Oct 03, 2004 09:45
Last night was a long night of work. I worked 3-11 and I had to do executive-type inventory of the entire CD section in Electronics. It's not hard doing back stock until you get to Musica Latina, because I can't read any Spanish and all the albums start with Los or end with Cruz. But I got through it.
Got out a little early so I talked with Darcy and Angela in the parking lot, we are going to go to Gotham to see our managers on gay night, haha. We have four gay managers that all go to Gotham on Saturday night. Weird.\
Steve won't like, return my calls, whatever. It's pissing me off, he does this every once in a while, fuck it. I also can't get a hold of Ryan, Bobby, Frank, Erica, Kristie...etc...everyone is ignoring me, bitch bitch, whine whine...If I leave a voicemail at least have the decency to call me back, but whatever.
I was supposed to have today off, but no. I am going in 3-10, because we have so much left to do in Electronics. I think today I get stuck in the video game lockup for seven hours, awesome. Oh, and I gotta deal with Marcy who is totally in charge of my promotion. So on top of working hard, I have to set an example and 'lead my fellow coworkers as a member of management'. Well I don't have that title yet, so I don't blame my fellow coworkers for looking at me like I have a penis drooping out of my nose when I try to lead them. Wah.
I wish I wasn't awake, I'm the only person in this family that works until 11 o'clock at night yet my dad decides to fucking play around and wake me up at 8 on a Sunday that I don't have to work until 3.
I WANT MY FUCKING CAR FIXED.