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Today was my monthly bitch-out by my boss.
She was very angry that I took off for "four days" to go to Virginia. Well, it was only 2 days first of all and it should have been a full week but I did hae my priorities straight.
She was hella pissed that I "went over her head" and talked to her boss about it. I talked to him because I wanted to make sure everything was covered all ASAP-like and the assistant manager, who was taking over for her, wasn't there that day. I concidered it an emergency that I needed the day off at such short notice with a short staff. Mari didn't think it was.
Then there was the issue of "all the overtime" that had to be approved. Unless she came in when she wasn't supposed to other times during the week, the girl that covered one shift for me only went one hour over. I made sure that the store wouldn't be too taxed while I was gone. I did good. Besides, if you take away the time that she spent chilling in the back room not working, yet not clocked out, that will MORE than make up for that hour.
Then was some stupid issue about my attitude and how I act toward my co-workers. The complaint was that some days I'll be "buddy buddy" with my co-workers but other days I hardly speak to anyone. Well, shit, I'm not gonna sit and chat with someone if I have nothing to say and some days I I just have nothing to say. I told Mari that I straight-up didn't know what the hell she was talkin about. I'm just not the type to sit and gab about idle stuff... Especially at work. According to her, some of my co-workers dread coming in to work with me because they don't know what kind of mood I'll be in.
I don't fuckin get it. Even when I'm in a piss poor mood, I try my best to keep up on everyone else's life. Today I even attempted to talk to Sharon about her golf game (which, may I add, she left early for) but I could really give half a shit about golf. Ya know, I am the one that came to work the day after getting my ass dumped by my man. I'm the one that refused the ambulance after getting hit by a car so I could get to work. I try my hardest. Sometimes, I just get in a bad mood and I will tell my co-workers that and keep some space between us. But to say that people dread coming in to work with me....?
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!
Then... oh yeah, there was another issue... then I got bitched out for missing money while Mari was gone. About a week or so ago, I did what's called a pay-out so I could buy supplies like toiletpaper and windex. That night, the drawer supposedly came out short the same amount as the payout. Oddly, it wasn't something I noticed had happened when I put in the drawer counts that night.
But, thats not what Mari harped on... Instead, I got the third degree about going to the bank for change.
Again, something that I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about.
The whole time she was gone, I only went to the bank once. I remember the day quite distinctly as it was the first Monday after Mari left. One of the other cashiers had supposedly gone to the bank but didn't get jack for change. The co-worker that I AM "buddy buddy" with, was so frustrated about the morning gal not properly doing her job, that I took care of everything.
As I remember, all the drawers came out just peachy keen that night... So, then, what the hell was she talkin about?!


I'm just so awfully confused.
People are telling lies about me.
According to Mari, the only person that there were any problems with was me... So then I guess she didn't hear about the others not going to the bank at all, or leaving me all alone in the store for an hour, or getting bitched out by the asst manager for asking someone else to do their job....

ARGH!

I can't wait to get a new gig!




PS
While I'm ranting, I also wanna bitch about some of the tiny titted chicks on SG. Now, I'm down with tiny tits as much as I am down with the monsters hangin off my chest (even more so, perhps)... But if all you got is some puffy lil pre-pubscent nipples, don't go cuppin your tits like you got somethin!
Seriously, if there's no reason for your tit to need lifting, there's no reason for your hand to be up under it... And even less reason for there to be photos of you doing it!

And thus ends my rants...