Stuff is messed up...
~Now, I don't know and its hard to explain,
but it seems like things are just kind of insane
because the world is crying but nobodys listening
so please leave a message on my cell phone~
First and foremost, my computer is dying a slow and painful death. Apparently the cooling system is starting to go. I guess it's not too surprising, given that I've had the thing for nearly 6 years. Hopefully my new computer arrives before this one finally goes to the big junkpile in the sky.
I've also had my hair cut into a new style by my fabulous hairdresser Julie. I'm going for a side fringe (but not long enough to be called emo) instead of my usual straight across. I've also ditched the streaks in favour of all-over red, which is looking pretty awesome I must say.
I had a pretty good 25th birthday. Got many well wishes and calls and work was so flat-out busy that when I got home to find Carl had ordered noodles for dinner and gotten out a DVD for me, I was a bundle of happy joy.
Valentines day STARTED really well, I woke up to find a present on the bed beside me (a pretty book on Trigun that's actually the rules for a pen and paper roleplay based in that universe) and Carl brought me up a pot of tea that he'd made with my blending kit just for me. It was so sweet.
Started work at 12pm that day...
So anyway I get into work and Renee is running shift. She tells me I'm going to be in Booth, which is fine, I haven't done it for a while (it's a waste of a Crew Trainer) but since we're a little busy by that stage it's a little hard to argue the toss. Anyway when we finally got a break in traffic, Renee comes up to me and tells me that in between cars I have to do dives (which for those of you not fluent in the McSpeak that's fancy talk for doing the dishes).
I apologise to her and say that I cannot do dives. And she says that it's not hard, you just wash the dishes etc. I then tell her that I know HOW to do dives, but PHYSICALLY can't because of my sensitive skin. She then starts going nutso at me, saying that unless I have a medical certificate for my skin allergies that she doesn't want to hear another word out of me and that I have to do the dishes and that there are gloves available so sensitive skin isn't a good excuse. Ok,
A) Those gloves are DISGUSTING. There's no telling what other diseased skin has been rubbing up inside them. Also they're not 100% foolproof against the chemicals as it is VERY easy to get soapy water inside them (which I managed to do later on).
B) There were plenty of CREW on the floor. She could have easily swapped me over for one of them and gotten them to do it instead. Not to sound like an obnoxious brat or anything, but I'm a Crew Trainer, so doing the dishes is a little beneath my job description, plus it's a total waste of talent having me in Booth and doing dishes when I'm meant to be on the floor and doing training.
I also think she's got a problem with me in general. One of my friends who works there overheard her talking about me in the crew-room with another manager. Discussions like that shouldn't be held in the crew-room because somebody else could overhear and spread what they heard (as happened in the case of my friend - but they only told me).
Not to mention that she 'accidentally' forgot to roster me on for the Crew Trainer meeting on Monday. That could have been an honest mistake but I can't be sure - for obvious reasons.
Great, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse at that place. And here was me trying to steel my resolve and stick it out to get my manager's certificate because it really is a good qualification to have. God damnit. I'm going to go in and have a chat with Jenna about all this tomorrow as well as next week's rosters because those are messed up too and it's all so frustrating. Ugh.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I dreamed I was lying in my bed and there was this massive great big thunderstorm going on outside. I could see the lightning flashing through the curtains and the thunder was a deep, booming roar. The strange part is that I was absolutely terrified out of my mind. Which is insane cos I love thunderstorms. They don't scare me at all and I love watching the lightning. I just can't understand what caused me such fear.
Anyone good at dream interpretation?
Anyway, I'm feeling pretty tired and I have to get up early to drop Carl off at work because his car is temporarily out of commission due to tyre issues. Fun and games.
Take care all.
but it seems like things are just kind of insane
because the world is crying but nobodys listening
so please leave a message on my cell phone~
First and foremost, my computer is dying a slow and painful death. Apparently the cooling system is starting to go. I guess it's not too surprising, given that I've had the thing for nearly 6 years. Hopefully my new computer arrives before this one finally goes to the big junkpile in the sky.
I've also had my hair cut into a new style by my fabulous hairdresser Julie. I'm going for a side fringe (but not long enough to be called emo) instead of my usual straight across. I've also ditched the streaks in favour of all-over red, which is looking pretty awesome I must say.
I had a pretty good 25th birthday. Got many well wishes and calls and work was so flat-out busy that when I got home to find Carl had ordered noodles for dinner and gotten out a DVD for me, I was a bundle of happy joy.
Valentines day STARTED really well, I woke up to find a present on the bed beside me (a pretty book on Trigun that's actually the rules for a pen and paper roleplay based in that universe) and Carl brought me up a pot of tea that he'd made with my blending kit just for me. It was so sweet.
Started work at 12pm that day...
So anyway I get into work and Renee is running shift. She tells me I'm going to be in Booth, which is fine, I haven't done it for a while (it's a waste of a Crew Trainer) but since we're a little busy by that stage it's a little hard to argue the toss. Anyway when we finally got a break in traffic, Renee comes up to me and tells me that in between cars I have to do dives (which for those of you not fluent in the McSpeak that's fancy talk for doing the dishes).
I apologise to her and say that I cannot do dives. And she says that it's not hard, you just wash the dishes etc. I then tell her that I know HOW to do dives, but PHYSICALLY can't because of my sensitive skin. She then starts going nutso at me, saying that unless I have a medical certificate for my skin allergies that she doesn't want to hear another word out of me and that I have to do the dishes and that there are gloves available so sensitive skin isn't a good excuse. Ok,
A) Those gloves are DISGUSTING. There's no telling what other diseased skin has been rubbing up inside them. Also they're not 100% foolproof against the chemicals as it is VERY easy to get soapy water inside them (which I managed to do later on).
B) There were plenty of CREW on the floor. She could have easily swapped me over for one of them and gotten them to do it instead. Not to sound like an obnoxious brat or anything, but I'm a Crew Trainer, so doing the dishes is a little beneath my job description, plus it's a total waste of talent having me in Booth and doing dishes when I'm meant to be on the floor and doing training.
I also think she's got a problem with me in general. One of my friends who works there overheard her talking about me in the crew-room with another manager. Discussions like that shouldn't be held in the crew-room because somebody else could overhear and spread what they heard (as happened in the case of my friend - but they only told me).
Not to mention that she 'accidentally' forgot to roster me on for the Crew Trainer meeting on Monday. That could have been an honest mistake but I can't be sure - for obvious reasons.
Great, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse at that place. And here was me trying to steel my resolve and stick it out to get my manager's certificate because it really is a good qualification to have. God damnit. I'm going to go in and have a chat with Jenna about all this tomorrow as well as next week's rosters because those are messed up too and it's all so frustrating. Ugh.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I dreamed I was lying in my bed and there was this massive great big thunderstorm going on outside. I could see the lightning flashing through the curtains and the thunder was a deep, booming roar. The strange part is that I was absolutely terrified out of my mind. Which is insane cos I love thunderstorms. They don't scare me at all and I love watching the lightning. I just can't understand what caused me such fear.
Anyone good at dream interpretation?
Anyway, I'm feeling pretty tired and I have to get up early to drop Carl off at work because his car is temporarily out of commission due to tyre issues. Fun and games.
Take care all.