I should've been a professional baby-sitter.
I work and live with 2 year-olds. Honestly, this is ridiculous. I don't really want to get into the people at work, because it really is no use. I think it is interesting though that the older women are the most immature ones. One lady will NEVER be happy there so she should start looking for a new job. I cannot wait to be done with that damn place. Alright, first: my roommates. Then I have an interesting story concerning the devil place, and then it's back to trying to get to sleep. Hopefully I'll be less angry then.
Well, here I am asleep, and then all of a sudden, I'm awake. Nothing too concerning it happens a lot when I sleep up in my room. I wake up quickly thinking "where am I?" So, I get a movie going again and head back to sleep. When I hear the front door slam and pounding on the front steps. Alright, back to bed. When Slipknot starts blearing in the room next to mine... time to kill. I knock on his open door "Hey Steve, it's 3 a.m." He looks at me, turns it down so he can hear me, "it's 3 a.m." I say again, I need to make sure he hears me, and not only that, understands me! "Okay" he says, and looks back at his computer. "Fine, I'm closing your door." I tell him, and walk away. Back to bed... or is it! Because I asked Steve to turn down his music, now he is going to seek revenge on me. He walks past my room and stomps... gets a frozen dinner and slams the freezer door shut. So, I go out in the hall again, and this time Molli joins me. So not only is he bugging me, keeping me from sleeping, he woke up Molli... that is rule number 1 in the house. You don't wake the sleeping bear. Steve looks at me and goes "don't talk to me I might say something stupid" Really, are you shitting me. His music is still loud and he is stomping around in the house!!! I should take his keys and lock the fucker out. Or call the cops and get him a minor (oh because he's underage and drunk). Well, after Molli goes up to talk to him, I hear him saying (to Jeff presumably) "I have to wake up at ... a.m. I don't see how they have to wake up any earlier than me." Hey, guess what! It doesn't matter if you have to wake up earlier than me, because the pain you will be in tomorrow for not getting a sufficient amount of sleep is your own damn fault, while mine will be your fault. Okay... I'm less pissed now. I love you lj!
Alright, so at Wal-Mart someone had an interesting complaint. This months Sports Illustrated is the swim suit issue, with a women on the front cover only wearing half a swim suit. Well, someone went to the store manager about it. I mean a customer. Which I'm glad, I didn't complain because it's SI that's at fault not WM. Apparently, there have been a lot of complaints, so my store manager did something very odd. He pulled it. I thought he would move them to somewhere that isn't in the front register lanes. But no, he pulled them, they are all in a cart at the service desk. I think that that was crazy, pulling a product. Larry has done it before though, which I think is great, he is exercising his right as the manager of a store and choosing not to sell something. This is a double edge sword because he is missing out on that profit, but I guess WM can afford to do that.
Well, less crabby. Time to try and sleep.
Well, here I am asleep, and then all of a sudden, I'm awake. Nothing too concerning it happens a lot when I sleep up in my room. I wake up quickly thinking "where am I?" So, I get a movie going again and head back to sleep. When I hear the front door slam and pounding on the front steps. Alright, back to bed. When Slipknot starts blearing in the room next to mine... time to kill. I knock on his open door "Hey Steve, it's 3 a.m." He looks at me, turns it down so he can hear me, "it's 3 a.m." I say again, I need to make sure he hears me, and not only that, understands me! "Okay" he says, and looks back at his computer. "Fine, I'm closing your door." I tell him, and walk away. Back to bed... or is it! Because I asked Steve to turn down his music, now he is going to seek revenge on me. He walks past my room and stomps... gets a frozen dinner and slams the freezer door shut. So, I go out in the hall again, and this time Molli joins me. So not only is he bugging me, keeping me from sleeping, he woke up Molli... that is rule number 1 in the house. You don't wake the sleeping bear. Steve looks at me and goes "don't talk to me I might say something stupid" Really, are you shitting me. His music is still loud and he is stomping around in the house!!! I should take his keys and lock the fucker out. Or call the cops and get him a minor (oh because he's underage and drunk). Well, after Molli goes up to talk to him, I hear him saying (to Jeff presumably) "I have to wake up at ... a.m. I don't see how they have to wake up any earlier than me." Hey, guess what! It doesn't matter if you have to wake up earlier than me, because the pain you will be in tomorrow for not getting a sufficient amount of sleep is your own damn fault, while mine will be your fault. Okay... I'm less pissed now. I love you lj!
Alright, so at Wal-Mart someone had an interesting complaint. This months Sports Illustrated is the swim suit issue, with a women on the front cover only wearing half a swim suit. Well, someone went to the store manager about it. I mean a customer. Which I'm glad, I didn't complain because it's SI that's at fault not WM. Apparently, there have been a lot of complaints, so my store manager did something very odd. He pulled it. I thought he would move them to somewhere that isn't in the front register lanes. But no, he pulled them, they are all in a cart at the service desk. I think that that was crazy, pulling a product. Larry has done it before though, which I think is great, he is exercising his right as the manager of a store and choosing not to sell something. This is a double edge sword because he is missing out on that profit, but I guess WM can afford to do that.
Well, less crabby. Time to try and sleep.