I think its absolutely insane that people can be treated so badly. Curious as to what the hell I mean? I have some intense issues about my work right now, but I will not detail my rage, believe me, its for the best.
Anyways, I know I've been of the shy sort lately, money's been tight, and my head is ready to pop with stress of debt. Tomorrow I will be offically registered for class in the fall, and I'm actually really excited? Call me crazy...."hey crazy!"
I had the pleasure of seeing some you guys over the past weekend, and I'm sorry if I was out of it, and looking of the bad, but you know, 8 hour shift at customer service without having a shower and necessary prep time does take its toll.
I was sent home from work today because my direct manager decided that I was unfit to work because she was so harsh that she made me cry. I hate crying at work, but I knew I had 2 options when she was yelling at me. Option 1: Yell back at her or Option 2: bottle up rage and force out tears of intense anger. I chose the latter because I figured I wouldn't get fired for crying. Regardless of the events today, I think it is about time I really started looking for something new....grrr. I hate job hunting just as much as I hate bathing suit shopping...and I really detest bathing suit shopping.
Sex toy party was certainly entertaining, but I didn't buy anything, but some of my less sexual friends got the lesson of a lifetime, and that in itself was pretty amusing. Deicide was also last week. Small turnout and I was fucking exhausted so I really didn't get my money's worth out of it. The reedeming part of the night--Immolation was great and going home to watch Lost with Bradethicus.
Last thing on the agenda, as you all have likely read in previous entries, I have some issues with a semi-friend of mine, that I refer to as Meghan. Well....She is gone. Meghan picked up and moved to Victoria. And she's pissed that I didn't "try to stop" her. Ah, is it wrong to be glad she's gone? No? Great.
Anyways, I know I've been of the shy sort lately, money's been tight, and my head is ready to pop with stress of debt. Tomorrow I will be offically registered for class in the fall, and I'm actually really excited? Call me crazy...."hey crazy!"
I had the pleasure of seeing some you guys over the past weekend, and I'm sorry if I was out of it, and looking of the bad, but you know, 8 hour shift at customer service without having a shower and necessary prep time does take its toll.
I was sent home from work today because my direct manager decided that I was unfit to work because she was so harsh that she made me cry. I hate crying at work, but I knew I had 2 options when she was yelling at me. Option 1: Yell back at her or Option 2: bottle up rage and force out tears of intense anger. I chose the latter because I figured I wouldn't get fired for crying. Regardless of the events today, I think it is about time I really started looking for something new....grrr. I hate job hunting just as much as I hate bathing suit shopping...and I really detest bathing suit shopping.
Sex toy party was certainly entertaining, but I didn't buy anything, but some of my less sexual friends got the lesson of a lifetime, and that in itself was pretty amusing. Deicide was also last week. Small turnout and I was fucking exhausted so I really didn't get my money's worth out of it. The reedeming part of the night--Immolation was great and going home to watch Lost with Bradethicus.
Last thing on the agenda, as you all have likely read in previous entries, I have some issues with a semi-friend of mine, that I refer to as Meghan. Well....She is gone. Meghan picked up and moved to Victoria. And she's pissed that I didn't "try to stop" her. Ah, is it wrong to be glad she's gone? No? Great.
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And ya, I've been made to cry when I worked for the big box company... it was horrible. But now I'm broker than ever and its really hard to know what to do.
Thank you for validating my being able to have a grouchy post- you are the only one that did. I really respect that.
Oooh, we should get together and have a work-rage rant fest. Oooooh I'm sure we could both fill some hours...