So this is hell
Mar. 28th, 2004 12:53 amMy workers must think I'm a complete whacko, the way I storm around looking miserable and angry all the time. I don't think they quite get just how much shit I put up with - from all sides. Workers that don't want to work, being one of only two assist. managers that wants to work - with a HM that doesn't really want to work either (though she does, and does well). Not to mention a boss that I'm pretty sure holds us all secretly in contempt, fucking ass munch customers....and I need to stop whining. But I can't, venting is the only thing that keeps me sane.
And jeez what a fucking night. You know it's going to be a winner when half the shift looks like they're going to cry with relief when you walk in the door. Insanely busy from the start, then the landing printer didn't want to work, then the men had to debate because they wouldn't fucking listen to me (turns out I was right about the problem, fuck you very much). So they finally fixed that but the boss was seeing red and making the whole store tense, the HM tried to keep me sane but you could see she wanted gone...workers didn't want to do certain things...the customers were all in BAD BAD moods tonight (I'm pretty sure one is going to call and try to get me fired - GO AHEAD AND TRY FUCKWAD). And there are other things I could mention but won't bother too.
So I thought I was doing okay, but the minute my dad walked in to pick me up I just started crying. I can't take much more of this - my feet have blisters b/c my shoes SUCK even though they're new, my hands are so dry and raw they're starting to bleed and on top of everything else I forgot to eat so right now I'm feeling vaguely sick.
I'm sorry for whining so much. Now I really need a shower b/c the best word to describe me right now is foul.
AND I just remembered I have to be in first thing in the morning.
And jeez what a fucking night. You know it's going to be a winner when half the shift looks like they're going to cry with relief when you walk in the door. Insanely busy from the start, then the landing printer didn't want to work, then the men had to debate because they wouldn't fucking listen to me (turns out I was right about the problem, fuck you very much). So they finally fixed that but the boss was seeing red and making the whole store tense, the HM tried to keep me sane but you could see she wanted gone...workers didn't want to do certain things...the customers were all in BAD BAD moods tonight (I'm pretty sure one is going to call and try to get me fired - GO AHEAD AND TRY FUCKWAD). And there are other things I could mention but won't bother too.
So I thought I was doing okay, but the minute my dad walked in to pick me up I just started crying. I can't take much more of this - my feet have blisters b/c my shoes SUCK even though they're new, my hands are so dry and raw they're starting to bleed and on top of everything else I forgot to eat so right now I'm feeling vaguely sick.
I'm sorry for whining so much. Now I really need a shower b/c the best word to describe me right now is foul.
AND I just remembered I have to be in first thing in the morning.
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Date: 2004-03-27 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-27 11:00 pm (UTC)NAAAGH
Date: 2004-03-27 11:29 pm (UTC)Yeah. FUCK THEM. WOO. That's all I have to say!!!
SCREW THEM THEY ARE ASSHOLES AND YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE WORKING THERE!!!