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I've backed up all my old journal entries and reposted them at my InsaneJournal account. Mostly due to the accumulated disgust with this type of bullshit, but also because having an archive elsewhere is just a good idea. GreatestJournal is slowly choking to death on the post-Strikethrough user explosion, so it didn't seem too reliable to me. I'll probably never touch my GJ again for that reason, aside from checking it to see if anyone on my flist there updates...which, uh, doesn't really happen anymore. =/
So, yeah. I'll still use this journal, primarily to check my flist and browse various comms. Post from the IJ will be x-posted here as well, unless the posts are particularly useless rambling, in which case I probably won't bother to post them more than once.
Speaking of x-posting...Ugh. I need to go out and get a new job. I'm getting five hours a week now, and it's obvious the new store manager doesn't like me and is playing favorites (seriously, she's cannibalizing almost all the hours; the new girl gets most of the rest, and other employees get anywhere between four and ten hours a week with six being the average). The problem is that, like always, I don't really know where to start. I've never been good at job hunting, so I tend to stick with whatever I get regardless of how shitty it is for as long as I can. Earlier today I was supposed to see if I could get permission to observe my friend at his workplace (he's a telemarketer) to determine whether or not I should even turn in an app and try for an interview, but for some reason I didn't hear my alarm despite the fact that it was practically right by my head and didn't get up on time. Oh, well. I might as well just fill out an app anyway. Couldn't hurt, could it? Obviously I'm masochistic enough to put up with a lot of shit, and having people cuss me out over the phone isn't half as bad as having people cuss me out in person, like they sometimes did at Nova 8; at least over the phone there's absolutely no chance of a bitchfit turning into a physical altercation. =3
Speaking of work, mildly irratating story: Yesterday, I ended up in the middle of rather slow-moving traffic on my way in to work and was five minutes late. First thing I hear from New Store Manager was, "If you're going to be late, please call in." Her tone was rather pissy, but I was late so it didn't bother me at first. I simply explained that I got stuck in traffic and apologized. Didn't help. She told me that I "still should've called," as if I would have known well in advance what traffic would be like that day. Now, my coworkers had interacted with her more up to this point and had a rather negative view of her, but I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt as I'm sure no one liked me when I first started working. We're cliquish like that. But you know, being practically told that I should consult my fucking crystal ball before I set out for the cross-town commute pissed me off. I said nothing, clocked in, and started doing some of the small tasks around the shop that needed doing like putting the clean dishes away. This carried on for about fifteen minutes or so, during which time she counted down the drawers for the shift change and I continued to piddle around making sure I was ready for the after-school rush. She then asked that I not be mad at her or hate her, and remarked that I looked like if I could have killed her then, I would. I tried to make a little joke and said, "No. There are too many witnesses."
Big mistake.
I have a morbid sense of humor. Most of the people I hang out with have morbid senses of humor, as well, or otherwise appreciate my own gallows-quality jokes. Not so much NSM, who froze a moment before yelling, "WELL THANK GOD FOR THAT." About two seconds go by when she finally catches on and compares me to her ex-boyfriend (NEVER A GOOD SIGN). So I attempt to explain to her that I wasn't mad (I wasn't, and I'm still not; I am irratated, though), and that I didn't hate her (I don't; I don't like her much, but I don't know her well enough to hate her), and that the incident was most likely a communication error based on the fact that we didn't know each other, had no clue what to expect from one another, and would have to work on in the future. Her only response was, "Well, there it is," and she walked out the door. THIS DOES NOT BODE WELL FOR MY CONTINUED EMPLOYMENT. The sad thing is, my joke makes it at least partially my own damn fault. Shit.
She'd rubbed me the wrong way last Friday when I came in at 2 p.m. only to find that she hadn't done a fucking thing on the midday list, then had the gall to oh-so-sweetly ask if I could please do at least one or two small tasks from the list before my shift was over...even though the previous day, I had carefully done everything on that fucking list in addition to serving customers, so my ability to do my fucking job should have been above doubt. Topping it off, I also noticed a fifty dollar check missing from the till, only to see that the cash drawer was over by exactly fifty dollars (well, it was either that Friday or Saturday, I forget which). I figured then that she might have just been having a bad day, but no. Fuck no. She works both the morning and midday shifts and never does a damn thing on either task list save brewing coffee and setting up the register. She was a regular employee at the Troy store for a full fucking year, so it's not like she doesn't know how to do this shit or ring up a check vs. cash order.
Aside from my two unfriendly encounters with her, she's managed to piss off the other employees as well. One of the newer girls is black; upon their first meeting, the very white NSM greeted her in Ebonics. Now, my coworker speaks proper English both on and off shift. NSM made assumptions based entirely upon her outward appearance, which is more than just a little rude and downright idiotic. It's not the sort of thing I generally support, as I've been the victim of incorrect sight-based classification. As you can imagine, hearing that pissed me off. She's done some other pretty rude things to the other staff, so in retrospect I shouldn't be surprised that I'd eventually get my turn. It looks to me that the only reason the newest girl is getting any hours is because she's relatively isolated from the rest of the staff. The rest of us know each other pretty well and talk to each other outside of work, so we can share information and, if necessary, back each other up when talking to the big boss. NSM has managed to rub us all the wrong way, and I think she knows it, so she's cuddling up to the one girl who hasn't integrated with the rest of the staff yet in an attempt to find a supporter. Par for the course in office politics, but this is a fucking coffee shop. There shouldn't be any of that kind of drama here!
