Looking better
Well, so far Melissa seems to be tolerating me. We are signing the new 18 month lease tomorrow.
Missed my first class again, but my teacher (Miiiiiiiisssssssssssster An-derson) informed me that as long as I keep my grades up, I'll be fine. Not a problem, my first test was a 71 and I didn't study. I should be ok.
Oh and my Pell Grant was worth $4k+ and I only spent about $500-ish on books. for those who don't know: I get the rest of the money.
Which means I'm no longer worried about life after my pre-paid tuition. I'm even going to open a separate account for the funds (after I use some of it to get a little out of debt (ie credit card and paying David's parents back).
Working part time at morris costumes is great. I learned through David that Scott Morris is Philip Morris' SON ( I thought they were brothers but it makes more sense now because there is a big age difference). Also learned that Terri is his daughter (I didn't think she was relate not to mention Scott's sister, but it again make sense as she does payroll).
Terri. Ah Terri. How I wish I could hit her. I called on the Tuesday of last week to tell them I wasn't coming in. When asked why, I decided to tell the truth: PetsMart needed my help with inventory. See I'm trying to make the managers see that I'm Lead Cashier material (gods, they made JACK one 6 months after he started and after he was trained, I can STILL do it better without training). So I figured that showing up and teaching them a lesson would be good.
Terri was silent for a moment and then said "Wait...you are tell me you can't work today....so you can go work somewhere else? I don't get it."
Apparently someone didn't read my application about this being a second job while I was still full time at PetsMart. So I explained that it was because on inventory and it was a one time thing and she was still dumb-founded and demanded to know why. So I explained a third time, this time adding that I would work Friday morning (so inconvenient for me) to make up the time difference. This seemed to ease her troubled mind and she left a note for Scott.
I never went on Friday. David's mom needed a ride to get her car from the shop and David was sick. I feel I should note that he was sick because Melissa had been sick a few days earlier and demanded he cuddle with her, knowing full and well that there was a 99.999999999999999% chance she would give it to him.
If I was sick, I'd tell my boy friend to stay back and wear a mask. No point in making him miserable too.
Anyway, that was last week.
This week (yesterday to be precise) I was about to kill four people. Allow me to explain: On Wednesday mornings at PetsMart, there are generally two managers, two cashiers (if you can call Peggy a cashier), and a stocker. Plenty of people to take care of things, right?
Well it normally is until everyone decides to go on a f***ing smoke break without telling me first.
So there I am, paging a manager for line one, Peggy for the cat adoption area, and a stocker for customer assistance with crates. And paging. Finally a customer points out that a bunch of people had been around the decrepit picnic table (where the smokers hang out with it's not raining). So I paged Candice to get them, but they were already heading back inside. So I just started handing out orders.
"Rick, line one." At this point it had been about 10 minutes which makes for an unhappy customer.
"Peggy, a lady and her son need help with the cats". She sighed heavily like I had just sentenced her to death.
"Joe or Philip, a customer needs help with crates. Now." They smiled, nodded, and went to it.
Then the lady and her son came back. Peggy still hadn't helped them so I called her to the front. She came up and ran backup (which was not needed) and started to leave again. "Peggy. Cats." "Oh...Call Jessica."
*STAB*
After all that, I was looking forward to 2pm when Lorinda would come in and I could do returns. Oh wait! How silly of me, Lorinda doesn't run the register! That's not her job! She's on the schedule under CASHIERS. Why should I expect her to run on the register for more than 2 minute intervals? So while she did my returns, I was fuming. She didn't even take the cart to do them! She just took items one at a time, working as slowly as she could. I mean, why should she care about me? I'm always on register. I must like it.
Then, when I was helping a customer with the tag machine, I stepped back to my regiser to dropped off a bad tag (the lady put her phone number down wrong), she says "Oh sir? She can take you on 1!". Sure I can! Especially while I'm walking away from it to help the other customer! She wasn't backed up either. She had one other customer. So, frustrated as the gentleman didn't hear me tell her I was still helping the first customer, I handed the lady back her collar and got on regisear. Naturally, the moment I did and her line was empty she *gasp* ran away! So f***ing typical. So once again I had to balance the regisear, the phone, and helping the customer. and I still make less than $7/hr. I should call the dirty Jobs guy and tell him to go with a customer service job. It is by far worse than cleaning pidgeon poo or septic tanks.
Oh, and I have added Lorinda to my list of people I hate working with. Her attitude problem needs to go.
"I wasn't hired to be a cashier, I was hired to do a lot of things!" Yes, including but not limited to RUNNING THE GD REGISTER. What, does she think she's better than me because she worked for the company in the past? Does she think she can do whatever she wants when she's scheduled to work the register?
This Halloween, since I'll more than likely be working again, my costume will the register slave. I'll wear cat ears too so it'll be legit. Cat ears, a little sign under my name tag, and a ball and chain. Think I'm kidding?
I saw Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. I liked it. Very chick-flick-esque, but with undead and comedy overtones :D
And tomorrow night I'm going to my first ever comedy club. "Why?" you ask? Carlos Mencia. Need I say more.
anyway, I have to get to work.
