Well, time for another picture book journal entry.
But first I want to rant.
Sooo the 'Full Timers' (aka managers) at my work place, Trader Joes, get away with too much. Now I'm sure if I was tell the big boss he'd tell me, 'well Del, that isn't actually true. The full timers are held to much higher standards then the part timers.' Right, ok, sure. That's why if I were to just stand out in the middle of the floor during open hours, or closed, and have my self a little pow-wow they be ok with that? Hah! Not at all. They'd be all over me like white on rice. Asking me if I was on a break and if so why I wasn't in the break room. And if I wasn't why the hell I wasn't busting my ass. But they just stand around chatting and ignoring anyone and everyone, customers included.
I loathe the fact that everyone in this job is replacable. My oppinions don't mean shit and won't get a damn thing done. It wouldn't matter if I got 10 others along with me to bring up some concern. We'd be kindly asked to take our whining else where. That's bullshit. I'm just as much a human as the next guy. Ugh... So anyways I do stuff to entertain myself like take pictures of people like this---
Got to love that mullet! Hahaha!
Let's see... Oh, I started on my Munny doll guy. So here he is before anything---
Now with some work on his face---
Now with that side done---
Aaand the back/front (not sure yet) done---
Then after work tonight I went to the local mall to put some SG stickers around. Me before that pointing to my victim, the mall---
Well that's all for now I guess. Still pissed to no end about to no personal music player rule. It's hell listening to the crap sob rock they play, Nickleback type crud. And I guess no one gets to pick what's played but one guy. I asked three times if I could change it and he said, 'no, worry about other things, not the music.' and 'this is fine.' Fine for who?! You and... no one else. Yeah, no one else likes that shit. I changed it with out asking to some salsa stuff which was pure heaven in comparison. But less than a minute later he had changed it back. Fucking managers.
But first I want to rant.
Sooo the 'Full Timers' (aka managers) at my work place, Trader Joes, get away with too much. Now I'm sure if I was tell the big boss he'd tell me, 'well Del, that isn't actually true. The full timers are held to much higher standards then the part timers.' Right, ok, sure. That's why if I were to just stand out in the middle of the floor during open hours, or closed, and have my self a little pow-wow they be ok with that? Hah! Not at all. They'd be all over me like white on rice. Asking me if I was on a break and if so why I wasn't in the break room. And if I wasn't why the hell I wasn't busting my ass. But they just stand around chatting and ignoring anyone and everyone, customers included.
I loathe the fact that everyone in this job is replacable. My oppinions don't mean shit and won't get a damn thing done. It wouldn't matter if I got 10 others along with me to bring up some concern. We'd be kindly asked to take our whining else where. That's bullshit. I'm just as much a human as the next guy. Ugh... So anyways I do stuff to entertain myself like take pictures of people like this---
Got to love that mullet! Hahaha!
Let's see... Oh, I started on my Munny doll guy. So here he is before anything---
Now with some work on his face---
Now with that side done---
Aaand the back/front (not sure yet) done---
Then after work tonight I went to the local mall to put some SG stickers around. Me before that pointing to my victim, the mall---
Well that's all for now I guess. Still pissed to no end about to no personal music player rule. It's hell listening to the crap sob rock they play, Nickleback type crud. And I guess no one gets to pick what's played but one guy. I asked three times if I could change it and he said, 'no, worry about other things, not the music.' and 'this is fine.' Fine for who?! You and... no one else. Yeah, no one else likes that shit. I changed it with out asking to some salsa stuff which was pure heaven in comparison. But less than a minute later he had changed it back. Fucking managers.
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Sorry about Nickelback. Really. Nobody in Vancouver is happy that such a crappy band came from here. Our punk scene kicks ass, I dunno why it never really took off... Oh well... Apologies!
I gotta get me some fucking stickers. I got lots of ideas for my victims!
I should try to score a Munny thing too! I love shit like that!
The mullet-dude is fucking rad-core! All he needs is a moustache and a shirt with no sleeves and an I-Roc and tight-ass-light-blue-jeans and a sixer of beer! Haha!
Your job is EXACTLY like my job. Like fucking exactly the same. Managers are tools. In-store music blows (unless it's a tattoo-parlor or a punk-type-store). And work is overall shitty.
Take it easy bro!