Deli Swiss Cheese

So I bought this pepper jack #cheese at the #Walmart #deli counter tonight. If you look close, you can see that there is a second label placed over the original.

The $7.63 price on top is for some boring Swiss cheese that I didn’t purchase. Under that label is one for $6.63 which also shows the correct cheese, which I ordered and watched her slice on the spot. She obviously put the correct one on first, then covered it with this bogus one. If it was the other way around, I’d think she mislabeled it the first time, then corrected it. In THIS order, the only possible explanation is that it was intentional.

This is where it starts to disturb me a bit more. Due to the fact I would be taking this to a random checker and paying the “Swiss price”, there’s no potential for profit to the deli girl in this scenario. She doesn’t take payments, nor could she have something going with anyone else to profit from this in any way. Further, there’s no way she’s doing this just to keep inventory in line when she sneaks Swiss out in her bra since she’d just have a similar inventory shortage of pepper jack!

That leaves only one of 2 possible recipients of this switcharoo: Either the deli or whole store is scamming the company for bonuses and so on due to reduced “shrink” from sneaking this kinda crap in repeatedly to make up for employee theft, shoplifting, damaged items, etc. that normally factor into this rather important retail statistic. If it’s not this individual location (Walmart #5462, Vancouver, WA), then the other possibility is that Walmart is pulling this scam company-wide. Assuming they manage to do this to 1 in 4 customers, the extra dollar per 4 customers would make a hefty sum when they apparently have 100 million customers a week. That’s a lot of thievery.

Either way, Walmart, whether locally or worldwide, is training its employees to do things like this, and fuck us if we don’t like donating dollars to Walmart. This isn’t the first crap like this they’ve pulled. Several years ago a bunch of employees verified some suspicions that stores were adjusting shrink numbers by sneakily spinning the bag turnstile in such a way to guarantee lots of people leaving a bag or 2 behind.

via Timeline Photos.

 

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O’ Divine One

As has been proclaimed by the Pirates, Ahoy! for a New Age has come.

Let the printed idols fall before the Awesome might of the Noodle! Let there be singing in the streets and countrysides of the great divinity that is The Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Let the Saviors of the past degenerate into the myths they are. Let Boyardee be raised up and with a mighty “Arrr” let the Holy Land be found. And once there let a great monument to the Midget, the Mountain, and the Tree be built and consecrated in the name of the image of the Skull and Crossbones.

The Swords are drawn. The flags are waving and the ships are coming to assault the port of Untruth! Pillaging, plundering, and wenching will commence and when that is done, a great cloud of saucey awesomeness will billow in the image of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the highest and most powerful Noodle!

RAmen.

Now let us pray.

Our Pasta, who “Arghh” in heaven, Swallowed be thy shame. Thy Midgit come. Thy Sauce be yum, On top some grated Parmesan. Give us this day our garlic bread. And give us our cutlasses, As we swashbuckle, splice the main-brace and cuss. And lead us into temptation, But deliver us some Pizza. For thine are Meatballs, and the beer, and the strippers, for ever and ever. RAmen.

via Sexy Atheists.

Of Chocolate and Human Arrogance,The Modern Mocha

“Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood Starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolatey cafe mocha when it occurred to me that to drink a mocha is to gulp down the entire history of the New World. From the Spanish exportation of Aztec cacao, and the Dutch invention of the chemical process for making cocoa, on down to the capitalist empire of Hershey, PA, and the lifestyle marketing of Seattle’s Starbucks, the modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top.”

 
― Sarah Vowell

 

 

 

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The Savage Daughter

If you decide or wish to eat fresh, eat vegan, or eat healthier, that is fine.

However, none of these things is necessary for or tantamount to being a good pagan or a good witch.

via the savage daughter.

My Year Of Blogging – 2012

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 3,600 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 6 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

Kellogg’s GMO Flakes – Activists Take Over Kellogg’s Facebook Wall | GMO Labeling

A movement to essentially take over the Facebook wall of cereal giant Kellogg’s appears to be working quite well, as a few peeks at the mega-corporation’s page reveals.

While the Battle Creek, Michigan based company has crafted a wholesome image through its commercials, friendly cartoon characters and seemingly health-focused products, activists of the GMO-free movement aren’t buying it because of their rampant use of GMOs, and they have a bone to pick.

Spurred by various activist groups for health freedom on Facebook including many that are support California’s landmark Proposition 37, which mandates genetically modified organism (from food crops) labeling, individual users have continued the barrage of posts. Most of them focus on their own personal decision to dump Kellogg’s for using GMOs in recent years, as well as to inform people interacting with the page about studies that have shown serious health defects caused by GMO corn and other GMOs.

Kellogg’s of course uses GMO’s in most of their cereals, as just about all processed food companies do nowadays. Corn, canola, soy, sugar beets (labeled as “sugar), and a few other ingredients are among those that are likely genetically modified if not organic. They have been linked to infertility, serious allergies, weight gain and organ damage in lab animals.

The company has taken a stand against Prop 37, however, to avoid having to label its products as containing GMOs in California. Many analysts believe that a win for the proposition in California could open the flood gates for more states to adopt such laws, which is exactly what companies like Kellogg’s and similar companies want to avoid. So far, Kellogg’s has contributed tens of thousands of dollars to fight the initiative and is likely to donate more as November draws near.

It’s interesting to note just how effective the campaign has been on Facebook by the anti-GMO crowd, however. Virtually every post or thread started by Kellogg’s has a high number of respondents spreading awareness about GMOs, and Kellogg’s fans are becoming curious. Many of them seem as if they had no idea that GMOs were even an issue, or that they happened to be in Kellogg’s products.

via Kellogg’s GMO Flakes – Activists Take Over Kellogg’s Facebook Wall | GMO Labeling.

You Don’t Know Me

I am so glad I don’t have to live in a car anymore, or wonder if I’d get to eat that day. I don’t have to worry about caught between rival gangs fighting or getting harassed by cops for parking in a quiet residential area to sleep. I don’t have to wander the streets at night looking for a safe place to ride out the storm.

I like having a bathroom I don’t have to share with strangers. I like waking up in a real bedroom on a real bed, and having a roof over my head. I rejoice in the hot and cold water, and the plumbing, and the tub, though small, is simply divine.

I used to be homeless. I used to stand in line at various soup kitchens and churches hoping to get some food in my belly. I’ve had to rub elbows with the very people most of you walk across the street to avoid. I was one step from being a runaway; one step from doing things with my body that would have surely ended in my death.

I was fifteen when all that ended.

Don’t tell me I “haven’t had it hard”, or that I “have not been poor” and that I “don’t know what it’s like”.

I know exactly what it’s like.