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(The following entry was written on 1-15-2005)
Today was another day of work, and I busted my ass. I would talk to other employees, and they wouldn’t have half as many hours as I did. Today I worked 3:30 to 11pm. never, ever, by any means; drink an energy drink on an empty stomach. It was the most bizarre and nerve racking feeling I’ve ever had. I felt like I was going to die-lol, and so I ran to the chips stand and grabbed some Fritos. After that, I was okay, but it was very odd indeed. Work was terrorable, I felt like it was never going to end. I had to be dropped off from mom today cus the spokes on the bicycle broke off. And so once again I was hours early. I drew in Burger King in the center of Fry’s parking lot (fry’s is where I work at) and in the break room until It was time to go to work. There was this girl at work today, and she was beautiful. You could tell she was half Mexican and white, but she was a bitch. Not like a naggy kind, but more of the passive aggressive type. She really pissed me off, but I kept my cool around her. She liked this creature at work, which was just like her…now that I think about it, she is looking for the right people, ones just like her, pssh. I said to myself “It figures…” that someone could be pretty yet be all messed up on the inside…but that’s just the way the world is, ya know. It seems like everything that I favor, or desire, or admire is actually hurtful, deceitful and bothersome…but in the words of my employed and worn out friend-“what can ya do.” It fucking pisses me off how powerless I am.
Anyways, I’ve met pretty much everyone within the immediate vicinity of the front end of the store (where I work as the courtesy clerk, a.k.a the “cart bitch.”) There’s Chavo, a football player at Alhambra who works in produce, there’s young, small Kristen who’s a cashier. Also, is Raul, a punk 17-year-old kid who slacks off in the hidden areas at work. There’s his friend Humberto, an introverted, heavyset young man. Next, there’s Judy-a front-end supervisor with long curly brown hair and glasses, who’s short…I’m not fond of her. Then there’s Kim, who is also a front-end supervisor whenever Judy isn’t in. She’s a nice, eccentric lady, but I don’t think she likes me…I dunno if its something I said or because I’m new…I’m not sure. Then there’s Ryan. He’s a fairly tall, stocky guy who might be only a few years older than me. Then there’s Bryant, who is pretty much the same but has blonde hair. Odd…they come in together, both acting a bit macho, yet they’re always together…and Ryan gives him a ride home…odd indeed…
Then there’s Monika, who is a courtesy clerk. She’s an older, phillipino lady who likes to tell me what to do, even though she isn’t the smartest thing in the world herself. Then there is Jerry, the guy that works mostly at the stock in back. He’s cool, at about his 30’s or 40’s, and has a bald spot, I think. Then there is Stacey. She is in her 30’s-ish I suppose with blonde hair, but I swear she looks in her late 20’s. She is really cool and mentioned to me that she has 2 teenage kids. I like bagging for her, she has a pleasant sense of humor. Then there is Jan, who I think is either another front-end supervisor or a store supervisor. She is a smaller, heavyset woman with dark hair. I’m on a neutral basis with her…I think, and then there is Miguel, who I swear is Mexican but has an Indian accent (Hindu Indian not native American accent). Then there is Linda, who is in her 40’s and has an artistic daughter. I’m still new to her, so she doesn’t talk to me much. Then there is Tiffany, the straight and dark haired, 20 year old girl I wrote an entry on before. Then there is Sarai, who’s name I had the most difficult time pronouncing, and she was silently mad about it today. Lastly are Steve and Jeff, whom ive mentioned before. Steve is the practical nice, god of the store as Jeff is the devil manager. Then lastly, there is Cisco, who’s a bit older than me with dark hair and sideburns, and has a great attitude about work. He has a pleasant sense of humor as well. Him and me got into a conversation about guitars and effect pedals and everything from favorite bands to what magazines we subscribe to. I’m probably on the best basis with him at the store. Everyone else seems kinda bitter and poopey to be there...and I don’t blame them. If everyone had a sense of humor like Stacey and Cisco, time would not be as bad at work-lol.
All in all work is okay, I just don’t like bitter people who suck at interacting with others…I guess I really shouldn’t blame them to a point…after all, they’re just as unhappy to be there as I am, they just don’t hold back as much. Its sad though when the customers that are nasty can be better than most of the employees sometimes. And to think…this is only my second week of working and I’m already griping. Well, I’m just going to work here for 6 months for job experience, and then I’m going to get a better job…I hope. They’re building a Wal-mart not even a mile or so up the street from my neighborhood, so ill definitely look into that later(psst-Fry’s is six miles, to this job could be a steal). Also, I’m going to save my paychecks for college, I still want to go to an art school. Ill start out community, and then transfer. Right now it’s a tough decision is between 2 schools. Oh yeah-one more gripe to vent off-My hands have cuts on them!! Ouchie!!
Okay, I’m done griping now:P.
Meanwhile, some more German guys from the Goodyear airport that we’re learning how to fly came in again. Native German people are too cool. He taught me how to say good night in German. It is “Guten Nacht.” Awesome ^_^.
Also, on my off time I have been drawing of course, but also Ive been building a website for most of my stories, and also learning guitar by tab’s. My website isn’t even open to surfers yet, but you can see its blandness at:
http://www.freewebs.com/chroniclesofthera
It’s very basic right now, and still under construction, that’s why there are seldom pictures. Basically, I love to write fantasy stories, so in turn everything that I write goes into this made up planet I call Thera. Hopefully it’s site I make will live up to my expectations :P. I want it to be colorful, interactive and everything.
I was drawing a picture in the break room before my shift, and it came out to be my character Seth. He is…the reflection of myself. Morose…and I fell into the picture…there was a lot of feeling that went into inking it…
Funny, how much things can happen in a year, or three…
Scar tissue.
