Im done!

Thank you Lord for waking me this morning. It feels good to wake up and feel good. and I Thank you for listening to me rant and rave, and then come to my senses.

 

Today at work we had a 2 hour meeting and things went well. What I love most about my coworkers is the fact that we all can laugh, and talk in between customers, and even off work they are very good people. When it comes to business they all can “boss up” and be about business. I love that about us. Even the managers know that about us, and I say that because you can tell that a few of them can get “off the hook” with their power. But the way we come at them * with respect* I can honestly say they know we are people who can get it done. In our meeting today, they were basically telling us that “the customers always win”. She gave many examples and one of them was this…..if a customer come through my line with a price tag that says $30.00 and it’s really $300.00 give it to them, because they feel that the person who tagged it left off an 0 and that’s “our fault” ( Walmart). They have no idea how often this happens. Nooooo idea. And so we were like are you serious? Do you know what this set us up for? Customers will purposely come through the lines with wrong tags just because they know they can get it for that price. We use stickers….meaning you can easily peel off a price tag off another item and put it on something expensive. Thats a WOW for us, but you know like I said in the meeting ( Lord help me to not be funny about it, or sarcastic when I speak) this is “their stuff” and if you want me to give it to them…… YOUR WORD IS MY COMMAND! My only issue is that when one customer sees this, then they all want to reshop come back through your line and “demand you give them the same treatment” you gave the other person. But hey….. like I said in the meeting today, this stuff  does not belong to “LaCrease”and whatever my bosses want, they will get .

 

And we are moving right along.

 

You know how you come home from work, you sit down and you start thinking about your day,week, or something that happened, something was said, a situation, a story,  OR ANYTHING, and you start thinking about it. Then you go through all these emotions and you say Lord, am I over reacting, am I going to far in my thinking, am I over analyzing? Then you say to yourself, okay…… maybe I tired, maybe I’m sleepy, maybe I just need to lay down my day was long, maybe  ITS ME! Okay, you take off your clothes and you go lay down, feeling good, sleepy, close your eyes ….boom youre sleep. Wake up about 3 hours later and then……….. the whole thing comes to mind again.Your thoughts go even deeper!!!! Now you need prayer, because you’re really feed up.  Its not even you to feel this way about a situation, but you’re feeling this way. Thats when you know, it wasnt just you tripping. Normally when I start feeling a certain way about something, I will say well let me go lay down, I’m sleepy anyway, then maybe when I wake up I’ll feel better. And I will.

 

But not this time.

 

 Right now, this is real. And I’m tired. Thats it I’m done. God, you know my limit, you know me, and you know my heart. But this right here. I’m done. And you know I hate to get to this point, it’s a bad head space for me. I hate the way I’m feeling right now, I hate it. I havent had this feeling for a long time, and you know that’s it me. I cant do it any longer. I know what I said, and you know what I want. But I done. Im just gone sit back………. I don’t have NOTHING TO SAY. I’M DONE! I’m done. I’m so done. That’s it for me. I refuse to feel like this any longer, I dont have too. Thats it!!!

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