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Last night, and much of yesterday, sucked. I'd write a song, only I'm not musically inclined. I do well to sing along to songs without making dogs howl. [Okay, I'm not quite that bad.]
After finding Princi in a most... weird stained sort of way [tis odd, her back has faint makrs, but they sort of look like when people get those wing tattoos right over their arse because "it looks cool, man", but her tummy looks like mold. Which is why she's bitching. :p] I put her on the Loft's bed so I wouldn't forget her. I slept. I woke up to eat, I slept. Joan did not tape because somehow I managed to set the alarm for AM... though I distinctly remember hitting 2, not 1. Sigh. So, I wake up, and I start rebraiding my hair when Mom knocks on the door. Lately I've been pretty much rendered mute when I wake up, so I croak "Come in." She does. For some reason when I managed to say, "Throw 'em on the bed" she seems to think she should walk the clothes over... she takes a wrong step and slides into my mini bookcase, knocks the Loft off the top, it crashes to the ground and breaks apart. Yes, this means Princi was sent tumbling to the ground.
Luckily, as far as I can tell, she didn't break. Today I find out how the loft actually faired.
So, I go to work. Only Mom is babbling about how there's a virus on the computer, but it's okay because it still let her check her email. I'm trying very hard not to lash out and point out that signing on with the damn thing screaming, "VIRUS, dammit!" is a really fucking stupid idea. Anyway. Work. The first thing I notice is Mad Madam H at the register. o_O Where's Greg? So I have to answer a question before I even clock in, clock in, head to register 1, and begin ringing people up. Rude people. Really fucking rude people. Then I'm told there are cos totes to do [so. many. totes. it's like they didn't do any, or something.] And the holiday aisle. And ohmigod, the people just never fucking went away. There was never a really dead moment in the store. There were people who felt the need to spend six hours shopping, so I had to keep checking up front to see if someone was waiting. So I never got to just calm the fuck down. Because the joy went straight on through my normal slack off time [the last hour] because I had to tag stupid deoderant and ring four billion people up at the same time. ASSHOLES, it's SATURDAY MORNING. Go the FUCK back to bed before I kill you.
Also spent the night wondering why where was this car parked on the side of the store, why this white car across the street sat there for more than an hour before leaving, these guys walking past the store but never coming in... Just a night full of weirdness that never turned into anything but kept me on edge. All. Night.
And then at the end, I had to walk down the aisles to find a manager to give this dude a refund because some jackass put the wrong item in the wrong space.
Why do I work retail? I hate most of humanity. I have to sometimes clench the counter to keep from stabbing people, or at least smacking them or screaming at them. I don't like people. Why am I there?
Bah.
The rage, it's gone. Which, I guess, is good.
I should shower. And look at the loft, attempt to fix Princi's issues, and ignore humanity. Present company excluded. Sometimes you just gotta rant.
*passes the soap box on*
After finding Princi in a most... weird stained sort of way [tis odd, her back has faint makrs, but they sort of look like when people get those wing tattoos right over their arse because "it looks cool, man", but her tummy looks like mold. Which is why she's bitching. :p] I put her on the Loft's bed so I wouldn't forget her. I slept. I woke up to eat, I slept. Joan did not tape because somehow I managed to set the alarm for AM... though I distinctly remember hitting 2, not 1. Sigh. So, I wake up, and I start rebraiding my hair when Mom knocks on the door. Lately I've been pretty much rendered mute when I wake up, so I croak "Come in." She does. For some reason when I managed to say, "Throw 'em on the bed" she seems to think she should walk the clothes over... she takes a wrong step and slides into my mini bookcase, knocks the Loft off the top, it crashes to the ground and breaks apart. Yes, this means Princi was sent tumbling to the ground.
Luckily, as far as I can tell, she didn't break. Today I find out how the loft actually faired.
So, I go to work. Only Mom is babbling about how there's a virus on the computer, but it's okay because it still let her check her email. I'm trying very hard not to lash out and point out that signing on with the damn thing screaming, "VIRUS, dammit!" is a really fucking stupid idea. Anyway. Work. The first thing I notice is Mad Madam H at the register. o_O Where's Greg? So I have to answer a question before I even clock in, clock in, head to register 1, and begin ringing people up. Rude people. Really fucking rude people. Then I'm told there are cos totes to do [so. many. totes. it's like they didn't do any, or something.] And the holiday aisle. And ohmigod, the people just never fucking went away. There was never a really dead moment in the store. There were people who felt the need to spend six hours shopping, so I had to keep checking up front to see if someone was waiting. So I never got to just calm the fuck down. Because the joy went straight on through my normal slack off time [the last hour] because I had to tag stupid deoderant and ring four billion people up at the same time. ASSHOLES, it's SATURDAY MORNING. Go the FUCK back to bed before I kill you.
Also spent the night wondering why where was this car parked on the side of the store, why this white car across the street sat there for more than an hour before leaving, these guys walking past the store but never coming in... Just a night full of weirdness that never turned into anything but kept me on edge. All. Night.
And then at the end, I had to walk down the aisles to find a manager to give this dude a refund because some jackass put the wrong item in the wrong space.
Why do I work retail? I hate most of humanity. I have to sometimes clench the counter to keep from stabbing people, or at least smacking them or screaming at them. I don't like people. Why am I there?
Bah.
The rage, it's gone. Which, I guess, is good.
I should shower. And look at the loft, attempt to fix Princi's issues, and ignore humanity. Present company excluded. Sometimes you just gotta rant.
*passes the soap box on*
