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obliviousally_ljGUESS WHO'S BACK IN SOFTLINES, BITCHES
See, everyone else who's been in softlines has expressed great displeasure at working over there with Deb. Recently, Deb and her daughter, Jen have been seperated. Because they shouldn't be working together ANYHOW if couples can't even work in the same area together.
So Jen's coming in at 5:30AM instead. To get shoved back in seasonal to wander around aimlessley by herself.
So Young Tracy was sent to softlines to do z-racks (the hanging clothes). Tracy expressed INTENSE HATE for doing z's and Mike had to scrape the bottom of the barrel for someone who hasn't EXPLICITLY stated they hate working over there.
That would be me.
So I'm getting re-trained on z's (because I was never properly trained in the first place, I just have a good idea of where things go because I have common sense)! Which I'm pretty happy about. I'm likely to be permanently replacing Tracy because Mike asked me if I'll have a problem being scheduled for every truck (which, at this point, is only three days a week because we're not getting Saturday trucks right now). I'm totally cool with being back over in softlines. And z-racks are easy, there's just weird rules for where you can put things and stuff. So as long as I remember that, it shouldn't be an issue. And I work faster and better than Jen any day. Jen will spend her tijme wandering around with two items instead of TAKING A HANDFUL OF SIMILAR ITEMS and finding where they go.
I was pissed about being called in this morning, but it wasn't so bad.
TJ sent me Watchmen smutfic. Surpringly good. And HILARIOUS.
Turnabout
lololol
TONIGHT, YOU, EDDIE.
We're supposed to be getting new phones today or tomorrow. I'm not sure exactly.
TJ got summoned away to go to calling hours of a family friend or something. He was pretty peeved about being woken up abruptly and finding out her mom was waiting outside for him already. So he had to rush to get dressed.
(I'm trying, sweetie. It's a hard transition from what my fingers are used to typing. D:)
Man, I haven't listened to music at my computer in FOREVER. I don't generally have my speakers on because my music is pretty gay and I don't want to plauge TJ with it. And now I don't know what I want to listen to. D: D:
It's very weird.
And, well, I like to sing, too. D:
Things have been pretty boring around these parts. Aside from the faggotry. I feel like a bad host because we've been SO incredibly boring, as well. But the weather has sucked the last few days and, well, there's not a whole lot to do. Being broke doesn't help much, either. :/
The cover of my kraft paper sketchbook.
See, everyone else who's been in softlines has expressed great displeasure at working over there with Deb. Recently, Deb and her daughter, Jen have been seperated. Because they shouldn't be working together ANYHOW if couples can't even work in the same area together.
So Jen's coming in at 5:30AM instead. To get shoved back in seasonal to wander around aimlessley by herself.
So Young Tracy was sent to softlines to do z-racks (the hanging clothes). Tracy expressed INTENSE HATE for doing z's and Mike had to scrape the bottom of the barrel for someone who hasn't EXPLICITLY stated they hate working over there.
That would be me.
So I'm getting re-trained on z's (because I was never properly trained in the first place, I just have a good idea of where things go because I have common sense)! Which I'm pretty happy about. I'm likely to be permanently replacing Tracy because Mike asked me if I'll have a problem being scheduled for every truck (which, at this point, is only three days a week because we're not getting Saturday trucks right now). I'm totally cool with being back over in softlines. And z-racks are easy, there's just weird rules for where you can put things and stuff. So as long as I remember that, it shouldn't be an issue. And I work faster and better than Jen any day. Jen will spend her tijme wandering around with two items instead of TAKING A HANDFUL OF SIMILAR ITEMS and finding where they go.
I was pissed about being called in this morning, but it wasn't so bad.
TJ sent me Watchmen smutfic. Surpringly good. And HILARIOUS.
Turnabout
lololol
TONIGHT, YOU, EDDIE.
We're supposed to be getting new phones today or tomorrow. I'm not sure exactly.
TJ got summoned away to go to calling hours of a family friend or something. He was pretty peeved about being woken up abruptly and finding out her mom was waiting outside for him already. So he had to rush to get dressed.
(I'm trying, sweetie. It's a hard transition from what my fingers are used to typing. D:)
Man, I haven't listened to music at my computer in FOREVER. I don't generally have my speakers on because my music is pretty gay and I don't want to plauge TJ with it. And now I don't know what I want to listen to. D: D:
It's very weird.
And, well, I like to sing, too. D:
Things have been pretty boring around these parts. Aside from the faggotry. I feel like a bad host because we've been SO incredibly boring, as well. But the weather has sucked the last few days and, well, there's not a whole lot to do. Being broke doesn't help much, either. :/
The cover of my kraft paper sketchbook.
