i need someone else to care for me.
i have a promotional disc only that's not yet released to the world. it's actually a full cd. with all 13 songs on it. anyone want a copy of it? Piracy is god.
i hate pirates. no fucking pirates.
i am going to work on my research project this period again because it's more important than writing this cd review for newspaper.
last night i worked with aryan trying to set an endcap of notions. we wasted so much time looking for stuff to fill the endcap that all went together... that failed miserably because notions was half empty. everything was going on clearence and we couldn't preset anything that was set for the 3/13 transition. we get our shelves. reset the previous endcap in an isle and then start setting our new endcap. ben walks up and it's just me at this point because aryan went to grab an electronics call. he asks "what are you doing?" i reply "setting this endcap." he replies "oh. it doesn't match." i reply "it's party themed." he replies "we were going to put something electronics there... no one told you guys?" no, nobody told us. rick told ben to put electronics there but ben just said, before being told by rick, to set it with notions. but ben never got back to us with what rick said. so we wasted time. so we reset it with electronics. and then tried to figure out how to make labels with no planogram number. we both claimed we knew how to. but we didn't.
but we burnt so much time last night really doing nothing. i zoned seasonal because aryan said he was doing electronics. but as we were setting the endcap together, he asked brian to zone electronics. brian was all "lucy, your man's slacking." so i told aryan he was slacking and i could have done it even after doing seasonal. but he wanted my help setting an endcap, even tho you only need yourself to do it.
and then giving rameen a ride home topped my night off. i love that guy times ten million. my brother was on the telephone the entire time while driving so rameen and i just made fun of him and how kelly is taller than him. then we talked about me moving away. "won't you miss your family?" yes i'll miss them. and then onto what i got for my birthday. and the issue of the boyfriend.
"so what'd your boyfriend get you?"
"i don't have a boyfriend?"
"what's a pretty girl like you doing without a boyfriend?"
"people don't like me."
"you just went out with a group of guys who fought over you. people love you."
i am looking for a place to live. as soon as i find that place to live, i'm out of this joint.
chris asked me if i was ever coming back when i told him this morning i'm finding a way to skip town. CONVERSATION:
"are you ever coming back."
"no."
"not to visit."
"never."
"why"
"because i hate it here. and i hope everyone who lives here leads a miserable life."
i'm really upset that James Sr. was hired for the backroom because James Jr. works back there, too. And I was told i can't do backroom because my sister works back there... so directly after told that, i see a guy just hired a day or two ago for backroom that is the father of James Jr... and james jr works in the backroom and so does his dad, now. which this completely pisses me off. SO GUESS WHO'S TAKING THIS TO CORPORATE OFFICES? oh yes. that's right. me.
and i'm pullin a 12-er on saturday because i am god and i can do such things.
me to chris "do you love me?"
chris to me "platonicly."
oh i don't love him. not even platonicly. in fact, i fucking hate the kid.
*imagine me prancing around with a knife through a giant field of daisies with horses roaming around aimlessly. i am missing a few teeth and covered in blood...*
i slit throats like it's a parade.
i hate pirates. no fucking pirates.
i am going to work on my research project this period again because it's more important than writing this cd review for newspaper.
last night i worked with aryan trying to set an endcap of notions. we wasted so much time looking for stuff to fill the endcap that all went together... that failed miserably because notions was half empty. everything was going on clearence and we couldn't preset anything that was set for the 3/13 transition. we get our shelves. reset the previous endcap in an isle and then start setting our new endcap. ben walks up and it's just me at this point because aryan went to grab an electronics call. he asks "what are you doing?" i reply "setting this endcap." he replies "oh. it doesn't match." i reply "it's party themed." he replies "we were going to put something electronics there... no one told you guys?" no, nobody told us. rick told ben to put electronics there but ben just said, before being told by rick, to set it with notions. but ben never got back to us with what rick said. so we wasted time. so we reset it with electronics. and then tried to figure out how to make labels with no planogram number. we both claimed we knew how to. but we didn't.
but we burnt so much time last night really doing nothing. i zoned seasonal because aryan said he was doing electronics. but as we were setting the endcap together, he asked brian to zone electronics. brian was all "lucy, your man's slacking." so i told aryan he was slacking and i could have done it even after doing seasonal. but he wanted my help setting an endcap, even tho you only need yourself to do it.
and then giving rameen a ride home topped my night off. i love that guy times ten million. my brother was on the telephone the entire time while driving so rameen and i just made fun of him and how kelly is taller than him. then we talked about me moving away. "won't you miss your family?" yes i'll miss them. and then onto what i got for my birthday. and the issue of the boyfriend.
"so what'd your boyfriend get you?"
"i don't have a boyfriend?"
"what's a pretty girl like you doing without a boyfriend?"
"people don't like me."
"you just went out with a group of guys who fought over you. people love you."
i am looking for a place to live. as soon as i find that place to live, i'm out of this joint.
chris asked me if i was ever coming back when i told him this morning i'm finding a way to skip town. CONVERSATION:
"are you ever coming back."
"no."
"not to visit."
"never."
"why"
"because i hate it here. and i hope everyone who lives here leads a miserable life."
i'm really upset that James Sr. was hired for the backroom because James Jr. works back there, too. And I was told i can't do backroom because my sister works back there... so directly after told that, i see a guy just hired a day or two ago for backroom that is the father of James Jr... and james jr works in the backroom and so does his dad, now. which this completely pisses me off. SO GUESS WHO'S TAKING THIS TO CORPORATE OFFICES? oh yes. that's right. me.
and i'm pullin a 12-er on saturday because i am god and i can do such things.
me to chris "do you love me?"
chris to me "platonicly."
oh i don't love him. not even platonicly. in fact, i fucking hate the kid.
*imagine me prancing around with a knife through a giant field of daisies with horses roaming around aimlessly. i am missing a few teeth and covered in blood...*
i slit throats like it's a parade.