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It's been a really, really bad week.
It started off alright... I worked all weekend, so I got to deal with all the stupid Memorial Day shoppers, but that's ok. They buy things, I look like a great salesperson. Worked Tuesday and it really looked like I had the manager trainee promotion in the bag, oh boy did it look good. And then Wednesday rolled around and someone trashed my car. Slashed the tires, shattered the windows, keyed the sides, did some body damage. I'd been planning on selling that car, since I had already purchased a replacement, but no one was willing to give me any money for it. I don't understand why anyone would do something like that. Granted, when I get mad I want to destroy things, but I've always limited myself to destroying my own posessions. Maybe I just have an exagerrated sense of ownership and property laws, who knows?
So yeah, Wednesday I found the car destroyed.
Thursday I had a junkyard haul it away, and they wouldn't give me anything for it. After that happy episode, I went to take the personality test at work for the promotion. I took it twice, and bombed it completely both times.
Friday, I found out, about an hour before the end of my shift, that it was bad enough they couldn't even let me interview. The manager sent me home early because she could tell how upset I was. It's not that I really wanted the promotion, it's that working 20 hours a week at 6.50 an hour is a sure way for me to get deeper into debt and NEVER GO BACK TO SCHOOL.
Give that a minute to sink in. I had to.
It started off alright... I worked all weekend, so I got to deal with all the stupid Memorial Day shoppers, but that's ok. They buy things, I look like a great salesperson. Worked Tuesday and it really looked like I had the manager trainee promotion in the bag, oh boy did it look good. And then Wednesday rolled around and someone trashed my car. Slashed the tires, shattered the windows, keyed the sides, did some body damage. I'd been planning on selling that car, since I had already purchased a replacement, but no one was willing to give me any money for it. I don't understand why anyone would do something like that. Granted, when I get mad I want to destroy things, but I've always limited myself to destroying my own posessions. Maybe I just have an exagerrated sense of ownership and property laws, who knows?
So yeah, Wednesday I found the car destroyed.
Thursday I had a junkyard haul it away, and they wouldn't give me anything for it. After that happy episode, I went to take the personality test at work for the promotion. I took it twice, and bombed it completely both times.
Friday, I found out, about an hour before the end of my shift, that it was bad enough they couldn't even let me interview. The manager sent me home early because she could tell how upset I was. It's not that I really wanted the promotion, it's that working 20 hours a week at 6.50 an hour is a sure way for me to get deeper into debt and NEVER GO BACK TO SCHOOL.
Give that a minute to sink in. I had to.