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work annoyance runs high.
Feb. 3rd, 2005 08:29 amMust. Have. Cosmic. Pullips.
Yes, I have begun saving already, because it's going to be a sensible "save for" kind of deal. Roseio knows of what I speak. So. Freaking. Cute.
Anyway. Remind me of this for when my itty bitty refund check from the IRS comes in, would you? As that's going to buy me Cosmic Goodies. Which means I have to rustle up the State book [I grabbed one, but not both] and fill it all out. I did try yesterday, and made it to line #2. I think. Sigh. I swear this was easier when I worked at Speedway. :/
Kay. It just got really freakin' cold all of a sudden up here, which I think means it's time to get to the bitching. As bitching warms my evil little soul.
I think I've mentioned Jeffrey from work before. If not, well. Well. How about this: Every new employee gets asked, "So, have you met Jeffrey yet?" If not, they warn you. He's really fucking annoying at times. Sometimes you just wonder if he's nuts. Anyway. Usually I don't mind him all that much, because at least you can count on him to show up on time.
Oi. He showed up 40 minutes early yesterday morning. He spent at least twenty of those going over the revision I did on the electronics section up front. I never claimed the damn thing was perfect, or that it had all the mylars [boring work speak, sorry].. just that I'd done what I could. Which means there are bound to be issues, like missing mylars, you freak. So he keeps calling me over, gleeful over having found a missing mylar here, or one that belongs there, and oh goodie! Something was on the wrong peg, so that can go on the cart of stuff I'd just finished sorting. He of course put it on the precarious stack and sent them sliding all over the other sections, thus ruining the whole "everything on this side is overstock, everything in this corner is discontinued, and everything else? Shouldn't have been up there to begin with." Chaos. So he keeps nitpicking and then saying, "But I'm not going to touch this. This is all yours. I'm not going to touch it." I was not reassured since he kept saying it in this snotty voice that made me wanna smack him.
It gets worse. So I keep wandering off because, hello, customers and he keeps thinking I have nothing better to do than listen to him drone on about what I've managed to do less than perfectly [yet he never did find a single fault in what I said I was finished with.] Annoyance level is reaching critical. About 8:02 I look around and realize he's nowhere to be found. ARGH. He shows up a couple of minutes later, so I sign off. He then says "I need to fill manager's choice. You'll stay up here for a few more minutes, right?" I figure how fucking long can it take to fill chapstick, so I say fine. He then has me fill out his little shopping list and I realize he's going to try and totally fill 'er up. So. Much. Hate.
He takes half an hour and then proceeds to bitch about two coworkers, one of whom he's pissed because she's always late. HELLO, JACKASS. I normally leave at five minutes after 8. It's eight-fucking-thirty. You're worse than late. You're making me do your job for you!
Never. Again. Especially when I found out he talks about me to Kathleen. Like I'm too stupid to do my job. *twitches* I'm lazy, yes, but damn it, I work my ass off the two days I'm expected to pretty much carry the night shift into looking beyond productive. [This sounds really egotistical, I know, but it's not meant that way.] And then I find out Mr. Hyperactive is questioning my work? Fuck, he's annoying. And it's weird the way he seems to pick one new person and zero in on how much he dislikes them.
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Pervert are You?"
The Unknown Pervert
The Unknown Pervert: You are The Unknown Pervert, you are bound to hide your past and intentions, as the partner may find you very mysterious in so many ways. The ability to make yourself invisible to those around you, but not literally. You are similar to that of The Depressed Pervert, you may tend to give up before it's too soon and you being alone drives the person to wanting to understand you more, although you feel that they shouldn't or probably wouldn't. Your intentions are only mysterious, they have no idea what you are really like, being The Unknown Pervert you might question yourself on why you participate in such intimate acts.
Weirdness.
Current book recommendation: Undead and Unwed - Maryjanice Davidson.
Why?: Jessica was always threatened when I made a new friend. I'd tried to explain that, no, I did not love all my friends equally, that she was my absolute favorite and would be forever, amen, but it usually fell on deaf ears.
