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ugh

You know that whining I've been doing about that nagging cough that doesn't do anything except leave me dry coughing and I kept calling it unproductive?

Well it picked yesterday to start being productive and now, I am sick again. Throat sore, lungs congested, and pissed off.

I am annoyed because it is 3:34 a.m. and I can't get back to sleep, I just lay there awake, I alternate between cold and hot. Grrrrrrr.

I wouldn't care if I just had to work today, but I've an 8-10 hour trip ahead of me and being sick during it all makes me all the more in the holiday spirit [/sarcasm]

Yesterday at work was bleah. They keep fucking up with the scheduling. They schedule people from 7a-2:30p or 7a-3p. Very few of us (me included) are scheduled from 3p-4p. Making that hour, hell. Usually, they expect everyone to just stay over to 4pm. They don't really ask, they just assume. It has been this way for a while. New boss is trying to schedule effectively, but you would think he'd get the net by now that this isn't going to fly. We don't get paid managers salary. The store, after our scheduled hours, is just a store, and fuck them, I'm gonna go home and enjoy my real life.

Well, yesterday, all the people scheduled to 3pm left at 3pm. Leaving us only half staffed. I can not tell you how much it fucking sucked, it just did. So, the manager starts going on and on about 'Why wouldn't anyone stay???' And I went off.

'It's not our responsibility to. You can't expect to post a schedule on Sunday night, that people are supposed to start working on monday morning and expect that people are going to be willing to stay for you. Your scheduling sucks and I'm very not happy about it.'

'why aren't you happy with it?'

'because i have to deal with it every day. and i don't want to hear you complain about why people won't go out of their way when the employer won't go out of his way'

~silence~

put that in your fucking pipe and smoke it.

For some reason. I have the ability to tell this manager off when everyone else just walks around scared of him.

Also, we had a guest manager run a shift yesterday. I have been chopping lettuce for five or six months by now. Mr-hot-shot thinks that he's going to tell me to cut it a new way. The 'right' way. Mind you, I've been shown no less that four or five different 'right' ways to chop lettuce. When he came over and took the knife out of my hand and said, 'Let me show you something' and began to edumacate me on the subtle intricacies of chopping a head of iceberg. I had to close my eyes and count to ten.

He mistook this as rolling my eyes.

'I know you're rolling your eyes and everything, but just let me show you this.'

'I'm not rolling my eyes, that's pointless. I'd rather just tell you that I've chopped lettuce with eight different managers, I've had an area supervisor watch me chop lettuce, and none of them said anything to me about the way I chopped lettuce. And, your way is not faster, but i'll do it your way and take longer if you like. I was counting to ten so that what I just told you wasn't put much more succinctly in two words.'

~silence~

I loathe hot shots. I loathe managers that stand over your shoulder. He kept saying, " At my store, cold springs... we... "

So, I started saying " This one time at cold springs..." He caught on. He actually thought it was funny and started saying it.

Then, we have words of the day. Yesterday's word was 'anal' and we sorta play word of the day like marco polo, One person says 'anal' and then you hear a round of 'anal' popping up throughout the store.

One day it was bleargh.
one day it was penis.
one day it was 'iputafingerinmybutt'

yeah, we come up with some originals.

I was scheduled till four, but I stayed till five pm. I have to be gracious every now and then so that I can have the luxury of telling people straightly.

It's four a.m. I'd like to be in the throws of some quality time w/ mr sandman. do you think he could comply?

I'd really appreciate it also if my mind could stop replaying that whole deer incident. I'll be minding my own business and 'pop' right into mind. bleah.

mooo mooo mooo

yes i know, but it's my place to mooo

I know it's unchristmas of me, but can't i just stay home? I don't think we can stay with John's sister now, because I don't want to get the baby sick. Which means that we'll have to stay with his brother and his wife, and truth be told, I don't really care for his wife. I have a limited reserve of congeniality. And I'd like to not put my foot in my mouth.

bah humbug.

x

Posted by hawkie at December 24, 2003 04:01 AM