 emptied my cart

 scanned the items

refilled my cart

and so I just skipped the exit line and left.

I heard her saying "umm - Excuse me " as I kept walking and raised the receipt above my head, leaving the store.

You can either trust me to do self-checkout, or you can put your cashiers back in place like it used to be.

I'm not interested in proving that I did your job for you.

• If you want me to be a cashier with no training then that's vour problem not mine.

• Keep employing young people and give them job opportunities.

YOU DON'T PAY ME TO SCAN MY OWN SHOPPING.

YOU DON'T GIVE ME STAFF DISCOUNT FOR WORKING FOR YOU.

Signed ....All of us

These are jobs that are needed to have for young and old

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Some places you go now, there is no option but to do 'self check out'.  It totally does my head in.

I am not employed by that store, so why am I doing their job for them?  

Am I in the minority in feeling like this?

If there is no option except self check out, I leave.

Simple.  And don't give me that shit about progress!  It's not progress, it's cost cutting.  

And that's the end of that little rant.  It's been a long time coming.

ABOVE:  I took another photo of our back yard yesterday.   I can't get over how much it can change in such a short time.  

ABOVE:  So pretty.  And we finally have some privacy back.  

I plan on 'sleeping in' today.  Which basically means I wake up early, cat nap for a little while then read the news, check out my peeps on Instagram and Facebook and do my blog... all from me bed.

Then I'm going out to gas up me car, and then go to VTZN to get a new Warrant of Fitness.

Or not.  Hopefully my car passes.  It's as nasty as going to the dentist, the suspense is horrible, waiting to see if you are in for some expensive repair/maintenance work.  😕😏

ABOVE:  Once home again, I'm going to finish off my new runner bag.  I just have to sew on the straps now.  That shouldn't take too long.

After that, I'm going to sort out all the runners, so setting up the next market is as smooth as it can be.

11.30 am.  I have been in my garage all morning, sorting out runners into 'racks' that they go on.

Which meant I had to unpack all of them.

AND put them on racks.  WTF was I thinking?

ABOVE:  Hopefully it will simplify our unpack and pack up at markets.

I'm 90% done thank goodness.

ABOVE:  The look of 'GUILTY'.  While my back was turned, she was off stealing mail.  Little trollop.  She's lucky I love her.

6.15 pm:  I got the runner bag finished, and all the runners are sorted and in the right bag.  Ready to be unpacked in the right order.

Now we just have to remember to pack them back IN in the right way.

Stew isn't home from work yet, he's crazy busy in his office.

I have been working in the house all day, just doing heaps of odd jobs.  

The car's WOF will have to wait until tomorrow morning now.

I'm debating if we go out to dinner this evening or not.

I gave WW a swerve tonight, just not feeling it today.  And as I said, I've been busy in the house and didn't want to stop, have a shower and go out.

It's friggin HALLOWEEN.   Like we are NOT friggin Americans.  I totally do not get why this country has to adopt other countries traditions.

Particularly this one.

It does my damn head in.

I've had three groups come to my front door knocking for sweets so far.  EVEN though I have a sign on our gate saying "NO TRICK OR TREATING HERE THANK YOU".

I am not giving any to anyone.

The dogs go ape shit and bark their heads off.

The last group, a large group of about 6 kids, kept on knocking and knocking, knowing they were making the dogs bark.   They though it was funny.

I didn't.

Just as I'd had enough and was getting up to go and tell them to fuck off, they fucked off.

Just as well.

I was ready to rip their shitty little heads off and shove them in their buckets!

Stew just got home.  To a seething wife.  

Placated.  We went to our Indian Restaurant for dinner.  That cheered me up.  Well that, and some Jelly Beans after dinner.

It's not often I have a sweet now, so yeah, YUM.

We are now going to just relax till bedtime.

Catch ya tomorrow.