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I have a really long post that will probably go up tomorrow after my nice short 9 hour shift. But, I worked 12.5 hours tonight, most of it with two of the biggest idiots we have working there, and I'm not in the mood.
So...until tomorrow, keep those gas masks handy.
So...until tomorrow, keep those gas masks handy.
Why I hate my job (take 3)
Nov. 23rd, 2002 04:33 amMaybe I should title this "why I hate LJ".
Tomorrow,
So, instead of typing out the entire story of buying uniform pants for the 3rd time, Let's just say I am declaring a boycott of Old Navy for discriminating aganst fat people. It seems they only sell certain sizes on-line, but the stores don't carry 'em since fat people ruin corporate image.
I'll also skip the Krispy Kreme story again, and instead say that I empathize with those of you on my friends list who got the news today. While I never met the man, losing someone is hard. (ok, that was a cliche. How about I am sorry for your loss?)
Now, on to work. I am currently operating on 3 hours of sleep and 2 doughnuts. I had to work 11 hours tonight. On Hyper Friday.
Well, Chip was working tonight, and he and I got into it big time around 1AM. And the sad part is that Matt, the other inside closer (who I thought wasn't all that fond of me) sided with me. Chip is a speed freak, and he's like an old footbal;l player trying to coach by getting in uniform and playing. Best anaolgy I can find. I'm really annoyed with him. He actually bitched at me for doing the close how I was trained to do it rather than some unspecified method he has never mentioned before. Fuck him. May he be sent to the hell of being flayed alive. Soon.
Oh yeah. And at one point this evening, I lifted a few trays of dough at an odd angle, felt something pop, and my arm went numb. It doesn't really hurt, but it has being going numb at odd intervals since then. How paranoid should I be about that?
So, now I'm home, really tired, and not looking forward to tomorrow. Regardless of the outcome, it's going to be one hellacious night.
Tomorrow,
THE UNDEFEATED OHIO STATE BUCKEYES
take onMichigan
. This is considered a national holiday in these parts. And I still have to work.So, instead of typing out the entire story of buying uniform pants for the 3rd time, Let's just say I am declaring a boycott of Old Navy for discriminating aganst fat people. It seems they only sell certain sizes on-line, but the stores don't carry 'em since fat people ruin corporate image.
I'll also skip the Krispy Kreme story again, and instead say that I empathize with those of you on my friends list who got the news today. While I never met the man, losing someone is hard. (ok, that was a cliche. How about I am sorry for your loss?)
Now, on to work. I am currently operating on 3 hours of sleep and 2 doughnuts. I had to work 11 hours tonight. On Hyper Friday.
Well, Chip was working tonight, and he and I got into it big time around 1AM. And the sad part is that Matt, the other inside closer (who I thought wasn't all that fond of me) sided with me. Chip is a speed freak, and he's like an old footbal;l player trying to coach by getting in uniform and playing. Best anaolgy I can find. I'm really annoyed with him. He actually bitched at me for doing the close how I was trained to do it rather than some unspecified method he has never mentioned before. Fuck him. May he be sent to the hell of being flayed alive. Soon.
Oh yeah. And at one point this evening, I lifted a few trays of dough at an odd angle, felt something pop, and my arm went numb. It doesn't really hurt, but it has being going numb at odd intervals since then. How paranoid should I be about that?
So, now I'm home, really tired, and not looking forward to tomorrow. Regardless of the outcome, it's going to be one hellacious night.
Ok, We're going to do a quick LARP 101 so I can explain why I'm laughing.
The first Tradition of the Camarilla is the Masquerade. You will not reveal your vampire nature to anyone. You will die.
Thursday night, 5 characters in my LARP didn't just break the Masquerade, they danced on its corpse. Not only did one Tremere (Mage vamps) grow a tree and drop it on a car, Obfuscations (invisible vamps) were broken in front of witnesses, people got shot without flinching, and a whole bunch of termanology got thrown out in front of humans. (For the record, we decided to LARP at a local coffee house.) My character, the sheriff, who's position is to enforce the Masquerade, is now wondering who gets killed first. But it was good coffee.
