Stuff and WORK RANT.
Nov. 29th, 2004 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obliviousally_ljDude, a house freaking blew up last week. o_o Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suzanami for tipping me off to it.
I'm off today and tomorrow. Thank god. I'm getting really peeved at people at work. And the fact that I can't manage to be anything other than an immense failure. Because, you know, I'm a freaking machine who's able to talk to everyone who enters the store when I'm the ONLY PERSON ON THE FLOOR. And there's other employees who AREN'T ringing customers out who COULD BE HELPING PEOPLE. But no. They're just going to stand there and TELL ME TO. When I can't get everyone and I can't fucking give everyone a fucking flyer and it's not your fucking place to tell ANYONE that I'm close to getting fired when YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. I was told when I was doing somethin wrong, and I fucking fixed it. And I was not approached by our manager at the end of the day about anything. He told me to have a good day and I went home. so DON'T fucking turn around to TJ and tell her shit.
Fucking christ. TJ came home and told me this and I ended up spending a good while in the tub just crying (I'm sorry I didn't tell you or let on. It's cause I felt it was a stupid reason to be freaking out and you know how I am. :/). Because I can't do anything right, no matter how hard I try. I can't be perky customer service bitch. I can't be someone else. I've tried so hard to just be ME that it's near impossible for me to change that.
I just fucking hate retail. It drains my life away. I come home and I just want to sleep. Then, I get up and go to work. I haven't drawn since last week. I haven't done anything productive since last week. And it's killing me. But I can't quit, because we always need the money. And I'd feel bad quitting because there's not alot of seasonal workers and I know that'd be putting more work on the people I'm actually liking at work right now. And more burden on TJ, too. And I can't do that. So I have to suck it up until Janurary while it depresses me and makes me want to sleep more than I usually do.
I've got to call Labor Ready to see if I can work tonight. Streaky's vet appointmet was pushed back until the 2nd, so I've got a little more time to get some money. And we need food. And we'll need more gas. And all we have is $15.
We went over Rob's last night and watched some of Adult Swim and then watched Gokusen, which does indeed rock. But I knew this in March, when I saw it at Colossal Con.
TJ gets of work at 3PM. I don't know what we're doing today. I'm hungry and I don't really want and turkey. And there's not much else aside from that. I've only eaten, like, a candybar and some General Tso's chicken in the last....3 days? Yeah, that sounds about right. I think it's a combination of my cold and the feeling miserable.
The house reeks of death/rotten food. Ick. Something was left on the stove (stuffing?) for, well, I don't know how long. Ew.
suzanami for tipping me off to it. I'm off today and tomorrow. Thank god. I'm getting really peeved at people at work. And the fact that I can't manage to be anything other than an immense failure. Because, you know, I'm a freaking machine who's able to talk to everyone who enters the store when I'm the ONLY PERSON ON THE FLOOR. And there's other employees who AREN'T ringing customers out who COULD BE HELPING PEOPLE. But no. They're just going to stand there and TELL ME TO. When I can't get everyone and I can't fucking give everyone a fucking flyer and it's not your fucking place to tell ANYONE that I'm close to getting fired when YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. I was told when I was doing somethin wrong, and I fucking fixed it. And I was not approached by our manager at the end of the day about anything. He told me to have a good day and I went home. so DON'T fucking turn around to TJ and tell her shit.
Fucking christ. TJ came home and told me this and I ended up spending a good while in the tub just crying (I'm sorry I didn't tell you or let on. It's cause I felt it was a stupid reason to be freaking out and you know how I am. :/). Because I can't do anything right, no matter how hard I try. I can't be perky customer service bitch. I can't be someone else. I've tried so hard to just be ME that it's near impossible for me to change that.
I just fucking hate retail. It drains my life away. I come home and I just want to sleep. Then, I get up and go to work. I haven't drawn since last week. I haven't done anything productive since last week. And it's killing me. But I can't quit, because we always need the money. And I'd feel bad quitting because there's not alot of seasonal workers and I know that'd be putting more work on the people I'm actually liking at work right now. And more burden on TJ, too. And I can't do that. So I have to suck it up until Janurary while it depresses me and makes me want to sleep more than I usually do.
I've got to call Labor Ready to see if I can work tonight. Streaky's vet appointmet was pushed back until the 2nd, so I've got a little more time to get some money. And we need food. And we'll need more gas. And all we have is $15.
We went over Rob's last night and watched some of Adult Swim and then watched Gokusen, which does indeed rock. But I knew this in March, when I saw it at Colossal Con.
TJ gets of work at 3PM. I don't know what we're doing today. I'm hungry and I don't really want and turkey. And there's not much else aside from that. I've only eaten, like, a candybar and some General Tso's chicken in the last....3 days? Yeah, that sounds about right. I think it's a combination of my cold and the feeling miserable.
The house reeks of death/rotten food. Ick. Something was left on the stove (stuffing?) for, well, I don't know how long. Ew.
