Twit Day
So today at work was Twit Day. For those who don't know what that is, it's a day when I work with both of the Twits that also work the CSD. The one that got there first, I take back everything nice I ever said about her. All Day Long she kept giving unsolicited, unwanted, and unneeded advice. If I have a question, I'm going to ask. I'm not shy, and I'm too lazy to research myself if I can just ask. And unneeded advice irritates the hell out of me. Especially if I'm smarter than you.
The other one started her day out whining about how I had painted the desk. Look, it was on my worklist, so I did it. I don't much care that you did it a week and a half ago, or that you ruined three pairs of pants and want Lowe's to pay for them. Grow up. If I had a nickel for every article of clothing I'd ruined at work because of paint, well, I wouldn't need my job. Also, maybe if you did a better job, I wouldn't have had to go over it.
On the subject of painting, there's a couple of signs on the front of the desk. Now, one I knew I couldn't remove, so I put painter's tape around it. The other sign, well, it was on there with heavy duty double-sided tape. So since my store manager was standing right there, I asked if I could take it down and then put it back up when the paint dries. As soon as this was out of my mouth, I knew I should have just taken it off. He says just paint around it, so I grab the roll of painter's tape and begin to tape it up. And again, he opens his mouth and says, "It's the same colour, right? Just don't get too close to it." You know what, I work in a hardware store. We sell the tools to do it right, so dang it, I'm going to do it right!
This is not the first stupid thing this guy has said. One day, when I was still the RTM clerk, one of the girls in receiving and I called someone to unlock the compactor because I had a gigantic cart of trash to throw away. Our department manager came and unlocked it for us. Then he shows up, the other girl tells him it's already unlocked. He locks at my cart and says, "what's all this?" as I'm taking things off and throwing them into the compactor. So I turn and say, "It's trash, hence the page for the compactor."
What a tool.
The other one started her day out whining about how I had painted the desk. Look, it was on my worklist, so I did it. I don't much care that you did it a week and a half ago, or that you ruined three pairs of pants and want Lowe's to pay for them. Grow up. If I had a nickel for every article of clothing I'd ruined at work because of paint, well, I wouldn't need my job. Also, maybe if you did a better job, I wouldn't have had to go over it.
On the subject of painting, there's a couple of signs on the front of the desk. Now, one I knew I couldn't remove, so I put painter's tape around it. The other sign, well, it was on there with heavy duty double-sided tape. So since my store manager was standing right there, I asked if I could take it down and then put it back up when the paint dries. As soon as this was out of my mouth, I knew I should have just taken it off. He says just paint around it, so I grab the roll of painter's tape and begin to tape it up. And again, he opens his mouth and says, "It's the same colour, right? Just don't get too close to it." You know what, I work in a hardware store. We sell the tools to do it right, so dang it, I'm going to do it right!
This is not the first stupid thing this guy has said. One day, when I was still the RTM clerk, one of the girls in receiving and I called someone to unlock the compactor because I had a gigantic cart of trash to throw away. Our department manager came and unlocked it for us. Then he shows up, the other girl tells him it's already unlocked. He locks at my cart and says, "what's all this?" as I'm taking things off and throwing them into the compactor. So I turn and say, "It's trash, hence the page for the compactor."
What a tool.