Missed my first class again, but my teacher (Miiiiiiiisssssssssssster An-derson) informed me that as long as I keep my grades up, I'll be fine. Not a problem, my first test was a 71 and I didn't study. I should be ok.
Oh and my Pell Grant was worth $4k+ and I only spent about $500-ish on books. for those who don't know: I get the rest of the money.
Which means I'm no longer worried about life after my pre-paid tuition. I'm even going to open a separate account for the funds (after I use some of it to get a little out of debt (ie credit card and paying David's parents back).
Working part time at morris costumes is great. I learned through David that Scott Morris is Philip Morris' SON ( I thought they were brothers but it makes more sense now because there is a big age difference). Also learned that Terri is his daughter (I didn't think she was relate not to mention Scott's sister, but it again make sense as she does payroll).
Terri. Ah Terri. How I wish I could hit her. I called on the Tuesday of last week to tell them I wasn't coming in. When asked why, I decided to tell the truth: PetsMart needed my help with inventory. See I'm trying to make the managers see that I'm Lead Cashier material (gods, they made JACK one 6 months after he started and after he was trained, I can STILL do it better without training). So I figured that showing up and teaching them a lesson would be good.
Terri was silent for a moment and then said "Wait...you are tell me you can't work today....so you can go work somewhere else? I don't get it."
Apparently someone didn't read my application about this being a second job while I was still full time at PetsMart. So I explained that it was because on inventory and it was a one time thing and she was still dumb-founded and demanded to know why. So I explained a third time, this time adding that I would work Friday morning (so inconvenient for me) to make up the time difference. This seemed to ease her troubled mind and she left a note for Scott.
I never went on Friday. David's mom needed a ride to get her car from the shop and David was sick. I feel I should note that he was sick because Melissa had been sick a few days earlier and demanded he cuddle with her, knowing full and well that there was a 99.999999999999999% chance she would give it to him.
If I was sick, I'd tell my boy friend to stay back and wear a mask. No point in making him miserable too.
Anyway, that was last week.
This week (yesterday to be precise) I was about to kill four people. Allow me to explain: On Wednesday mornings at PetsMart, there are generally two managers, two cashiers (if you can call Peggy a cashier), and a stocker. Plenty of people to take care of things, right?
Well it normally is until everyone decides to go on a f***ing smoke break without telling me first.
So there I am, paging a manager for line one, Peggy for the cat adoption area, and a stocker for customer assistance with crates. And paging. Finally a customer points out that a bunch of people had been around the decrepit picnic table (where the smokers hang out with it's not raining). So I paged Candice to get them, but they were already heading back inside. So I just started handing out orders.
"Rick, line one." At this point it had been about 10 minutes which makes for an unhappy customer.
"Peggy, a lady and her son need help with the cats". She sighed heavily like I had just sentenced her to death.
"Joe or Philip, a customer needs help with crates. Now." They smiled, nodded, and went to it.
Then the lady and her son came back. Peggy still hadn't helped them so I called her to the front. She came up and ran backup (which was not needed) and started to leave again. "Peggy. Cats." "Oh...Call Jessica."
*STAB*
After all that, I was looking forward to 2pm when Lorinda would come in and I could do returns. Oh wait! How silly of me, Lorinda doesn't run the register! That's not her job! She's on the schedule under CASHIERS. Why should I expect her to run on the register for more than 2 minute intervals? So while she did my returns, I was fuming. She didn't even take the cart to do them! She just took items one at a time, working as slowly as she could. I mean, why should she care about me? I'm always on register. I must like it.
Then, when I was helping a customer with the tag machine, I stepped back to my regiser to dropped off a bad tag (the lady put her phone number down wrong), she says "Oh sir? She can take you on 1!". Sure I can! Especially while I'm walking away from it to help the other customer! She wasn't backed up either. She had one other customer. So, frustrated as the gentleman didn't hear me tell her I was still helping the first customer, I handed the lady back her collar and got on regisear. Naturally, the moment I did and her line was empty she *gasp* ran away! So f***ing typical. So once again I had to balance the regisear, the phone, and helping the customer. and I still make less than $7/hr. I should call the dirty Jobs guy and tell him to go with a customer service job. It is by far worse than cleaning pidgeon poo or septic tanks.
Oh, and I have added Lorinda to my list of people I hate working with. Her attitude problem needs to go.
"I wasn't hired to be a cashier, I was hired to do a lot of things!" Yes, including but not limited to RUNNING THE GD REGISTER. What, does she think she's better than me because she worked for the company in the past? Does she think she can do whatever she wants when she's scheduled to work the register?
This Halloween, since I'll more than likely be working again, my costume will the register slave. I'll wear cat ears too so it'll be legit. Cat ears, a little sign under my name tag, and a ball and chain. Think I'm kidding?
I saw Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. I liked it. Very chick-flick-esque, but with undead and comedy overtones :D
And tomorrow night I'm going to my first ever comedy club. "Why?" you ask? Carlos Mencia. Need I say more.
anyway, I have to get to work.