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KUWTJ – It’s Okay. They’re Already Dead.

“What’s on your mind?” Facebook asks nearly every time we get together. I refrain from responding, because Facebook should already know how much I utterly despise its presence. Still, it can be useful on occasion, so I tolerate it lingering about.

It’s a Wednesday in the Andersen household. Not much going on for a Wednesday. We went to Bdubs for their all- you- can- eat wings, only to discover our particular chain wasn’t supporting said advertisement. A crying shame. Post- dinner, we watched an episode of Firefly which is always so tragically bittersweet for me. Like having dinner with a friend one last time before they’re shipped away. Forever. Never to return.

Of course, there’s like 15 episodes, so dinner 15 times plus thematic theme music…

As I was saying, not much going on for a Wednesday night.

Tomorrow boasts too many chores and adult-y responsibilities, and I recall to mind my favorite verse: Don’t be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious about itself. Sufficient is the day and it’s worries.

So we put away our planners and have dinner with friends intending to leave us. Today we will worry about today. Tomorrow we shall see.

“Keep us, O God, for the sea is so big and our ships are so little.”

Leave no stone unturned and never stop until you have arrived.

This has been,

Fan T. C.

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KUWTJ – Bed Troubles

In another episode of what I like to call “Keeping Up With The Jones,” I share a bit of drama of newlywed life.


In other news pertaining to recently married life, the cat is taking her new only- child life quite well. Our concern was unfounded since her earlier skittishness was actually due to the freakish number of storms we’ve had in recent days. Not to worry. She understands the safety protocol in the event of severe weather and takes up shelter beneath the stair well.

While her human mother might sleep straight through a tornado, at least the cat will be safe.

The house is beginning to once again resemble a home (although I’ve been informed by the husband that it was really more like a batchelorette pad before.) We’ve been anxiously awaiting the mattress to our brand new bed. Sleeping on the support boards of the frame is getting old, to say the least.

I kid. We have a twin mattress. Fortunately, we’re small people. But Hubby has been known to have been elbowed (quite unintentionally, I assure you) in his sleep. Maybe if he would quit sleeping on my hair, he wouldn’t be so rudely disturbed…

Life is good if you remember that you don’t need castles and fancy plates to make your life happy. We’re enjoying decorating the cozy duplex. There’s a fire pit (sadly drowning) in the front yard. If you see a light, please stop by and pull up a chair. I’m sure we’ll have cold beer or at least a glass of wine to share.

Leave no stone unturned and never stop until you’ve arrived.

This has been,

Fan T. C.

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Let’s Celebrate

Guess what, folks.

I’m getting married tomorrow.

If you drink, have a toast with me.

You can use grape juice. Or lemonade. They make all sorts of sparkling waters these days too.

Anyway, this will be my last night as a bachelorette, and I couldn’t be happier.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

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Stories From the Front Lines

Titled: “Lazy, Lying Piece-of-Work Teenagers”

Subtitled: “And the Stunts They Pull”


Ladies and gentlemen,

It’s no lie that retail can be ranked as one of the worst jobs around. Working with the public is never easy, but working with everything else involved in managing a store front can be taxing on the best of days.

Since accepting the position of supervisor, I’ve learned enough about upper management’s short-falls to make me sick. It’s akin to being a teacher in a classroom – unending responsibility and hardship, absolutely no control over the students or politics.

Here, I’ll begin to regale you with tales I like to call “Stories From the Front Lines,” because it’s here that I’ve discovered what it truly means to lead a team.


I’ve always been fortunate to enjoy and appreciate every manager I’ve ever worked for and with at Walgreens. The same cannot be said for teammates (back when I was a cashier, or front store crew now that I’m a supervisor.)

Managing people is no joyful task. In fact, I would go so far as to say it’s worse than babysitting for a family you dislike but don’t know how to say “no” to because you’re a 13 year old girl and always taught to respect your elders, even to the point of prostrating yourself as a doormat. (If you’re a parent of a 13 year old girl, please teach them how to say “no.” They desperately need this weapon in their arsenal.) If you’re a man reading this and can’t imagine yourself in the body of a 13 year old girl, just think about the first time your mate accidentally kicked you in the nuts. Now imagine getting kicked in the nuts for a week straight every month for the rest of your natural born life, because you’re 13 years old and you subconsciously think the world is going to end after highschool which seems an eternity away.

But I digress.


Guess what I found hiding by the trash compactor at work.
Last night’s cashier returns. You know, all the items customers bring to the register but don’t actually want and are too lazy to put back on the shelves themselves.
Yes. Those are the responsibility of the cashier to put away at the end of his/her shift.
Guess who closed last night.
“E” – the lovely new hire who is turning out to be the laziest lying piece-of-work teenager to date.
Oh, guess who she’s friends with.
“K” – the last lazy, lying piece-of-work teenager to grace our store.

Now, “K” has already pulled and perfected all these stunts that “E” is attempting. At least I can credit “K” with being unique. “E” is just a lazy copycat. And because we have already seen all these marvelous stunts, repercussions are going to come a lot swifter.

And trust me. I’ve been perfecting my techniques too.

Welcome to Walgreens. Here, you’ll always receive service with a smile. But underneath that facade of corporate perfection, nothing is ever as it seems.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin