to go from crazy to... another type of crazy...
So, my dad called me at work to tell me that they had to take Brendan to the hospital. Stomach pains. They don't know what's wrong, except they're mostly certain it's not appendicitis. Which, um, mostly certain? So there's still a chance that my brother's appendix will explode and poison his blood stream, but they're not sure? THAT'S COMFORTING.
But, um, anyway, they think he'll be fine. They're ultra-sounding him right now and then they'll need an hour or two to read it and they're pretty sure he'll be home later tonight.
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In other news, we're pretty sure my new boss is vaguely sexist in that he never assigns me to do stock-work. I used to do stock work CONSTANTLY and now, even when there are three other cashiers, I'm on cashier duty and spend most of my time following the Manager on Duty around going, "What else can I do? I finished that, what else can I do?" so I'm not bored out of my skull. The other managers have started giving me floor work to do, but it's kind of frustrating. A lot of days I'd really rather be putting stuff out than ringing customers out. Plus, a select few of the other cashiers annoy the shit out of me and treat me like I haven't been working for the company for 32904890234 years and like I'm not older and smarter than them. Bah.
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Television, writing, and dinner. Wheee.
But, um, anyway, they think he'll be fine. They're ultra-sounding him right now and then they'll need an hour or two to read it and they're pretty sure he'll be home later tonight.
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In other news, we're pretty sure my new boss is vaguely sexist in that he never assigns me to do stock-work. I used to do stock work CONSTANTLY and now, even when there are three other cashiers, I'm on cashier duty and spend most of my time following the Manager on Duty around going, "What else can I do? I finished that, what else can I do?" so I'm not bored out of my skull. The other managers have started giving me floor work to do, but it's kind of frustrating. A lot of days I'd really rather be putting stuff out than ringing customers out. Plus, a select few of the other cashiers annoy the shit out of me and treat me like I haven't been working for the company for 32904890234 years and like I'm not older and smarter than them. Bah.
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Television, writing, and dinner. Wheee.