Yes, I have begun saving already, because it's going to be a sensible "save for" kind of deal. Roseio knows of what I speak. So. Freaking. Cute.
Anyway. Remind me of this for when my itty bitty refund check from the IRS comes in, would you? As that's going to buy me Cosmic Goodies. Which means I have to rustle up the State book [I grabbed one, but not both] and fill it all out. I did try yesterday, and made it to line #2. I think. Sigh. I swear this was easier when I worked at Speedway. :/
Kay. It just got really freakin' cold all of a sudden up here, which I think means it's time to get to the bitching. As bitching warms my evil little soul.
I think I've mentioned Jeffrey from work before. If not, well. Well. How about this: Every new employee gets asked, "So, have you met Jeffrey yet?" If not, they warn you. He's really fucking annoying at times. Sometimes you just wonder if he's nuts. Anyway. Usually I don't mind him all that much, because at least you can count on him to show up on time.
Oi. He showed up 40 minutes early yesterday morning. He spent at least twenty of those going over the revision I did on the electronics section up front. I never claimed the damn thing was perfect, or that it had all the mylars [boring work speak, sorry].. just that I'd done what I could. Which means there are bound to be issues, like missing mylars, you freak. So he keeps calling me over, gleeful over having found a missing mylar here, or one that belongs there, and oh goodie! Something was on the wrong peg, so that can go on the cart of stuff I'd just finished sorting. He of course put it on the precarious stack and sent them sliding all over the other sections, thus ruining the whole "everything on this side is overstock, everything in this corner is discontinued, and everything else? Shouldn't have been up there to begin with." Chaos. So he keeps nitpicking and then saying, "But I'm not going to touch this. This is all yours. I'm not going to touch it." I was not reassured since he kept saying it in this snotty voice that made me wanna smack him.
It gets worse. So I keep wandering off because, hello, customers and he keeps thinking I have nothing better to do than listen to him drone on about what I've managed to do less than perfectly [yet he never did find a single fault in what I said I was finished with.] Annoyance level is reaching critical. About 8:02 I look around and realize he's nowhere to be found. ARGH. He shows up a couple of minutes later, so I sign off. He then says "I need to fill manager's choice. You'll stay up here for a few more minutes, right?" I figure how fucking long can it take to fill chapstick, so I say fine. He then has me fill out his little shopping list and I realize he's going to try and totally fill 'er up. So. Much. Hate.
He takes half an hour and then proceeds to bitch about two coworkers, one of whom he's pissed because she's always late. HELLO, JACKASS. I normally leave at five minutes after 8. It's eight-fucking-thirty. You're worse than late. You're making me do your job for you!
Never. Again. Especially when I found out he talks about me to Kathleen. Like I'm too stupid to do my job. *twitches* I'm lazy, yes, but damn it, I work my ass off the two days I'm expected to pretty much carry the night shift into looking beyond productive. [This sounds really egotistical, I know, but it's not meant that way.] And then I find out Mr. Hyperactive is questioning my work? Fuck, he's annoying. And it's weird the way he seems to pick one new person and zero in on how much he dislikes them.
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Pervert are You?"
The Unknown Pervert
The Unknown Pervert: You are The Unknown Pervert, you are bound to hide your past and intentions, as the partner may find you very mysterious in so many ways. The ability to make yourself invisible to those around you, but not literally. You are similar to that of The Depressed Pervert, you may tend to give up before it's too soon and you being alone drives the person to wanting to understand you more, although you feel that they shouldn't or probably wouldn't. Your intentions are only mysterious, they have no idea what you are really like, being The Unknown Pervert you might question yourself on why you participate in such intimate acts.
Weirdness.
Current book recommendation: Undead and Unwed - Maryjanice Davidson.
Why?: Jessica was always threatened when I made a new friend. I'd tried to explain that, no, I did not love all my friends equally, that she was my absolute favorite and would be forever, amen, but it usually fell on deaf ears.
