Fear And Loathing At The Limited
Today I realized something.... I realized that I fear Mary Jo (my boss at work) She gave me this really hard project to do, I had to re-do an entire table and fold each shirt with 3 pieces of tissue paper in between them. Ok, first of all, I really don't mind projects because they make the time go by, but I do mind them when Mary Jo gives them to me. I was seriously in fear waiting for her to tell me what I was doing wrong or how the table itself was wrong or that because I was trying so hard to make the table perfect so she wouldn't yell at me, I was taking too long. I was like shaking. Sencond of all the shirts are 40% of so they are going to get ravaged anyway, so why spend so much freaking time with 3 peices of tissue paper that are just going to get thrown away anyway? Well she didn't say anything to me it turns out, but I was very surprised.
Later this evening I had to unfortunately attend another boring meeting at the Limited. I think I hate the meetings more than actually working there...wow, that's alot of freaking hate! Anyway back to my story... Amanda who was sitting next to me said, "I like your ring." but I didn't hear her, so I asked her to repeat, she did, and i said thank you. Well during this time Mary Jo asked, "who learned something new?" And when I didn't raise my hand of cource she staired right at me. I told her I didn't hear the question. After she told me, she immediately asked me, "what did you learn?" So, I'm on the spot, I'm red and nervous already from not hearing the question. I said "Uhhhh...." probably for a solid 60 seconds. I didn't know what to say. Finally after a minute or so, I thought of something. "I learned that the style card customer spends an average of $156 per shopping trip." Whew, I blew them out of the water, but I felt really stupid. I really hate Mary Jo and I would give anything to quit that place.
Ok, that was yesterday. Today (8-9-04) it got even worse. It was the same table from yesterday, the table that I hated so I already had an additude with it. So I was folding the tissue paper first putting it in the center of the shirt and then folding it. She came up to me stared at me and said, "What are you doing?" I felt like I was a 5 year old steeling candy from a candy store or something. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" That's what I should have said, but instead I put my tail between my legs. Evidentially I was supposed to fold the paper with the shirt itself. It's kinda hard to explain, but the point of my story is that it really pissed me off how she talks to me. I just can't take it anymore! And I can't wait a year and a half till my externship.
On another note... I was supposed to get $40 that I won in a contest at work, and they only gave me $20. Mary Jo "said" she called the district manager and told him, but notice that this happened July 23rd and I haven't heard anything since. Screw you Limited!
As for my parents... Things still suck at my house. I wish someone would diagnose me depressed or psychotic or manic and tell my parents that it's all their fault. Living in this house is hell. I sometimes talk to my mom, when I feel like it, as for my dad...no way Jose! And I don't intend to. They leave and don't tell me where they're going...well like I even give a fuck? I don't tell them where I'm going either. And my mom bought me some really cute panties today, but I still feel like a stranger in my own house. My birthday's going to be here before I even know it. Tiffany's going to be gone, and I just have this feeling like it's going to be just as shitty if not worse than last year. Ever since I was little my birthday has meant so much to me. Maybe it's selfish? But every year I just want it to be a special, fun day, when I'm surrounded by lots of people that I love and love me too. When I was a kid, it was my family. But now they really don't care. My Aunt doesn't want to come in from Livonia because it's too far of a drive, my cousins probably don't even know when my birthday is or how old I am. The grandparents are really all I have. No matter what I do, they always love me and are so proud of me. I wish my parents would take a lesson. I guess it's just too much to ask.
Later this evening I had to unfortunately attend another boring meeting at the Limited. I think I hate the meetings more than actually working there...wow, that's alot of freaking hate! Anyway back to my story... Amanda who was sitting next to me said, "I like your ring." but I didn't hear her, so I asked her to repeat, she did, and i said thank you. Well during this time Mary Jo asked, "who learned something new?" And when I didn't raise my hand of cource she staired right at me. I told her I didn't hear the question. After she told me, she immediately asked me, "what did you learn?" So, I'm on the spot, I'm red and nervous already from not hearing the question. I said "Uhhhh...." probably for a solid 60 seconds. I didn't know what to say. Finally after a minute or so, I thought of something. "I learned that the style card customer spends an average of $156 per shopping trip." Whew, I blew them out of the water, but I felt really stupid. I really hate Mary Jo and I would give anything to quit that place.
Ok, that was yesterday. Today (8-9-04) it got even worse. It was the same table from yesterday, the table that I hated so I already had an additude with it. So I was folding the tissue paper first putting it in the center of the shirt and then folding it. She came up to me stared at me and said, "What are you doing?" I felt like I was a 5 year old steeling candy from a candy store or something. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" That's what I should have said, but instead I put my tail between my legs. Evidentially I was supposed to fold the paper with the shirt itself. It's kinda hard to explain, but the point of my story is that it really pissed me off how she talks to me. I just can't take it anymore! And I can't wait a year and a half till my externship.
On another note... I was supposed to get $40 that I won in a contest at work, and they only gave me $20. Mary Jo "said" she called the district manager and told him, but notice that this happened July 23rd and I haven't heard anything since. Screw you Limited!
As for my parents... Things still suck at my house. I wish someone would diagnose me depressed or psychotic or manic and tell my parents that it's all their fault. Living in this house is hell. I sometimes talk to my mom, when I feel like it, as for my dad...no way Jose! And I don't intend to. They leave and don't tell me where they're going...well like I even give a fuck? I don't tell them where I'm going either. And my mom bought me some really cute panties today, but I still feel like a stranger in my own house. My birthday's going to be here before I even know it. Tiffany's going to be gone, and I just have this feeling like it's going to be just as shitty if not worse than last year. Ever since I was little my birthday has meant so much to me. Maybe it's selfish? But every year I just want it to be a special, fun day, when I'm surrounded by lots of people that I love and love me too. When I was a kid, it was my family. But now they really don't care. My Aunt doesn't want to come in from Livonia because it's too far of a drive, my cousins probably don't even know when my birthday is or how old I am. The grandparents are really all I have. No matter what I do, they always love me and are so proud of me. I wish my parents would take a lesson. I guess it's just too much to ask.