Recently, I decided to take on a few projects. I want to paint some thrift store furniture (not that godforsaken crackle finish, I haven’t had a hysterectomy yet), as well a grow some of my own herbs (not marijuana I am gainfully employed).
I go to Lowes for certain projects like the one’s mentioned above. You can’t beat the discount price of mismatched paint mixes.
The store itself is the problem. It takes a minute to get acquainted with the layout as every store is slightly different. Once you figure out you need to look at the aisle signs that are hung at cathedral ceiling level, you finally get an idea of where to go.
What I really hate is the employees. When i can’t find something or need assistance with an item on a higher shelf there is not a single blue vest to be found. They have vanished as if the rapture got them (all those crap Kirk Cameron movies are true). On the other hand, when I know exactly what I need and where to find it, they appear form another dimension to ask if I need help. I am immediately annoyed.
This last time I felt bombarded as I needed items on opposite end of the store. I was asked at least six times if I needed help. For fuck sake we are in a recession! Why has Lowes employed the population of San Fransisco for one store?What’s worse is the sales people have assigned areas to work. If I want to look around or just grab different things throughout the store, I have to be asked by each area’s assigned staff member. I grab items like I am Indiana Jones taking the holy grail, trying to get away unnoticed. I am such a social butterfly that I may just rush o the checkout forgoing the light bulbs so I don’t have to be asked if I need assistance AGAIN! It’s fine I will use candles.
Upon checking out, I am exhausted. I am so drained I do not even want to start my projects when I get home. Purchased supplies remain unused, I have wasted my money. I hate Lowes so…so…so…much.