Scanners are me. UPC is me at Waikiki. Dewey decimal is Pearl. I was a very special little girl. Island Lake Elementary was the evidence of Waikiki. I was reference librarian there and did care from age of 6. Title, Subject, and Author was the organization. The numeric system was the code. Speedy market was the start of the scanner art. UPC was entered by scan, and price was then put in the register. No one really thought about the fact that they had been on the labels since the commissary ate me alive as the HARBOR did jive. UPC's were on all foods when scanner came to be. It stands for universal price code, actually. At Speedy, they got greedy, thus I was never let in on the deal, they did steal, and I left for college. I worked at the library there and did care about stealing, thus I instituted the first metal detectors in history, in our library, when we put metal strips in books and began the National Library of Congress method of management. We put barcodes on each book. We did not use UPC because I am ALL PUBLISHING HEIRESS. It would have changed the whole industry. National Library of Congress method was more elite, because there were more topics, more subjects, and more books that could be managed effectively without loss in system. The fist library scanners were then created by me there. The first dislodge of metal strip too. Metal detectors were fake before then. People around were just using body language and nasty invasive curiosities to use a remote button to set off metal detectors in airports and law enforcement. The very small amount of metal in the books at Hamline, through my strong sorcery birthed from house of fastidious toil was birthed. I then because cashier at Byerly's in Minnetonka. It was the first grocery store to have them. We used the scanners on the registers to enter all the products in the store. I then remotely, made a device to scan separate from the register and change price. At Speedy, and Byerly's I was insuring effective dissemination of food Stamps and WIC. I did work overnights, by myself, and stocked and sold stamps as well. It was federal hell. They will all end up in a cell. For little pay, I knew when to go on my way. I, in the last few months established the new checkout scanners at The Hennepin County Library downtown, Minneapolis. They are product universal, thus military. I knew when to actually use them and make them work. I began one at a time, they dislodge the strip as well. I waited and used librarians for a while out of the fatigue they cause me there and loss of eyesight due to their tunnel through while on PCP and LSD, simultaneously. They FILM far too much pornography there, and the city and feds do not care. I guess that I am the problem because I actually study many subjects well, do my work quietly, am polite to everybody, use online resources, and have, most recently stood up against the issue of offensive scenes in romance novels that are far too graphic, sexually. I jumped when I picked out a romance novel that was a six inch very graphic picture of clitoris and vagina. That is how much woman have tortured me sexually, from birth. they are degoute., thus I feel degoute. I discuss IMBUEMENT in my weblog that is a word that means creation birthed from connection. It can infer sexuality, but it also infers creativity and artistry that can be linked to the energy of God. I guess that is so very offensive, especially to woman and persons who work in libraries. Once I was ready, I finally used the checkout machines to their full capacity. I put seven books on there and they checked out and dislodged the metal strips, immediately. It had never worked before with more than one, and that was only for me. The librarians use a HAND SCANNER, actually. Most recently, I worked at Cub as a cashier. As soon as I got there, I birthed the counting scanner. It was research and development team around me. I knew to just let them sit me there, in a chair, answer copious questions, listen to copious stories, sit quietly for no reason by the pharmacy, as R&D swirled around me. I am just very DOD. They use my wizardry and give me no credit, payment, or advancement. At the register, I ensured the integrity of the devices and systems, by being the fastest checker in history for the longest period of time. I also kept FIRE DEPARTMENTS and MEDICS in line, on time, and "onscreen" so that they could lie to the community and say that they actually do something. They would have copious calls come through on their very loud walkie talkies as they marched through the store in mass. They came through my line a lot. They chose me. I did not choose them. Many departments came through, and more than one in a day. I only worked 4-hour shifts. I guess I mean nothing to that industry. Through much physical pain, I toiled, and always was on time, especially from my very brief breaks. In all of my position, though I receive the most customer awards and no complaints, I have NEVER been advanced. I cross train everywhere, but not at Cub. I knew when to leave. I felt so grateful for a minimum wage of $15 an hour. I have been just THAT disempowered. Maybe even BRAD PITT knows the feeling in this hour. Vie
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