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T.j. Maxx=EVIL Kara was very excited that I mentioned her in my last entry, so let's here it, how about a big "Hello!" for Kara? Anyone wanna join me? Heh heh. Now let's just hope that she reads it, right? yeeeeah. TJ Maxx sucks. It sucks working for cheap bastards sometimes, really. And it sucks even worse when your boss is an ass-kissing jerk-off (in more ways than one, heh heh). I got out a half hour late tonight, after working my ass off, doing Joe's work for him. Delegating my ass. He sat there for 15 minutes on the phone tonight, just watching me wait on customers and ring sales like a good little associate. At first he was talking to manager at another store. Then, he was just talking to Justin. Friggin Justin! They were talking about the hard liquor they were going to be drinking later tonight...drinking and chatting. They didn't mention screwing, but I wouldn't be surprised if that were involved too. Bullshit, that's what it is. Mr. I'm-going-to-bitch-you-out-and-make-you-feel-two-inches-tall-until-you-cry-on-front-of-everyone. Yeah, I'm a little hostile tonight. Oh, and then there are those that didn't bother coming to work because of their hangovers, and those that came with hangovers and bitched about it. I am really getting sick of this. Why should I have to suffer because I don't go out partying and they do? Aight, so that's my ranting. I need to get some sleep. I have to work pretty early tomorrow...but damn. I've been online for....almost and hour and not a single person has IMed me. Where is everyone tonight? eh. I'm feeling blechy. Someone give me a hug! And come see me at work tomorrow to brighten my 4th (...5th?) day at the service desk. And, then come with me to Freeport to see Shawn Mullins, and drive because I don't have any gas. Gifts wouldn't hurt either! :-) This is where a significant other would come in handy, to do thoughtful things for me when I need it. I did so many great things for Noah when he was stressed and depressed and in need of some love. Unfortunately, I've never really gotten that in return, except the daisy in my mailbox from Linda when we were sorta together, and the flowers she left outside my window. That was great! But non-romantic, unfortunately. okay...just think, only 7 more weeks, 8 more paychecks, then $1100 and that's it until December... | |