Motherfuck. It's like my workplace has suddenly morphed into some God-awful 90s teen drama. D=
Thinking about going out and getting a haircut to facilitate a more polished appearance. Even if I don't end up getting a new job, I have a wedding to go to at the beginning of April and I want to look nice.
So, yeah. I'll still use this journal, primarily to check my flist and browse various comms. Post from the IJ will be x-posted here as well, unless the posts are particularly useless rambling, in which case I probably won't bother to post them more than once.
Speaking of x-posting...Ugh. I need to go out and get a new job. I'm getting five hours a week now, and it's obvious the new store manager doesn't like me and is playing favorites (seriously, she's cannibalizing almost all the hours; the new girl gets most of the rest, and other employees get anywhere between four and ten hours a week with six being the average). The problem is that, like always, I don't really know where to start. I've never been good at job hunting, so I tend to stick with whatever I get regardless of how shitty it is for as long as I can. Earlier today I was supposed to see if I could get permission to observe my friend at his workplace (he's a telemarketer) to determine whether or not I should even turn in an app and try for an interview, but for some reason I didn't hear my alarm despite the fact that it was practically right by my head and didn't get up on time. Oh, well. I might as well just fill out an app anyway. Couldn't hurt, could it? Obviously I'm masochistic enough to put up with a lot of shit, and having people cuss me out over the phone isn't half as bad as having people cuss me out in person, like they sometimes did at Nova 8; at least over the phone there's absolutely no chance of a bitchfit turning into a physical altercation. =3
Speaking of work, mildly irratating story: Yesterday, I ended up in the middle of rather slow-moving traffic on my way in to work and was five minutes late. First thing I hear from New Store Manager was, "If you're going to be late, please call in." Her tone was rather pissy, but I was late so it didn't bother me at first. I simply explained that I got stuck in traffic and apologized. Didn't help. She told me that I "still should've called," as if I would have known well in advance what traffic would be like that day. Now, my coworkers had interacted with her more up to this point and had a rather negative view of her, but I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt as I'm sure no one liked me when I first started working. We're cliquish like that. But you know, being practically told that I should consult my fucking crystal ball before I set out for the cross-town commute pissed me off. I said nothing, clocked in, and started doing some of the small tasks around the shop that needed doing like putting the clean dishes away. This carried on for about fifteen minutes or so, during which time she counted down the drawers for the shift change and I continued to piddle around making sure I was ready for the after-school rush. She then asked that I not be mad at her or hate her, and remarked that I looked like if I could have killed her then, I would. I tried to make a little joke and said, "No. There are too many witnesses."
Big mistake.
I have a morbid sense of humor. Most of the people I hang out with have morbid senses of humor, as well, or otherwise appreciate my own gallows-quality jokes. Not so much NSM, who froze a moment before yelling, "WELL THANK GOD FOR THAT." About two seconds go by when she finally catches on and compares me to her ex-boyfriend (NEVER A GOOD SIGN). So I attempt to explain to her that I wasn't mad (I wasn't, and I'm still not; I am irratated, though), and that I didn't hate her (I don't; I don't like her much, but I don't know her well enough to hate her), and that the incident was most likely a communication error based on the fact that we didn't know each other, had no clue what to expect from one another, and would have to work on in the future. Her only response was, "Well, there it is," and she walked out the door. THIS DOES NOT BODE WELL FOR MY CONTINUED EMPLOYMENT. The sad thing is, my joke makes it at least partially my own damn fault. Shit.
She'd rubbed me the wrong way last Friday when I came in at 2 p.m. only to find that she hadn't done a fucking thing on the midday list, then had the gall to oh-so-sweetly ask if I could please do at least one or two small tasks from the list before my shift was over...even though the previous day, I had carefully done everything on that fucking list in addition to serving customers, so my ability to do my fucking job should have been above doubt. Topping it off, I also noticed a fifty dollar check missing from the till, only to see that the cash drawer was over by exactly fifty dollars (well, it was either that Friday or Saturday, I forget which). I figured then that she might have just been having a bad day, but no. Fuck no. She works both the morning and midday shifts and never does a damn thing on either task list save brewing coffee and setting up the register. She was a regular employee at the Troy store for a full fucking year, so it's not like she doesn't know how to do this shit or ring up a check vs. cash order.
Aside from my two unfriendly encounters with her, she's managed to piss off the other employees as well. One of the newer girls is black; upon their first meeting, the very white NSM greeted her in Ebonics. Now, my coworker speaks proper English both on and off shift. NSM made assumptions based entirely upon her outward appearance, which is more than just a little rude and downright idiotic. It's not the sort of thing I generally support, as I've been the victim of incorrect sight-based classification. As you can imagine, hearing that pissed me off. She's done some other pretty rude things to the other staff, so in retrospect I shouldn't be surprised that I'd eventually get my turn. It looks to me that the only reason the newest girl is getting any hours is because she's relatively isolated from the rest of the staff. The rest of us know each other pretty well and talk to each other outside of work, so we can share information and, if necessary, back each other up when talking to the big boss. NSM has managed to rub us all the wrong way, and I think she knows it, so she's cuddling up to the one girl who hasn't integrated with the rest of the staff yet in an attempt to find a supporter. Par for the course in office politics, but this is a fucking coffee shop. There shouldn't be any of that kind of drama here!
Motherfuck. It's like my workplace has suddenly morphed into some God-awful 90s teen drama. D=
Thinking about going out and getting a haircut to facilitate a more polished appearance. Even if I don't end up getting a new job, I have a wedding to go to at the beginning of April and I want to look nice.