Rant
I rant on my journal very infrequently, mainly becuase I don't normally have much to rant about, but today I do. Today I am just so annoyed at everything and almost everyone I've come into contact with.
At work I had a bitch of a co-worker next to me. I work at a supermarket - next to hospitals, it's the biggest germ holding in one building, IMHO. And I'm allergic to something in the airconditioning. It gives me hayfever. So, I spend most of my time with a runny nose, but I'm not actually sick. It goes away as soon as I leave the store.
But this bitch at work, when I blew my nose, and stuck the tissue in the bin, demanded I come back and stick it in a bag becuase she didn't want to get any germs. She works at a supermarket - Like I said, germ central. So, that put me in a bad mood.
Then I had to go relive someone for their break - a 15 minute break. She a) took 25 minutes, and b) when she did come back, she immediately asked to go somewhere else, and leave me on her register, which, normally I wouldn't mind, but I like to actually be asked about something that involves me. They didn't give her an answer she liked (I'm assuming, she was on the phone) so she goes up to the service desk. Next I see, she's putting drink bottles in the drink fridge. Is it too much to actually be informed of these things?
My brother's fiancee asked me for some money this morning - she had $5, she needed $7 to get a return train ticket ($5 was enough for a one-way though). I had no change except for a $20 note. So, we swapped notes, I took her 5, and she had my $20. I did actually NEED that money, btw, I was going to be paying for the last part of my ticket to Sydney to go to Supanova and see Jared Padalecki. But she needed it immediately, and I assumed I'd get the right amount back.
No, she decides to buy chips, and make ME pay for them. I don't even eat the fucking chips, excuse my language. So, when I should be getting $15 back, what do I get? $10. I NEEDED the $15 ($13, actually) to pay for my ticket.
So, yeah. Shitty end to a shitty day. Now I need to go and make dinner, which, since I knew I was getting home late, I asked my brother's fiancee to take something out before she left for work, so I could cook it tonight. Did she? No. So it's now 10 past 6, and they like eating around 6.30 and the steak isn't even defrosted yet.
On the plus side, the girl at the Lancome make up counter in David Jones near my work is lovely, and helpful, and just... nice. she's about the only bright thing in this dismal day.
At work I had a bitch of a co-worker next to me. I work at a supermarket - next to hospitals, it's the biggest germ holding in one building, IMHO. And I'm allergic to something in the airconditioning. It gives me hayfever. So, I spend most of my time with a runny nose, but I'm not actually sick. It goes away as soon as I leave the store.
But this bitch at work, when I blew my nose, and stuck the tissue in the bin, demanded I come back and stick it in a bag becuase she didn't want to get any germs. She works at a supermarket - Like I said, germ central. So, that put me in a bad mood.
Then I had to go relive someone for their break - a 15 minute break. She a) took 25 minutes, and b) when she did come back, she immediately asked to go somewhere else, and leave me on her register, which, normally I wouldn't mind, but I like to actually be asked about something that involves me. They didn't give her an answer she liked (I'm assuming, she was on the phone) so she goes up to the service desk. Next I see, she's putting drink bottles in the drink fridge. Is it too much to actually be informed of these things?
My brother's fiancee asked me for some money this morning - she had $5, she needed $7 to get a return train ticket ($5 was enough for a one-way though). I had no change except for a $20 note. So, we swapped notes, I took her 5, and she had my $20. I did actually NEED that money, btw, I was going to be paying for the last part of my ticket to Sydney to go to Supanova and see Jared Padalecki. But she needed it immediately, and I assumed I'd get the right amount back.
No, she decides to buy chips, and make ME pay for them. I don't even eat the fucking chips, excuse my language. So, when I should be getting $15 back, what do I get? $10. I NEEDED the $15 ($13, actually) to pay for my ticket.
So, yeah. Shitty end to a shitty day. Now I need to go and make dinner, which, since I knew I was getting home late, I asked my brother's fiancee to take something out before she left for work, so I could cook it tonight. Did she? No. So it's now 10 past 6, and they like eating around 6.30 and the steak isn't even defrosted yet.
On the plus side, the girl at the Lancome make up counter in David Jones near my work is lovely, and helpful, and just... nice. she's about the only bright thing in this dismal day.