I find that Mondays can be the most frantic work days of the week. I spend the weekend thinking about what needs to get done and then Monday morning, I’m wound up like a top ready to be spun. This is mostly true when deadlines are coming closer. I almost don’t want Friday to come (isn’t that sad?) for fear that I won’t have enough done by then.
Luckily, aside from the second half of yesterday, I didn’t have that much time to think about work this weekend. We wasted an inordinate amount of time grocery shopping on Sunday at a supermarket recently under new ownership that is a bit out of our way (10 min drive).
I was like a kid in a candy store in that place – so much produce at ridiculous prices. Heirloom tomatoes $1.50/lb? What? Watermelon 10 cents/lb? A big cantaloupe melon for 99 cents? Which makes me very suspicious.
Lure me in with your cheap prices and then pull the switcheroo.
I can’t tell you how this has been bugging me since yesterday. Which is retarded. It’s just that I don’t like getting attached to a supermarket, learning where stuff is in the aisles, getting down a routine, only to be betrayed later.
It’s possible that they are new owners and think these prices are sustainable and are clueless to managing a store. Possible. But I tend to think it’s Bait and Switch. “Come to our grand reopening! Look how awesome we are!” and then in a couple months, they’ll jack up the prices to be the same as everyone else.
And then I’ll have to go back to Henry’s which pisses me off an a regular basis with their selection (No orzo? Really? No sliced prosciutto in the deli?) and their baggers. Saturday afternoon I was there for 6 things, the highly skilled bagger put them in three different bags (seriously?) and then failed to bag two packages of blueberries (which I paid for). A fact I didn’t realize until the next morning, after a 13 mile run, when I attempted to make blueberry pancakes.
I was miffed, to say the least. This was only a few days after finding that a carton of ricotta (the deal where they must pack and weigh it at the store since it’s in the deli plastic containers) that hadn’t yet been opened, had a sell by date of 6/15, purchased a few days earlier, was already spoiled.
Henry’s is on my last nerve. Anyone else with irrational thoughts/attachments to grocery stores?