Past that, the only thing of major eventness this week was The Guilt Trip. Tuesday, I went back and visited mommie dearest. Everytime I talk to mom she tells me about how fucked her finances are due to her retirement fund's attachment to the stock market. And yet, she gave me money for my birthday, and got mad because I bought her dinner. She is doing much better, but she's still housebound and driving everyone nuts. Myself included. And she made me watch JAG and Judging Amy with her. JAG is kind of stupid, but it has a beefcake factor I like. Judging Amy is a chick show. I kind of wish Debbie from Queer as Folk wouyld randomly drop by and visit Amy's mother, or vice versa. Not only would it be a good Cagney and Lacey reunion, the two characters would be all kinds of fun together.
Anyway, I need sleep. Not only is UNDEFEATED, #1 in the country, OSU taking on Illinois tomorrow, the Browns play the Bengals Sunday. All of this means lotsa business. Although the real bitch is the Michigan game. I wish I could not go in that day. Particularly with Lane Ave being closed for bridge work.
The first Tradition of the Camarilla is the Masquerade. You will not reveal your vampire nature to anyone. You will die.
Thursday night, 5 characters in my LARP didn't just break the Masquerade, they danced on its corpse. Not only did one Tremere (Mage vamps) grow a tree and drop it on a car, Obfuscations (invisible vamps) were broken in front of witnesses, people got shot without flinching, and a whole bunch of termanology got thrown out in front of humans. (For the record, we decided to LARP at a local coffee house.) My character, the sheriff, who's position is to enforce the Masquerade, is now wondering who gets killed first. But it was good coffee.
Past that, the only thing of major eventness this week was The Guilt Trip. Tuesday, I went back and visited mommie dearest. Everytime I talk to mom she tells me about how fucked her finances are due to her retirement fund's attachment to the stock market. And yet, she gave me money for my birthday, and got mad because I bought her dinner. She is doing much better, but she's still housebound and driving everyone nuts. Myself included. And she made me watch JAG and Judging Amy with her. JAG is kind of stupid, but it has a beefcake factor I like. Judging Amy is a chick show. I kind of wish Debbie from Queer as Folk wouyld randomly drop by and visit Amy's mother, or vice versa. Not only would it be a good Cagney and Lacey reunion, the two characters would be all kinds of fun together.
Anyway, I need sleep. Not only is UNDEFEATED, #1 in the country, OSU taking on Illinois tomorrow, the Browns play the Bengals Sunday. All of this means lotsa business. Although the real bitch is the Michigan game. I wish I could not go in that day. Particularly with Lane Ave being closed for bridge work.
I didn't sleep well last night, and my sinus cavity is clogged up, making me sound like one of the zombies in Night of the Living Dead.
My brother got here around 9AM so we could go to Skull session. Kind of fun, particularly since the old bat I call mommie was conducting. Sorry, I feel like shit, and I'm ready to bite people's heads off. Well, we go to the game, where I ended up paying $5.50 for a fucking hot dog and 12oz. cup of Coke that was mostly ice. Dasani water was going for $3. Well, we get up to our seats and sit there for an hour and a half waiting for the game to start. The pre-show was ok; the Alumni band dwarfed the regular band (not a big surprise, since OSUMB has a set number allowed in each section), and the cheerleader reunion was going on as well. So the first quarter starts. I made it about 5 minutes before I was too sick to remain. I actually was just going to the bathroom and I got so sick I couldn't go on. So I walked home, bought Rich a 2 Litre of Diet Pepsi and a 2 Litre of Sunny D for myself. What an exciting life I lead.
So I get home, call Richard's cell phone, and I tell him what happened. He came back after the half, only to see me sprawled out on the couch. I think I talked to him for a minute, but I honestly couldn't tell you. Oh, and the motor on the living room fan blew pout, so I had to put the porch fan in a chair facing the living room so I could sleep.
