Mama got a new camera!

And, by the way, since I'm so on top of things today with Nealy's one month picture, I'm happy to report that I got my very own camera! The camera situation in this house is officially WAY too difficult for me. Joe has 2 Canon Rebel SLR cameras, and although I am so grateful that we have access to such wonderful cameras and my husband has amazing talent when using them, they are too much for me. I want a little camera that takes a good picture, doesn't add extra bulk when it's in my pocket, and is super cute. Yes, I will admit it. I require a camera that is cute.

So, about a week ago, I ordered a little Kodak Easy Share because it was the buy of the week at Walmart.com and it came in pink. Good deal and cute!! So, it came, and I spent a couple of days with it before I determined that it was not my camera. It was a little too bulky, it didn't take a very good picture, and the shade of pink was more of a dusty rose than the preferable baby pink. Ew.

I boxed up the little Kodak, and Nealy and I made the dreaded trip to Walmart. Yes, that store is evil. Yes, I am forced to shop there because I am poor. The evil Walmart powers that be know that they can hook us with their low prices and super megalo store that has everything you need, so we're stuck. These are dark days, my friends. Anyway, I was sent to customer service by the door greeter, who must check all returns when they walk in the store. She admitted to me that I would probably have to go to the camera desk, but since I bought the camera online I needed to go to customer service first.

Ok, has anyone been to customer service at a Walmart lately? There's usually about 5 or 6 associates gathered in that area, but only ONE of them is on shift. And it doesn't matter how many people are in line for help, that ONE person is going to get to you when she can manage the time. And if you need a manager for some reason, don't think he or she will come running to assist. They will also take their own precious time in taking the 15 steps necessary to help.

Before I even get to the desk, I am informed that I need to go to the camera desk (since she sees the return in my hand). Before I willingly went, I said that I was told to come here since I bought the thing online. No, no, go to the camera desk. Ok, if you say so.....

Well, they have their own issues going on back there. Between three of them, they are having major problems with figuring out the cash register. So, I wait. And wait and wait and wait. There isn't even a line!!!! Finally, one of the girls decides to come and help me.

Okay, here's the part in the story where I admit that I have returned things to Walmart that I don't know if they actually came from Walmart or not. Walmart, at least to me, is known for taking anything and everything back from whatever four corners of the earth that thing came from. They aren't picky. I figure if I have the item in perfect condition along with my invoice, I'm gold. No problems. Well, it was apparently more than anyone at the Walmart could handle.

When did you buy this? Where is the date? Why are you returning this memory card? Why are you returning the camera? What's wrong with it? What? You say it isn't cute enough for you? What do you mean?
I DO NOT NEED WALMART ASSOCIATES PASSING JUDGMENT ON ME!!!!!
So what if the camera isn't cute enough? Don't give me the stink eye!

After dealing with the think tank at the camera desk, guess where we had to go? If you guessed customer service, then you get a gold star!!! So, back to customer service Nealy and I a-go! In the meantime, I've selected a new Nikon Color Pix in plum to replace the Kodak, but the camera associate won't let me hold it for the trip back to the front of the store. Are slightly chubby women in black framed glasses and spit up in their hair and a tiny infant in tow the new threat to society? It has been quite a while since I'd nearly given up hope and started muttering under my breath to Nealy, my only friend in this god forsaken store. So, maybe I did seem threatening! Who knows?

So, after alllllll that hot mess, I still had to do some shopping. How glutton for punishment am I that I will still buy things in that horrible store after they've tossed me around for the better part of 30 minutes? That is the evil of Walmart. As long as they get you in the door, they figure you'll buy what you need since you've already entered the small country that is Walmart.

Luckily, we have a happy ending. I got my super cute camera. It is so tiny and adorable, and it takes really nice pictures. Be expecting more from me, since I can take my own pictures now and I don't have to harrass Joe to do it. And maybe you'll actually get to see Joe in a picture or two! Wouldn't that be amazing?

Happy Derby Day to everyone. Go drink some bourbon.