Janet is a SLAVE DRIVER
I've figured out why I'm sick - it's got to be from being scheduled 7 days in a row. I have work, school, horses, boyfriend, a big art project to finish...and I'm a night owl. It's finally caught up with me. I don't know if it's cuz she doesn't like me or what, but last week Janet scheduled me 3 days, 16 1/2 hours...and then 7 days in a row. WTF?!
So after working 10-6:30 on this painfully gorgeous day, Michelle had to write me up for my tardiness. =/ She didn't want to and made sure she let me know that.
She was like, "Steph...come here. I don't want you to quit. (I hadn't been planning on it) But I have to write you up before you leave today, since you've been late so many times...I really need you here! I have to tell you, Mel is extremely picky...no, choosy...about who works in KRU, and she really likes you. So I want you to do everything you can to stay here." Etcetera, etcetera.
So I had to sign this paper for my formal warning - and if I'm late once within the next 30 days, I'll get a final warning. Final warning = Termination, basically.
So I'm buying a dual alarm clock. Pronto. If I'm not there within 10 minutes of my shift, something went wrong with my alarm or I wrecked my car on the way there. There's no other reason.
I went to watch the guys practice and attempted to take pictures, but my digital camera hates me as usual.
If I didn't stop and get food, my stomach said it'd eat itself, so I stopped at Foodland on my way home.
A Tip For Men:
If you're gonna try to pick up women - don't do it at a grocery store.
I walked in and there was this real tall guy...and I could tell by the way he looked at me that he was gonna stop me at some point to talk to me. So he half-followed me around the store (you know, when you're following someone but don't want them to know) until he ran into me.
"Hey, Is your name Lindsey?"
"No, no it's not."
"Oh...you look familiar."
"No, it's Stephanie."
"You went to Western Beaver?"
"No...but I've dated a few guys from there...Dan Chaffee for 2 years, Greg Moreira now."
"Oh...you go to CCBC, right?
"Uhh...I take evening classes..."
"Tuesdays?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh, I've seen you...what are you doing here so late?"
*insert insignificant small talk*
So I got away from him to go put something away, and managed to get to my car. Till I realized I forgot milk for my Honey Bunches of Oats. Damnit. So I go to walk back in and cross paths again.
"Hey...can I ask you something?" (well, I know what's coming now, ugh)
"Are you and your boyfriend serious?"
"Yes...yes we are." (as I think to myself...WOW you're a douchebag)
"Are you?"
"YES."
"Oh, I was gonna see if you wanted to go out sometime..."
"No, that's okay. We're pretty serious."
LAME. LAME LAME LAME LAME LAME.
And pathetic. Very pathetic.
Ridiculously pathetic.
I'm gonna go eat my cereal now.
So after working 10-6:30 on this painfully gorgeous day, Michelle had to write me up for my tardiness. =/ She didn't want to and made sure she let me know that.
She was like, "Steph...come here. I don't want you to quit. (I hadn't been planning on it) But I have to write you up before you leave today, since you've been late so many times...I really need you here! I have to tell you, Mel is extremely picky...no, choosy...about who works in KRU, and she really likes you. So I want you to do everything you can to stay here." Etcetera, etcetera.
So I had to sign this paper for my formal warning - and if I'm late once within the next 30 days, I'll get a final warning. Final warning = Termination, basically.
So I'm buying a dual alarm clock. Pronto. If I'm not there within 10 minutes of my shift, something went wrong with my alarm or I wrecked my car on the way there. There's no other reason.
I went to watch the guys practice and attempted to take pictures, but my digital camera hates me as usual.
If I didn't stop and get food, my stomach said it'd eat itself, so I stopped at Foodland on my way home.
A Tip For Men:
If you're gonna try to pick up women - don't do it at a grocery store.
I walked in and there was this real tall guy...and I could tell by the way he looked at me that he was gonna stop me at some point to talk to me. So he half-followed me around the store (you know, when you're following someone but don't want them to know) until he ran into me.
"Hey, Is your name Lindsey?"
"No, no it's not."
"Oh...you look familiar."
"No, it's Stephanie."
"You went to Western Beaver?"
"No...but I've dated a few guys from there...Dan Chaffee for 2 years, Greg Moreira now."
"Oh...you go to CCBC, right?
"Uhh...I take evening classes..."
"Tuesdays?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh, I've seen you...what are you doing here so late?"
*insert insignificant small talk*
So I got away from him to go put something away, and managed to get to my car. Till I realized I forgot milk for my Honey Bunches of Oats. Damnit. So I go to walk back in and cross paths again.
"Hey...can I ask you something?" (well, I know what's coming now, ugh)
"Are you and your boyfriend serious?"
"Yes...yes we are." (as I think to myself...WOW you're a douchebag)
"Are you?"
"YES."
"Oh, I was gonna see if you wanted to go out sometime..."
"No, that's okay. We're pretty serious."
LAME. LAME LAME LAME LAME LAME.
And pathetic. Very pathetic.
Ridiculously pathetic.
I'm gonna go eat my cereal now.