F*^%ing Bag Boys

I have to tell you all, I had a pretty whirlwind weekend. I'll post on Mother's Day and my art tomorrow. Today I want to discuss something that irritates me to no end. Grocery baggers.

Now, in all fairness, my mom was a cashier for some major grocery chains when I was a kid, so bagging groceries is something that comes second nature to me. I have always been very careful to ensure that cold foods stay with other cold foods, mix the pantry goods so the bags don't way more than you do, et al. I even went through a 2 week training course when I worked at Central Market on how to bag groceries. Yes, it's that important! Evidently, the kids at my local Albertsons don't understand this concept. After last week's fiasco, noone else will EVER be allowed to bag my groceries again. And I will be speaking to the manager.

Last Wednesday I bought a little over $150 worth of groceries that was supposed to last us until the 15th. Well, every time I've allowed one of the bag boys to sack up my groceries, I remind them to put all the cold items together. (Why I should have to remind them of this is beyond me, but whatever). This makes it much easier on me when I get home, so all the cold food goes straight to the fridge and everything else to the pantry. I got home, and put everything up in the fridge. I let the pantry goods sit in the floor and threw the bag with the bread and cookies on the counter to get to later. I had class in a hour and still had to help my oldest with his homework. The pantry goodies got put up by hubby when he got home.

We spent most of the week trying to get the house cleaned up, and tackle the mountain of laundry we had left over from the camping trip. (Seriously, I did 12 loads of laundry.) By Friday, there was a horrendous smell lurking throughout the house. It smelled like something had died. We took out the trash. Not it. Cleaned out the cat box. Not it. Saturday, Hubby pulled out the stove and fridge thinking maybe we had a mouse die. Not it. Nope. See, bag boy on Wednesday decided to put my 2 pounds of hamburger meat in the bread bag. It sat there for 3 days in the Texas heat.

Now, you might ask why I didn't put the bread up to begin with. That bag was only supposed to contain bread, tortillas, and my treasured Oreos. Our bread box still had over half a loaf in it, along with some English muffins and other goodies. If my cats see bread out, they will destroy the entire loaf. Therefore, if bread does not fit in said box, it stays in the grocery bag out of site from the cats.

Someone please tell me what moron thinks it's a good idea to put hamburger meat in with bread items. I guarantee these are the same people who put milk with the eggs and bread. Or raw meat with my fresh veggies. I have had enough. I'm tired of yelling at bag boys to bag my groceries right. I have had to fight them off when I am bagging my groceries myself. I don't want your help! Keep your hands off my food! Cashiers who know me well have told bagboys to back off before they get hurt. Yes, some of them know me pretty well.

So, what is my course of action, here? Walmart is the only other store that's close to me, and I despise going there, so switching stores is my last resort. I guess I have to speak with the manager, who I have gotten to know a little. Maybe demand training for bagboys? Suggestions?