Hmm
I don't want to go to work tonight. I was considering calling in but what's the point if my guy (can I call him that? I don't really know what to call him.) doesn't want to go out because he has to pack up all his shit and check out early in the morning. But ooo I've been worried about him leaving, but he's only going to Haughton or Minden, so I've still got some time.
I hate my job. I applied to Borders today. I hope they hire me. They hired Madeline. She's the one who told me they desperately need a keyholder. I told her to start talking about how awesome I am when she's at work. Oh, I can't wait to quit RGIS. I daydream about it everytime I'm at work. I fantasize about walking out of whatever store we're in when I'm particularly pissed of at them, but we generally tend to be in places like Longview or Texarkana when that happens, so, I wouldn't want to be all like, "I quit! Err... I'll be out by the van..." I guess it's not that bad; there's just a lot of really rude people, most of whom are supervisors. Supervisors who think it's cool to make us work 7 hours without a break. I guess my driver's license must have just cleared or something because the last two days they've had me drive, when they'd never had me drive before. Yesterday, I was following people and I couldn't keep up with them (why do people feel the need to drive 90 miles per hours when they're being followed, when there's traffic?), so I ended up getting lost and making it to the store late and then they had the nerve to tell me I didn't have time to smoke a cigarette. I was incredibly pissed. And the first time I was told I was driving it was after not getting much sleep the night before--the first time I was thinking, "Hey, I might actually be able to sleep in the van!" and then I'm told I'm driving. Of course, most of the time, I'm sure I'd rather drive. Reading in a moving vehicle generally makes me feel icky and not reading makes the ride boring, so driving makes it more interesting, and I get paid a little more.
Guess I should get dressed and go to work. Boo.
I hate my job. I applied to Borders today. I hope they hire me. They hired Madeline. She's the one who told me they desperately need a keyholder. I told her to start talking about how awesome I am when she's at work. Oh, I can't wait to quit RGIS. I daydream about it everytime I'm at work. I fantasize about walking out of whatever store we're in when I'm particularly pissed of at them, but we generally tend to be in places like Longview or Texarkana when that happens, so, I wouldn't want to be all like, "I quit! Err... I'll be out by the van..." I guess it's not that bad; there's just a lot of really rude people, most of whom are supervisors. Supervisors who think it's cool to make us work 7 hours without a break. I guess my driver's license must have just cleared or something because the last two days they've had me drive, when they'd never had me drive before. Yesterday, I was following people and I couldn't keep up with them (why do people feel the need to drive 90 miles per hours when they're being followed, when there's traffic?), so I ended up getting lost and making it to the store late and then they had the nerve to tell me I didn't have time to smoke a cigarette. I was incredibly pissed. And the first time I was told I was driving it was after not getting much sleep the night before--the first time I was thinking, "Hey, I might actually be able to sleep in the van!" and then I'm told I'm driving. Of course, most of the time, I'm sure I'd rather drive. Reading in a moving vehicle generally makes me feel icky and not reading makes the ride boring, so driving makes it more interesting, and I get paid a little more.
Guess I should get dressed and go to work. Boo.