Work.

[onebrokensoul]

I was thinking about something bad to put up here, just because I felt like bitching about something. However, there is absolutely nothing bad going on. I am a pretty fucking happy dude at this moment. Hnmmm, so I was at work and my boss lady, (her name is Misty) asked me to do some actual work, I told her nope and walked out of the store. It was great, I give her shit like that all the time. I rarely do anything she wants me to, and the other boss lady her name is Karen, always tells me not to listen to her. The other lady, her name is Virginia, but we call her Ginger, told me I should just stay away from her so I don't have to do any actual work. When I say actual work I mean work inside of the store. They all think I do enough outside that I shouldn't have to do anything inside. Which is true on busy days, but today I worked for maybe thirty minutes to every hour I was there for the first 3 hours. Then I took my lunch, and when I got back, I worked maybe 20 minutes every hour I was there until midnight when I clocked out to go home. I must have taken like 4 breaks, and sat around bullshitting with all the new cashiers. It's funny because most of them just stare at my ears or my painted finger nails. Well, that goes with most people that work there that I do not know. Every fucking day, I get asked if it hurt my ears to gauge them out. I always tell them yeah, I cried like a girl. It's great because mostly chics ask me if it hurt. I think that remark has offended a couple of them. Even my assistant managers just sit there and look and ask me about my ear holes. (The first three managers I spoke of are just front end managers, they aren't shit really, they just watch over the cashiers.) The assistant manager Frank asked me if the holes in my ears were as big as the "earrings" as everyone calls them. When I said yeah, he just shook his head and walked away. But enough about work. It was boring, but fun because I got to ignore my boss lady. Then she cracked a gay joke about me. something about I'm not allowed to make out with my boyfriend in the parking lot anymore. She was talking to some guy and was telling him, that he and his girlfriend need to settle down a bit while they are there. That is when she looked at me and made that crack.

Anywho, I have nothing to talk about now. It was a good day.

John