I should have known when I couldn't get media player to find any song that I wanted to listen to that I shouldn't go in to work. I kept saying, 'nah, it's just the crazy media player folks.' But I knew better.
Today was the highest test of patience I've had in a very long time.
Bloody Mary (aka the Area Manager) decided to show up at our job today. She has a bad habit of finding something deathly wrong with a store and making an employee fix it. Today, it was me that was the fixer. I spent 2 and a half hours scrubbing and sweeping the mf parking lot with her 'direction'. I was furious because it's a direct result of other people not doing their job. The work that I had to do was absolutely disgusting... people are sick... lazy and sick. I had to clean up behind the dumpster and I'm dry heaving while sasquatch is talking on her cellular.
I was so mad that I stopped talking to anyone. My manager kept trying to talk to me, he was presented with either the middle digit of the left hand or the middle digit of the right hand. I didn't talk to anyone for a good 45 mins. When I stop joking around, it's a bad thing.
I start my mantra, of 'this is what i do for a paycheck, this day will pass.... ' and I'm still having a prob stomaching my job.
When Jimmy came in (the ass that should have done some of the work that I did this morning) I let him know it too. At first he thought it was funny that he left all his garbage behind the dumpster to fester in the summer sun. bleah. But he became my bitch today. I rode his ass like sasquatch rode mine. Tomorrow, he's my bitch too. And just maybe, every day after that.
I of course being of weak composition, had to have french fries, guacamole, and mass ibuprofen to deal with my day. But that's ok I figure I had to have burnt all that off because of all the sweeping I did in the sun. Something had to give. I still didn't have any diet coke.... and I've got truck tomorrow to help burn off any extra. Soooo there. :P
About 2 p.m. I looked at my boss, who was still trying to coddle me, and I say, "Actions, James. Actions. The required action for you to return to the sunshine of my favor is Soy Delicious Chocolate Ice cream." He supposed to bring it to work tomorrow. We'll see. I love that stuff.
Posted by hawkie at June 23, 2004 07:51 PM