Today was another day of work, and I busted my ass. I would talk to other employees, and they wouldn’t have half as many hours as I did. Today I worked 3:30 to 11pm. never, ever, by any means; drink an energy drink on an empty stomach. It was the most bizarre and nerve racking feeling I’ve ever had. I felt like I was going to die-lol, and so I ran to the chips stand and grabbed some Fritos. After that, I was okay, but it was very odd indeed. Work was terrorable, I felt like it was never going to end. I had to be dropped off from mom today cus the spokes on the bicycle broke off. And so once again I was hours early. I drew in Burger King in the center of Fry’s parking lot (fry’s is where I work at) and in the break room until It was time to go to work. There was this girl at work today, and she was beautiful. You could tell she was half Mexican and white, but she was a bitch. Not like a naggy kind, but more of the passive aggressive type. She really pissed me off, but I kept my cool around her. She liked this creature at work, which was just like her…now that I think about it, she is looking for the right people, ones just like her, pssh. I said to myself “It figures…” that someone could be pretty yet be all messed up on the inside…but that’s just the way the world is, ya know. It seems like everything that I favor, or desire, or admire is actually hurtful, deceitful and bothersome…but in the words of my employed and worn out friend-“what can ya do.” It fucking pisses me off how powerless I am.
Anyways, I’ve met pretty much everyone within the immediate vicinity of the front end of the store (where I work as the courtesy clerk, a.k.a the “cart bitch.”) There’s Chavo, a football player at Alhambra who works in produce, there’s young, small Kristen who’s a cashier. Also, is Raul, a punk 17-year-old kid who slacks off in the hidden areas at work. There’s his friend Humberto, an introverted, heavyset young man. Next, there’s Judy-a front-end supervisor with long curly brown hair and glasses, who’s short…I’m not fond of her. Then there’s Kim, who is also a front-end supervisor whenever Judy isn’t in. She’s a nice, eccentric lady, but I don’t think she likes me…I dunno if its something I said or because I’m new…I’m not sure. Then there’s Ryan. He’s a fairly tall, stocky guy who might be only a few years older than me. Then there’s Bryant, who is pretty much the same but has blonde hair. Odd…they come in together, both acting a bit macho, yet they’re always together…and Ryan gives him a ride home…odd indeed…
Then there’s Monika, who is a courtesy clerk. She’s an older, phillipino lady who likes to tell me what to do, even though she isn’t the smartest thing in the world herself. Then there is Jerry, the guy that works mostly at the stock in back. He’s cool, at about his 30’s or 40’s, and has a bald spot, I think. Then there is Stacey. She is in her 30’s-ish I suppose with blonde hair, but I swear she looks in her late 20’s. She is really cool and mentioned to me that she has 2 teenage kids. I like bagging for her, she has a pleasant sense of humor. Then there is Jan, who I think is either another front-end supervisor or a store supervisor. She is a smaller, heavyset woman with dark hair. I’m on a neutral basis with her…I think, and then there is Miguel, who I swear is Mexican but has an Indian accent (Hindu Indian not native American accent). Then there is Linda, who is in her 40’s and has an artistic daughter. I’m still new to her, so she doesn’t talk to me much. Then there is Tiffany, the straight and dark haired, 20 year old girl I wrote an entry on before. Then there is Sarai, who’s name I had the most difficult time pronouncing, and she was silently mad about it today. Lastly are Steve and Jeff, whom ive mentioned before. Steve is the practical nice, god of the store as Jeff is the devil manager. Then lastly, there is Cisco, who’s a bit older than me with dark hair and sideburns, and has a great attitude about work. He has a pleasant sense of humor as well. Him and me got into a conversation about guitars and effect pedals and everything from favorite bands to what magazines we subscribe to. I’m probably on the best basis with him at the store. Everyone else seems kinda bitter and poopey to be there...and I don’t blame them. If everyone had a sense of humor like Stacey and Cisco, time would not be as bad at work-lol.
All in all work is okay, I just don’t like bitter people who suck at interacting with others…I guess I really shouldn’t blame them to a point…after all, they’re just as unhappy to be there as I am, they just don’t hold back as much. Its sad though when the customers that are nasty can be better than most of the employees sometimes. And to think…this is only my second week of working and I’m already griping. Well, I’m just going to work here for 6 months for job experience, and then I’m going to get a better job…I hope. They’re building a Wal-mart not even a mile or so up the street from my neighborhood, so ill definitely look into that later(psst-Fry’s is six miles, to this job could be a steal). Also, I’m going to save my paychecks for college, I still want to go to an art school. Ill start out community, and then transfer. Right now it’s a tough decision is between 2 schools. Oh yeah-one more gripe to vent off-My hands have cuts on them!! Ouchie!!
Okay, I’m done griping now:P.
Meanwhile, some more German guys from the Goodyear airport that we’re learning how to fly came in again. Native German people are too cool. He taught me how to say good night in German. It is “Guten Nacht.” Awesome ^_^.
Also, on my off time I have been drawing of course, but also Ive been building a website for most of my stories, and also learning guitar by tab’s. My website isn’t even open to surfers yet, but you can see its blandness at:
http://www.freewebs.com/chroniclesofthera
It’s very basic right now, and still under construction, that’s why there are seldom pictures. Basically, I love to write fantasy stories, so in turn everything that I write goes into this made up planet I call Thera. Hopefully it’s site I make will live up to my expectations :P. I want it to be colorful, interactive and everything.
I was drawing a picture in the break room before my shift, and it came out to be my character Seth. He is…the reflection of myself. Morose…and I fell into the picture…there was a lot of feeling that went into inking it…
Funny, how much things can happen in a year, or three…
Scar tissue.