Ranty McRanterson.
Yay bitching post! It's all lumped together because knowing me, I'll end up deviating from any topic that I put myself on...so read at your own risk. There may be brain breakage due to me not remembering my points...oh, and possible pity-partying. It's all stuff I've been storing up inside that needs to come out. Skip as needed. >_o
Work's been taking up a lot of my life lately, with the cleaning report due on Wed. of next week and...we just got our lists this past Monday. So it's been a scramble to get everything done, and done right, so that we can score higher than the other stores and all that jazz. Plus, it would be great to impress our district manager...since I shut down the store for 3 hours when one of my two crew had to leave because he wasn't feeling well. I only got a talking to about that, which is good. I guess. I don't know, it could have been worse. A lot worse. XP But as for the cleaning report...there was a lot of things that the manager in charge left off...and we all got a nice long note in the computer about it all. I barely got one of the lobby trash cans done and they're adding MORE? I feel sorry for Chris. He's the one going to have to be there until like, 7 in the morning trying to play catch up. but I don't feel too bad because the lucky bastard got the stacks night.
Plus, there's drama at work going with a crew person fucking another one who's married...that can of worms needs to stay closed as much as it can because really, it's going to spontaneity combust one of these days and I don't wanna be there when it does. Really, I don't.
Oh, one of my crew put in that they don't wanna work midnights because of the morning manager (understandable.) which has my other one fretting about this and that. Mostly about being the service bitch. I keep telling him not to worry. Since he'll be my grill bitch. Every person that we've been training that we've hired has been in service, so I don't know what he's freaking out about. Although that means my shitty times are about to get worse... Oh well.
Lets see...life... uh...well. Yet another one of my friends got a boyfriend and is following the script that Bethany laid out a good, two years ago now. Stop talking to me for a period of time: check. Stop hanging out: check. Say everything is going to be the same: check. Some boy won't ruin/change friendship: check. They only thing I don't really have to worry about is any sexcapades going around, because let me tell whoever the hell has time/will to read all of this, I know more about one of my best friends than I ever wanted to know. Although I did get Bethany's soul for working for her one day because she wanted to go on a date. And she thinks she's gonna get it back! Isn't she silly?
So, I'm just waiting for the communication to stop, or for the 'oh, you're not really an asexual! You can't be! I'll try to set you up with someone!' I hate that line. So much. BECAUSE ASEXUALS CAN'T EXIST!!! No, everyone has to be either straight, gay, or bi! There's nothing else out there. I do agree with something I found on a website back when I was trying to fool myself into thinking that I was like everyone else: (this isn't a direct quote...I can't find it again. :\) At least the gays are recognized. That one sentence still just blows me out of the water and it's true. Someone says their asexual and they either get the 'childhood trauma' label or 'they're just hiding from themselves'. Well, let me be one to say that we do exist, we're here, and yes, we don't wanna have sex. kthxbi.
...totally didn't expect that one to come through. Go me.
In mango news, I SCANNED 9 PAGES YESTERDAY! Now all I need to do is type in the "script" and post them all. This year, I have this notebook thing that I've been keeping all the dialogue in instead of writing it all in the margins like I did last year, and it's been working out really well. Oh! And I downloaded some new fonts! I'm thinking of looking around for some more, just to be able to say that I have a better selection than before, and most likely will before I really start to type out all those words onto my pretty pictures!
Peace,
considering bed or looking at fonts psycho
Work's been taking up a lot of my life lately, with the cleaning report due on Wed. of next week and...we just got our lists this past Monday. So it's been a scramble to get everything done, and done right, so that we can score higher than the other stores and all that jazz. Plus, it would be great to impress our district manager...since I shut down the store for 3 hours when one of my two crew had to leave because he wasn't feeling well. I only got a talking to about that, which is good. I guess. I don't know, it could have been worse. A lot worse. XP But as for the cleaning report...there was a lot of things that the manager in charge left off...and we all got a nice long note in the computer about it all. I barely got one of the lobby trash cans done and they're adding MORE? I feel sorry for Chris. He's the one going to have to be there until like, 7 in the morning trying to play catch up. but I don't feel too bad because the lucky bastard got the stacks night.
Plus, there's drama at work going with a crew person fucking another one who's married...that can of worms needs to stay closed as much as it can because really, it's going to spontaneity combust one of these days and I don't wanna be there when it does. Really, I don't.
Oh, one of my crew put in that they don't wanna work midnights because of the morning manager (understandable.) which has my other one fretting about this and that. Mostly about being the service bitch. I keep telling him not to worry. Since he'll be my grill bitch. Every person that we've been training that we've hired has been in service, so I don't know what he's freaking out about. Although that means my shitty times are about to get worse... Oh well.
Lets see...life... uh...well. Yet another one of my friends got a boyfriend and is following the script that Bethany laid out a good, two years ago now. Stop talking to me for a period of time: check. Stop hanging out: check. Say everything is going to be the same: check. Some boy won't ruin/change friendship: check. They only thing I don't really have to worry about is any sexcapades going around, because let me tell whoever the hell has time/will to read all of this, I know more about one of my best friends than I ever wanted to know. Although I did get Bethany's soul for working for her one day because she wanted to go on a date. And she thinks she's gonna get it back! Isn't she silly?
So, I'm just waiting for the communication to stop, or for the 'oh, you're not really an asexual! You can't be! I'll try to set you up with someone!' I hate that line. So much. BECAUSE ASEXUALS CAN'T EXIST!!! No, everyone has to be either straight, gay, or bi! There's nothing else out there. I do agree with something I found on a website back when I was trying to fool myself into thinking that I was like everyone else: (this isn't a direct quote...I can't find it again. :\) At least the gays are recognized. That one sentence still just blows me out of the water and it's true. Someone says their asexual and they either get the 'childhood trauma' label or 'they're just hiding from themselves'. Well, let me be one to say that we do exist, we're here, and yes, we don't wanna have sex. kthxbi.
...totally didn't expect that one to come through. Go me.
In mango news, I SCANNED 9 PAGES YESTERDAY! Now all I need to do is type in the "script" and post them all. This year, I have this notebook thing that I've been keeping all the dialogue in instead of writing it all in the margins like I did last year, and it's been working out really well. Oh! And I downloaded some new fonts! I'm thinking of looking around for some more, just to be able to say that I have a better selection than before, and most likely will before I really start to type out all those words onto my pretty pictures!
Peace,
considering bed or looking at fonts psycho