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I am pretty sure that I have good reason to cry for like 25 minutes.
Not only was Blockbuster freakishly busy today because of a little sprinkling fucking rain, but I was only partnered up with one other manager who is freakishly maticulous with their work.
The line was FREAKISHLY and unusually long; which meant that movies we were SUPPOSED to be placing back on the shelves were being backed up in the drop box which means more work for later in the 15 minutes we are left with to close up the store.
I almost started bawling in the middle of the store while telling a story about my sign language teacher to some high school kids who came in. The sign language they were doing reminded me I guess and I just started to remember. I got so choked up and it just really surprised me how emotional I got without even expecting to. Embarassing
Me and my manager each had to spend 30 minutes alone with an entire, huge ass line to take lunch breaks. While I was on mine, outisde on the phone, the homeless, schizophrenic mascot of blockbuster looked like he was about to walk up to me in a freakishly fast pace so I rushed back into the store. He proceeded to stand outside the door for an hour, and which customers pointed out, continued to touch himself while staring at me.
My manager shrugged it off and thought it was irrational to be afraid of the guy. I was SO freaked out by him I didn't want to be outside the break room where he could see me. So, after the customers were suggesting we call somebody my manager finally did -still reluctant to do so. And after he called, the guy was gone.
So he then had a fit, cursed, and slammed shit. Which, really pissed me off. Because, whether it was directed at me or not was really inappropriate and he wouldnt be doing it in front of anyone else he was working with. SO, I gave him the cold shoulder.
The sheriff did come by and did see the homeless guy around the corner sitting alone still talking to himself, I'm not sure what he did. But I felt terrible because he is obviously not mentally there and he really needs help but the only thing anyone can do is call the police on him.
So my manager finally apologizes while we were cleaning up the shit storm that the mob of people caused but I was still pissed off. I told him not to do it again and he said sorry again, and I said okay thanks.
Grant came by to get me and when I finally got into his car I totally started crying.... And then the car wouldn't start.
Great.
Today was like fucking Earth shattering. I don't know what happened. Everything just got tossed up into the air. Today just SUCKED. Seriously just one thing after another...
Not only was Blockbuster freakishly busy today because of a little sprinkling fucking rain, but I was only partnered up with one other manager who is freakishly maticulous with their work.
The line was FREAKISHLY and unusually long; which meant that movies we were SUPPOSED to be placing back on the shelves were being backed up in the drop box which means more work for later in the 15 minutes we are left with to close up the store.
I almost started bawling in the middle of the store while telling a story about my sign language teacher to some high school kids who came in. The sign language they were doing reminded me I guess and I just started to remember. I got so choked up and it just really surprised me how emotional I got without even expecting to. Embarassing
Me and my manager each had to spend 30 minutes alone with an entire, huge ass line to take lunch breaks. While I was on mine, outisde on the phone, the homeless, schizophrenic mascot of blockbuster looked like he was about to walk up to me in a freakishly fast pace so I rushed back into the store. He proceeded to stand outside the door for an hour, and which customers pointed out, continued to touch himself while staring at me.
My manager shrugged it off and thought it was irrational to be afraid of the guy. I was SO freaked out by him I didn't want to be outside the break room where he could see me. So, after the customers were suggesting we call somebody my manager finally did -still reluctant to do so. And after he called, the guy was gone.
So he then had a fit, cursed, and slammed shit. Which, really pissed me off. Because, whether it was directed at me or not was really inappropriate and he wouldnt be doing it in front of anyone else he was working with. SO, I gave him the cold shoulder.
The sheriff did come by and did see the homeless guy around the corner sitting alone still talking to himself, I'm not sure what he did. But I felt terrible because he is obviously not mentally there and he really needs help but the only thing anyone can do is call the police on him.
So my manager finally apologizes while we were cleaning up the shit storm that the mob of people caused but I was still pissed off. I told him not to do it again and he said sorry again, and I said okay thanks.
Grant came by to get me and when I finally got into his car I totally started crying.... And then the car wouldn't start.
Great.
Today was like fucking Earth shattering. I don't know what happened. Everything just got tossed up into the air. Today just SUCKED. Seriously just one thing after another...