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Wow, it sure is getting longer and longer between entries.
First thing's first, I must apologize profusely (sp?) to Emily and Erin for not doing anything with you guys in over two weeks. I am so sorry. Things are so hectic at the moment. School is going to be starting soon, so I am going to get as much time as I can so we can hang out before you guys have to go back.
And then there's Rose. Rose, Rose, Rose...whatever are we going to do with you? You don't work, you have excuses for everything, you're lazy, you're SO dumb, you try to make yourself look good by making others look bad. Fuck you. You know, it really makes no difference whether or not you even show up to work; either way, you're not doing any work. So, here's the deal with this stupid bitch: Last time Brian went on vacation, she couldn't work several days because her brother-in-law supposedly was in some horrible accident (a srtikingly similar story she told to Dan soon after the store first opened), so there then being only two managers, we worked about a week straight. And, Brian being on vacation again, she was this time in a car accident (though she doesn't have a car and takes the bus everywhere), and yet again, we will be working way over a week with no days off. I will have worked at least nine days straight (many of them staying an hour or two longer than intended) before there is the possibility of another one. Phil has had enough. He's determined to get her fired. Brian is sick of covering for her. They have now openly told Joe that she sucks and is just getting in the way. Hopefully she will be on her way out soon. Then Dan will take her place as Assistant, and I his as shift. That would be totally bitchin'.
I hate that work takes over my life. It's an endless cycle of resets and planograms, shippers and sales weeks. That seems to be how I measure my life these days, from one sales week to another: Tuesday is ordering, Wednesday is out-of-stocks, Thursday is truck, Saturday is Tags, the rest of the time filled in with never-ending facing and working overstock. Once I get something done, I'm good to go for a few days, and then I have to do it all over again. I hate that. It makes it seem like all my work is for nothing. At least Joe likes me. According to him, I'm the best beauty advisor in the region, not to toot my own horn, if you will.
Harry Potter night was a lot of fun. We went to two Harry Potter parties (because we are cool), and even though everyone there was about 12, it really was a lot of fun. And the book was great, and really sad. **SPOILER ALERT** I don't know if Dumbledore really is dead and Snape really is bad. It's entirely possible, but my mom put the notion into mt head that it's an act. An act simply to fool Voldemort. If Dumbledore was the only person he ever feared, and he now thinks him dead, he's gonna stop being careful, throw caution to the wind, and do whatever the fuck he wants, careless as it may be, and give Harry an opportunity to kill him. And they wouldn't tell Harry because it would give him even more reason to want to kill Voldemort, and he had to act like he genuinely is dead, and who knows if they trust Harry's acting skills. Well, we'll have to see, won't we?
My mom is in India again, so it's pretty lonely here. And the A/C fucking broke, so it's hot as hell too. I spent a few nights at Dan's when it was mega hot so I didn't have to bake here, but I'm here now. My dad is gonna get a new one put in soon, though, thank god.
Well, i gotta get up early to pay for school before work tomorrow, so I guess I better get moving along.
okbye
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First thing's first, I must apologize profusely (sp?) to Emily and Erin for not doing anything with you guys in over two weeks. I am so sorry. Things are so hectic at the moment. School is going to be starting soon, so I am going to get as much time as I can so we can hang out before you guys have to go back.
And then there's Rose. Rose, Rose, Rose...whatever are we going to do with you? You don't work, you have excuses for everything, you're lazy, you're SO dumb, you try to make yourself look good by making others look bad. Fuck you. You know, it really makes no difference whether or not you even show up to work; either way, you're not doing any work. So, here's the deal with this stupid bitch: Last time Brian went on vacation, she couldn't work several days because her brother-in-law supposedly was in some horrible accident (a srtikingly similar story she told to Dan soon after the store first opened), so there then being only two managers, we worked about a week straight. And, Brian being on vacation again, she was this time in a car accident (though she doesn't have a car and takes the bus everywhere), and yet again, we will be working way over a week with no days off. I will have worked at least nine days straight (many of them staying an hour or two longer than intended) before there is the possibility of another one. Phil has had enough. He's determined to get her fired. Brian is sick of covering for her. They have now openly told Joe that she sucks and is just getting in the way. Hopefully she will be on her way out soon. Then Dan will take her place as Assistant, and I his as shift. That would be totally bitchin'.
I hate that work takes over my life. It's an endless cycle of resets and planograms, shippers and sales weeks. That seems to be how I measure my life these days, from one sales week to another: Tuesday is ordering, Wednesday is out-of-stocks, Thursday is truck, Saturday is Tags, the rest of the time filled in with never-ending facing and working overstock. Once I get something done, I'm good to go for a few days, and then I have to do it all over again. I hate that. It makes it seem like all my work is for nothing. At least Joe likes me. According to him, I'm the best beauty advisor in the region, not to toot my own horn, if you will.
Harry Potter night was a lot of fun. We went to two Harry Potter parties (because we are cool), and even though everyone there was about 12, it really was a lot of fun. And the book was great, and really sad. **SPOILER ALERT** I don't know if Dumbledore really is dead and Snape really is bad. It's entirely possible, but my mom put the notion into mt head that it's an act. An act simply to fool Voldemort. If Dumbledore was the only person he ever feared, and he now thinks him dead, he's gonna stop being careful, throw caution to the wind, and do whatever the fuck he wants, careless as it may be, and give Harry an opportunity to kill him. And they wouldn't tell Harry because it would give him even more reason to want to kill Voldemort, and he had to act like he genuinely is dead, and who knows if they trust Harry's acting skills. Well, we'll have to see, won't we?
My mom is in India again, so it's pretty lonely here. And the A/C fucking broke, so it's hot as hell too. I spent a few nights at Dan's when it was mega hot so I didn't have to bake here, but I'm here now. My dad is gonna get a new one put in soon, though, thank god.
Well, i gotta get up early to pay for school before work tomorrow, so I guess I better get moving along.
okbye
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