Not worth a title
More like I'm too lazy to think of one but thats besides the point. I was going to have a nice entry but frankly nice isn't in my vocab. anymore at the moment. Why?/ I'm tired and bitchy. I'm sick and cramping ( you know female things) which doesn't help my disposition any and i'm massivly short on sleep and at the moment because of my job. And things there aren't so great really.
One I've been at this new store we are opening all week helping get set up and all that super funness that goes along with opening a new store. It's not so bad just a lot of repetatve work and cleaning. But the catch is you work LOOOOOOOOOOONG days. long long long starting early in the morning and ending sometime after dinner time or whenever the guy says we can all leave. I got out early today but the catch is I need to come back tomorrow at 6AM to unload their first truck from the warehouse. That means leaving the house not ONE minute later than 5:30AM to get there on time. And thats to get there RIGHT one time and not a minute later. Technically I need to be there BEFORE the truck comes so that means getting there at least ten miniutes before. *sigh* So I thought maybe I should take a little nap since I'd already commited myself to going to this screening of the fabulous four with my friend Jaime who I've not really seen all summer and I'd feel too guilty backing out on her since we don't get to see eachother very often. SO I go to take a nap. My sister comes down asking me where the prrofs are for my senior pictures. As if she really needs them for anythng and like I happen to know. I had them taken ages ago and then I've not really thought of them or used them since. Then I was just getting off to sleep again when she runs down to ask me to drive her across town to get her glasses because they are in. At the point I just screamed get the fuck out and got up and dressed again and entertained myself with my embroidery and online for awhile.
Then I took her to work since mom and dad weren't back yet and thought I'd grab my schedule for the rest of the week since I was there anyway. Yea. Bad news. For one Mrs. Rivera was still there and she'd left when I did HOURS ago to pick up a two wheeler to take to the store tomorrow to help with the inventory and a couple of other things. Mind at that time it was around 5PM and she'd been up and working since before 8AM. And I knew something was wrong right away. Goody. I looked at my schedule and i'm working MORE than full time next week so yay for me. The good thing is thats more moeny for me and at least most of my shifts are the same so I'm not alternating all the time which is nice. Those alternating shifts are a killer. Anyway. I wandered out of the office and talked to Mrs. Rivera and asked her what was wrong and she just said that Tac. had stabbed her in the back and something that she was suppsed to have off she can't now because of his lies and it was really important to her. Some kind of family gathering up north. She didn't want to talk about it. She said if she did she was going to start crying. Definitely not good. I booked it out of there as quickly as I could. I didn't want to be around when shit went down if it did. I'd rather be safe at home and hear about it tomorrow at 6AM when I'm unloading the truck. If I hear about it at all. oo lord and things just get better.
Poor Mrs. Rivera. Anyway we hired a new SIMS whose in charge of our inventory and ordering. Someone vouched for her saying that she could do the job but frankly she can't. She can't even sign into a computer let alone do anything else but she did try. And messed everything up. Our inventory is all off and we have our official massive once a year inventory next week and people are scrambeling to fix the mistakes this new person made before then. She was fired from SIMS but they can't let her go completely because she's not American and it would be considered discrimination. *sigh* she can't even count change but I had to try to train her on the register. I would rather have teeth pulled with no shots to numb it I think. That would be less painful. Maybe. Anyway I need to eat and then wait for my friends call. She should be coming to get me soonish to go to that screening. Whew I feel a lot better now and some time to chill with my girl will make me feel better yet! She and I have been close friends since forever. Shes one of the few few people that I can count on. I know she always has my back no matter what! Anyway I'm really done now *sniffs* something smells good and my tummy is rummbling!
One I've been at this new store we are opening all week helping get set up and all that super funness that goes along with opening a new store. It's not so bad just a lot of repetatve work and cleaning. But the catch is you work LOOOOOOOOOOONG days. long long long starting early in the morning and ending sometime after dinner time or whenever the guy says we can all leave. I got out early today but the catch is I need to come back tomorrow at 6AM to unload their first truck from the warehouse. That means leaving the house not ONE minute later than 5:30AM to get there on time. And thats to get there RIGHT one time and not a minute later. Technically I need to be there BEFORE the truck comes so that means getting there at least ten miniutes before. *sigh* So I thought maybe I should take a little nap since I'd already commited myself to going to this screening of the fabulous four with my friend Jaime who I've not really seen all summer and I'd feel too guilty backing out on her since we don't get to see eachother very often. SO I go to take a nap. My sister comes down asking me where the prrofs are for my senior pictures. As if she really needs them for anythng and like I happen to know. I had them taken ages ago and then I've not really thought of them or used them since. Then I was just getting off to sleep again when she runs down to ask me to drive her across town to get her glasses because they are in. At the point I just screamed get the fuck out and got up and dressed again and entertained myself with my embroidery and online for awhile.
Then I took her to work since mom and dad weren't back yet and thought I'd grab my schedule for the rest of the week since I was there anyway. Yea. Bad news. For one Mrs. Rivera was still there and she'd left when I did HOURS ago to pick up a two wheeler to take to the store tomorrow to help with the inventory and a couple of other things. Mind at that time it was around 5PM and she'd been up and working since before 8AM. And I knew something was wrong right away. Goody. I looked at my schedule and i'm working MORE than full time next week so yay for me. The good thing is thats more moeny for me and at least most of my shifts are the same so I'm not alternating all the time which is nice. Those alternating shifts are a killer. Anyway. I wandered out of the office and talked to Mrs. Rivera and asked her what was wrong and she just said that Tac. had stabbed her in the back and something that she was suppsed to have off she can't now because of his lies and it was really important to her. Some kind of family gathering up north. She didn't want to talk about it. She said if she did she was going to start crying. Definitely not good. I booked it out of there as quickly as I could. I didn't want to be around when shit went down if it did. I'd rather be safe at home and hear about it tomorrow at 6AM when I'm unloading the truck. If I hear about it at all. oo lord and things just get better.
Poor Mrs. Rivera. Anyway we hired a new SIMS whose in charge of our inventory and ordering. Someone vouched for her saying that she could do the job but frankly she can't. She can't even sign into a computer let alone do anything else but she did try. And messed everything up. Our inventory is all off and we have our official massive once a year inventory next week and people are scrambeling to fix the mistakes this new person made before then. She was fired from SIMS but they can't let her go completely because she's not American and it would be considered discrimination. *sigh* she can't even count change but I had to try to train her on the register. I would rather have teeth pulled with no shots to numb it I think. That would be less painful. Maybe. Anyway I need to eat and then wait for my friends call. She should be coming to get me soonish to go to that screening. Whew I feel a lot better now and some time to chill with my girl will make me feel better yet! She and I have been close friends since forever. Shes one of the few few people that I can count on. I know she always has my back no matter what! Anyway I'm really done now *sniffs* something smells good and my tummy is rummbling!