hell hath no fury like a kreeton scorned, part 2
well then.
since my last entry, which was my hateful e-mail to the bastards at play-dough's closet, things have managed to calm down a little.
granted, when I got to work, it all seemed destined for more disappointment, and more names to add to the shit list. like there was a guy cluttering up my area where I was supposed to do the desserts, which had to be done by 4:15, and I had to rush my ass through my work to get it all done. a lady tried to pick a fight with me over her total at the register. I saw the mop boy come in momentarily (even though he wasn't scheduled for that day) and proceed to STARE at me for 5-10 minutes straight. I also had to combat the sex offender volunteer working there tonight. everything seemed to fast be spinning down the toilet for me.
then, after my break, a weird thing happened. a group of ladies requested me at their table and said, "is it true...that...you're leaving tomorrow?" and they all, honest to god, looked very upset, as if hearing that I had cancer of some kind instead. they were under the impression that I was leaving and never coming back.
but, I explained it all to them, and knowing the story of my year-long plight, they all rejoiced and congratualted me and wished me the best. I got so many hugs tonight, so many. it really did me wonders, and I realized, it's amazing how heartfelt hugs can turn your day around for the better.
but then, the volunteer cornered me. I was trying not to let him know it was almost over for me, lest I get a hug or something, but that's what ended up happening. in fact, he didn't just hug me-- he kept his arm around my shoulder for 5 minutes. he made me repeat things like "I WILL get straight A's" and "I WILL beat all odds" and look him in the eyes when I said it. luckily, jason came to my rescue, pretending that I was needed in the back, and thus, I escaped with aid from his figurative jaws of life.
jeebus.
if tonight was hard, imagine what it'll be like tomorrow. but hell, at least I know I'm loved, and appreciated... I was told so in those very words tonight. I am loved, and I will come back for everyone.
but that fucking clothes store can still lick mine.
since my last entry, which was my hateful e-mail to the bastards at play-dough's closet, things have managed to calm down a little.
granted, when I got to work, it all seemed destined for more disappointment, and more names to add to the shit list. like there was a guy cluttering up my area where I was supposed to do the desserts, which had to be done by 4:15, and I had to rush my ass through my work to get it all done. a lady tried to pick a fight with me over her total at the register. I saw the mop boy come in momentarily (even though he wasn't scheduled for that day) and proceed to STARE at me for 5-10 minutes straight. I also had to combat the sex offender volunteer working there tonight. everything seemed to fast be spinning down the toilet for me.
then, after my break, a weird thing happened. a group of ladies requested me at their table and said, "is it true...that...you're leaving tomorrow?" and they all, honest to god, looked very upset, as if hearing that I had cancer of some kind instead. they were under the impression that I was leaving and never coming back.
but, I explained it all to them, and knowing the story of my year-long plight, they all rejoiced and congratualted me and wished me the best. I got so many hugs tonight, so many. it really did me wonders, and I realized, it's amazing how heartfelt hugs can turn your day around for the better.
but then, the volunteer cornered me. I was trying not to let him know it was almost over for me, lest I get a hug or something, but that's what ended up happening. in fact, he didn't just hug me-- he kept his arm around my shoulder for 5 minutes. he made me repeat things like "I WILL get straight A's" and "I WILL beat all odds" and look him in the eyes when I said it. luckily, jason came to my rescue, pretending that I was needed in the back, and thus, I escaped with aid from his figurative jaws of life.
jeebus.
if tonight was hard, imagine what it'll be like tomorrow. but hell, at least I know I'm loved, and appreciated... I was told so in those very words tonight. I am loved, and I will come back for everyone.
but that fucking clothes store can still lick mine.