Tuesday was crazy. I hate my manager sooooo much. He is so rude. I was talking to Matt on my fifthteen and he goes "Can you not talk to employees while they're working. They have other things to do than talk to you." I was so mad. How dare he, a manager, who's suppose to be more mature, talk to me like that. And he always talks to people like that. So I told my manager, his boss what happened and she was like, ok, I'll talk to him about it. Maybe now that he see's I'm not afraid to go over his head and to his boss he'll shut those little smart ass remarks up.
Yah, so that night was pretty eventful. And that wasn't the end of it. I hate this guy at my job, named Ian. He's such a smart ass. And my friend Brandon, who's a supervisor there is like "I love Ian." I was like Brandon, you love everyone, and he does. Ian always has smart ass comments, so I don't try to be his friend anymore. I'm tired of being so nice, but that's because of my job. When I was at Jamba Juice I liked everyone, and everyone liked me! Borders is killing me softly hahahaha. I have to find a new job soon before I turn into a total bitch. But if I can take something away from Border's, it's let me speak my mind more, and not care about hurting people's feelings. So, THANK YOU BORDERS.
So yah, back to Tuesday night. Brandon gave me a ride to San Francisco, and on the way there, he cut some guy in a van off, and the guy got mad so he cut Brandon off. But the guy wouldn't stop, he followed us for three blocks, then pulled up on my side and was like "why did you do that!?!?! that was so stupid!" And I'm so damn scared and Brandon's like "doooo dooo dooo" all humming to himself and shit. People are crazy! We're in this little car, and the guy is in this massive van. I'm thinking "Oh my God, what if he shoots us?" And Brandon is telling me to calm down, and that God appeared to him in a dream and that he told him he was going to be ok. I'm like that's great Brandon, but God didn't come to me in any of my dreams, and I'm the closest to the car with the physco in it. So luckily after that the guy leaves, but the way Brandon handled me made me so angry. He's all driving slow and checking out everything, mean while some physcho guy is following us. I'm not saying he should've like ran every light, but at least speed it up a bit.
So then we get all the way to San Francisco and I realize I have jurty duty that day so he takes me back home, but they're doing construction on the bay bridge, and we can't get on to it so we have to take the san mateo bridge. And it's like, we literally had to drive in this huge cirty to get back to Oakland. So we go to Jack in a box, and we see these rats in the dumpster, and we decide to go to another one, because Brandon just saw rats at our job, in our cafe, and he's like "if mice can get into our cafe, then i'm sure they can get into jack in a box". So we go to the one in Alameda, and when I get back home it's like 4:45. Then I go to bed at 5:45. I look outside and it's day light! I haven't done that in so long. I was amazed. Hahaha. But then I wake up to hours later just so I can go to jury duty. Oh my gosh. It was horrible. The best part was when the guy said "jury member number 11, your excused." It was funny, cause the guy said it like he was hurting my feelings. I wanted to jump up and down, slap everyone's hands, and hug the judge. I couldn't have been happier.
So yah, and now today I'm going to work. I hope Alex doesn't come up to me and be like "can we talk?". No!
Yah, so that night was pretty eventful. And that wasn't the end of it. I hate this guy at my job, named Ian. He's such a smart ass. And my friend Brandon, who's a supervisor there is like "I love Ian." I was like Brandon, you love everyone, and he does. Ian always has smart ass comments, so I don't try to be his friend anymore. I'm tired of being so nice, but that's because of my job. When I was at Jamba Juice I liked everyone, and everyone liked me! Borders is killing me softly hahahaha. I have to find a new job soon before I turn into a total bitch. But if I can take something away from Border's, it's let me speak my mind more, and not care about hurting people's feelings. So, THANK YOU BORDERS.
So yah, back to Tuesday night. Brandon gave me a ride to San Francisco, and on the way there, he cut some guy in a van off, and the guy got mad so he cut Brandon off. But the guy wouldn't stop, he followed us for three blocks, then pulled up on my side and was like "why did you do that!?!?! that was so stupid!" And I'm so damn scared and Brandon's like "doooo dooo dooo" all humming to himself and shit. People are crazy! We're in this little car, and the guy is in this massive van. I'm thinking "Oh my God, what if he shoots us?" And Brandon is telling me to calm down, and that God appeared to him in a dream and that he told him he was going to be ok. I'm like that's great Brandon, but God didn't come to me in any of my dreams, and I'm the closest to the car with the physco in it. So luckily after that the guy leaves, but the way Brandon handled me made me so angry. He's all driving slow and checking out everything, mean while some physcho guy is following us. I'm not saying he should've like ran every light, but at least speed it up a bit.
So then we get all the way to San Francisco and I realize I have jurty duty that day so he takes me back home, but they're doing construction on the bay bridge, and we can't get on to it so we have to take the san mateo bridge. And it's like, we literally had to drive in this huge cirty to get back to Oakland. So we go to Jack in a box, and we see these rats in the dumpster, and we decide to go to another one, because Brandon just saw rats at our job, in our cafe, and he's like "if mice can get into our cafe, then i'm sure they can get into jack in a box". So we go to the one in Alameda, and when I get back home it's like 4:45. Then I go to bed at 5:45. I look outside and it's day light! I haven't done that in so long. I was amazed. Hahaha. But then I wake up to hours later just so I can go to jury duty. Oh my gosh. It was horrible. The best part was when the guy said "jury member number 11, your excused." It was funny, cause the guy said it like he was hurting my feelings. I wanted to jump up and down, slap everyone's hands, and hug the judge. I couldn't have been happier.
So yah, and now today I'm going to work. I hope Alex doesn't come up to me and be like "can we talk?". No!