So I almost walked out today...
It took a talking to from my 'good' manager, and a phone call to my dad in tears to talk me out of it.
All because Travis was running his fat mouth, making immature underhanded comments again.
When I DO walk out of that store, im going to raise bloody hell.
Im gunna wait for the busiest day of the week...
Put ex-lax in his drink...
Take a bunch of store surveys with me...
And walk out the front door whilst yelling in front of the customers that its his fat mouth that causes EVERYONE to walk out on him...and that he cant even seem to spell my fucking name right...He never owns up to any mistakes....If something is wrong it HAS to be someone else's fault.
Then Im going to call in one survey every single day until my stack runs out, and give the store the lowest possible rating it can get.
I found out yesterday, that I work the 3rd most hours out of every associate in the store, and I get paid the least out of EVERYONE. Not one other person in the store gets paid as low as I do. Even the teenagers who live at home with mommy and daddy who JUST STARTED get paid more than me.
That makes me so sick I cant see straight.
However aside from the unholy hell at work and the anger coursing through me because of it, I actually feel very very loved by all my friends.
Libby and Eby came for food, then they kidnapped me.
Talwyn came in yesterday and made funny faces at me before leaving.
Libby came in again today before leaving too.
I like it when people remember I exist. Small gestures make all the differance sometimes. Thats all it takes...One smile from someone I actually care about and the bad day stops for a few minutes.
Thanks guys X3
It took a talking to from my 'good' manager, and a phone call to my dad in tears to talk me out of it.
All because Travis was running his fat mouth, making immature underhanded comments again.
When I DO walk out of that store, im going to raise bloody hell.
Im gunna wait for the busiest day of the week...
Put ex-lax in his drink...
Take a bunch of store surveys with me...
And walk out the front door whilst yelling in front of the customers that its his fat mouth that causes EVERYONE to walk out on him...and that he cant even seem to spell my fucking name right...He never owns up to any mistakes....If something is wrong it HAS to be someone else's fault.
Then Im going to call in one survey every single day until my stack runs out, and give the store the lowest possible rating it can get.
I found out yesterday, that I work the 3rd most hours out of every associate in the store, and I get paid the least out of EVERYONE. Not one other person in the store gets paid as low as I do. Even the teenagers who live at home with mommy and daddy who JUST STARTED get paid more than me.
That makes me so sick I cant see straight.
However aside from the unholy hell at work and the anger coursing through me because of it, I actually feel very very loved by all my friends.
Libby and Eby came for food, then they kidnapped me.
Talwyn came in yesterday and made funny faces at me before leaving.
Libby came in again today before leaving too.
I like it when people remember I exist. Small gestures make all the differance sometimes. Thats all it takes...One smile from someone I actually care about and the bad day stops for a few minutes.
Thanks guys X3
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crushed
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restless
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confused
discontent
disappointed
angry
enraged
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yuck
this sucks...