Cold Steal

Man, it's cold here. Walking to work in the morning really is no fun (legs get cold, and somehow the icy chill keeps crawling up from below under the fat winter parka), though for some weird reason it seems warmer in the morning than at lunchtime, when I walk home again for some food. In the evening today (at -32) I almost froze my nose off. Wearing long johns helped with the legs, and was also very beneficial at work: Thursday is usually delivery day, so the big fucking warehouse door is open all the fucking time, exposing people who are supposed to be warm inside to the outside cold. And I, working away in my little room, busy sticking stickers on merchandise, counting shit, perforating clothes in order to protect them from getting stolen, am one of those persons, but people keep running in and out of my workspace, and I don't know, either because, as we say where I come from, they have sacks ouside the doors, or because they are locals and therefore oblivious to the cold, they half the time leave my door open.
But haha! I just close the door. And I wear long johns.

You don't believe what kind of crap and shit people buy in stores. The most crappy accessoires, the even more crappy plastic toys, small and big, tiny shit, useless crap, cheap, plastic, colourful, 99% made in China, stuff that after a week ends up in some corner, never ever even looked at again in a century.
But I price it. Business is business! If people wanna buy crap, crap will be sold to them. I believe that for example LEGO is completely unknown in this area.
So people can buy fucked-up plastic neon automatic toy guns and shitty plastic swords that make sounds when a butten is pushed. And I price it.
And I security-tag it. All of it. So people can buy it and don't have to steal it. Oh yeah, stealing. Here's what people do to buy clothes without paying: They go to the home hardware isle and look for wire cutters. They pick up the wire cutters (even take them out of the package), go to the clothes department, pick what they like, cut off the plastic "u.f.o.", put the garment on, et voilá, clothing obtained. Now all they have to do is walk out through the security barrier.
Or so they think.
Hehe.
Because if they do, the alarm will sound: MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP and someone looking as if he's working there will yell: The red bag, the red bag, stop right there!!
And we see it's Matt Damon, who suddenly remembers his UFC-skills.
How exciting a workday I have!
Luckily tomorrow I have a day off.
To even-up that I work saturday instead. And sunday. Yay!

Right now at present I am already totally surprised.