And He Has A Real Big . . . Sock.
Having just realized I haven't posted since November I figured I ought to post as it's been a while.
Nothing much is going on besides me sitting around waiting for the managment position to open up. I hate that I have to wait around for the theif from Simi or Monica, the MIT at our store to leave til I get promoted. Monica is irrtating me because not only is she interferring with my promotion (and I know it's not her fault, but stil, I also have to deal with all sorts of awkward things because of her. Don't get me wrong she's a nice person, but I'm tired of being put in the situation where all the other associates complain to me about her and I can't really say anything because 1) I'm not really an associate anymore and it is inappropriate for me to talk about other managers behing their backs, 2) It looks bad on my part, 3)It would probally undermine her authority (even more?) if I said anything. Honestly, I sometimes feel that I could do a better job than her (and I know that most of the girls agree, even some of the management) and it just pisses me off. Anyways, enough of work. Just thinking about it is making all the muscles in my neck tense up.
Planning a trip to Mexico in afew weeks and I swear to God I better come back with a kick ass tan or heads will roll. I hate how I stress over the tiniest things because inevitably I end up a giant ball of stress the weeks leading up to vacations thinking about all the things that could go wrong. I really need a vacation after dealing with all the stress of planning one. Mexico should be fun. It'll be just me and Tracy running amok in various cities of the Mexican Riviera. Viva La Mexico (is that the correct pronoun? I know France is female, but is Mexico?)!
Off to go do laundry as I just realized there is a lack of clean underwears for the morrow.
Nothing much is going on besides me sitting around waiting for the managment position to open up. I hate that I have to wait around for the theif from Simi or Monica, the MIT at our store to leave til I get promoted. Monica is irrtating me because not only is she interferring with my promotion (and I know it's not her fault, but stil, I also have to deal with all sorts of awkward things because of her. Don't get me wrong she's a nice person, but I'm tired of being put in the situation where all the other associates complain to me about her and I can't really say anything because 1) I'm not really an associate anymore and it is inappropriate for me to talk about other managers behing their backs, 2) It looks bad on my part, 3)It would probally undermine her authority (even more?) if I said anything. Honestly, I sometimes feel that I could do a better job than her (and I know that most of the girls agree, even some of the management) and it just pisses me off. Anyways, enough of work. Just thinking about it is making all the muscles in my neck tense up.
Planning a trip to Mexico in afew weeks and I swear to God I better come back with a kick ass tan or heads will roll. I hate how I stress over the tiniest things because inevitably I end up a giant ball of stress the weeks leading up to vacations thinking about all the things that could go wrong. I really need a vacation after dealing with all the stress of planning one. Mexico should be fun. It'll be just me and Tracy running amok in various cities of the Mexican Riviera. Viva La Mexico (is that the correct pronoun? I know France is female, but is Mexico?)!
Off to go do laundry as I just realized there is a lack of clean underwears for the morrow.