March Break...
I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face.
(I was confused) Looking everywhere only to find,
That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind.
(So what am I) What do I have but negativity?
’Cause I can’t trust to find the way, everyone is looking at me.
(Nothing to lose) Nothing to gain, hollow and alone,
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own.
Welcome, first and only Monday of March Break. I have work at 4, and our wonderful cashier supervisor scheduled a Cashier meeting for 5. If we are open until 9pm, and there is a cashier meeting at 5pm, and the cashiers are upstairs, who's cashing out customers on the floor? Stupid, stupid management...
I really really hate my boss. She has to be the worst most tyrannical woman I have ever met. I will be very glad when I get to switch departments and she is not my supervisor anymore. I tell her I can work 2 days a week (not Wednesday), and Sunday but I have to leave by 5pm. How does she interpret this? She books me Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday... Then says she wouldn't book me unless she needed me, but it's my responsibility to get the extra shifts covered. Excuse me? So if she books me for 5 night a week (remember, I'm still in school), it's my responsibility to get the shifts covered, even though the bitch knows full well I am in school and have homework. Like I'm going to choose work over school so I can end up a fat, lazy, 50 year old hag of a cashier supervisor. Lady, you can bite me.
Anyway, Andrew came over on Saturday. We watched The Ring, and Hannibal. One of the reasons he wouldn't stay later, his mother was making chicken stew. I was ditched for chicken stew... He says he probably can't come over again this week. I say he can, and he will. The boy spends far too much time on homework. There's more to life than school and work. All work and no play makes Andrew a dull boy.