So I sleep off the side effects of my cold and allergy medicine, and get up just in time for work. I get to work still feeling miserable, and find out our unit manager is probably going to get fired this month. I guess he stopped by Heniegate (a party in front of the Shoe) before he showed up to work. So, I guess he showed up drunk off his ass with marajuana Mardi Gras beads around his neck. Tim, our DM, was there. Now Steve's trying to claim it was his Thyroid. Yeah, whatever, Steve. So anyway, it was me and Jon-boy and grass-girl trying to handle Saturday football dinner rush, and I was the only person ion the store who knew how to toss dough. Guess what I did all night in between nose blows? Mom called the store around 8:30 to make sure I was ok, since Rich had called her. (side note: I made the mistake of mentioning that my immune system is shot to hell right now to my brother. I was joking, since I've been sick all freaking week. Well, needless to say, Rich took that and ran with it. And people wonder why I used to dream of being an orphan.)
So anyway...Work was really long tonight. And our AC condenser is leaking. And I have to go back in tomorrow at 4. I really wish I could afford to call off. No I don't, since if I did, I'd get the fun of Xenos boy's return home around the same time as the roommates. And since no one here respects my dying wish of peace and quiet...
So anyway, that's my life for the evening. Again, if I've been short tempered or just plain rude in comments on here, please forgive me. I'm under the influence of medicine.
My brother got here around 9AM so we could go to Skull session. Kind of fun, particularly since the old bat I call mommie was conducting. Sorry, I feel like shit, and I'm ready to bite people's heads off. Well, we go to the game, where I ended up paying $5.50 for a fucking hot dog and 12oz. cup of Coke that was mostly ice. Dasani water was going for $3. Well, we get up to our seats and sit there for an hour and a half waiting for the game to start. The pre-show was ok; the Alumni band dwarfed the regular band (not a big surprise, since OSUMB has a set number allowed in each section), and the cheerleader reunion was going on as well. So the first quarter starts. I made it about 5 minutes before I was too sick to remain. I actually was just going to the bathroom and I got so sick I couldn't go on. So I walked home, bought Rich a 2 Litre of Diet Pepsi and a 2 Litre of Sunny D for myself. What an exciting life I lead.
So I get home, call Richard's cell phone, and I tell him what happened. He came back after the half, only to see me sprawled out on the couch. I think I talked to him for a minute, but I honestly couldn't tell you. Oh, and the motor on the living room fan blew pout, so I had to put the porch fan in a chair facing the living room so I could sleep.
So I sleep off the side effects of my cold and allergy medicine, and get up just in time for work. I get to work still feeling miserable, and find out our unit manager is probably going to get fired this month. I guess he stopped by Heniegate (a party in front of the Shoe) before he showed up to work. So, I guess he showed up drunk off his ass with marajuana Mardi Gras beads around his neck. Tim, our DM, was there. Now Steve's trying to claim it was his Thyroid. Yeah, whatever, Steve. So anyway, it was me and Jon-boy and grass-girl trying to handle Saturday football dinner rush, and I was the only person ion the store who knew how to toss dough. Guess what I did all night in between nose blows? Mom called the store around 8:30 to make sure I was ok, since Rich had called her. (side note: I made the mistake of mentioning that my immune system is shot to hell right now to my brother. I was joking, since I've been sick all freaking week. Well, needless to say, Rich took that and ran with it. And people wonder why I used to dream of being an orphan.)
So anyway...Work was really long tonight. And our AC condenser is leaking. And I have to go back in tomorrow at 4. I really wish I could afford to call off. No I don't, since if I did, I'd get the fun of Xenos boy's return home around the same time as the roommates. And since no one here respects my dying wish of peace and quiet...
So anyway, that's my life for the evening. Again, if I've been short tempered or just plain rude in comments on here, please forgive me. I'm under the influence of medicine.
