However, I came home and ate fresh strawberries

Jul 08, 2012 00:43


On Thursday I went to the student fitness center and did stationary cycling. I tried it at the hardest level, because I am insane, and now my thighs are so stiff that I have a drawn-out, twitchy limp and can't really handle stairs that well. I mean, I've figured them out somewhat. If I pull myself up using the railing, and hop down sideways, I can manage it mostly painlessly.

Anyway in the midst of all my angsting about the future I have this to deal with, too. Of course the employee elevator is out the week I really need it. Yesterday I made Festus do the colorants before he left, but guys, he's just so bad at them. I even made a list of the colorants I wanted him to get, but he ignored it and did it all on his own. Sigh.

And of course Larry is the closing manager both nights too, and he's just, he's so judgmental. He judges everything. And I was in pain last night so I did a terrible job at closing. Tonight he walked by several times, each time reminding me what I did wrong last night. I reminded myself that managers are supposed to be demanding and always expect your best work. Otherwise they'd be sucky managers. Still.

Today started out nice. I lay in bed and ate a banana and did homework until about noon, when I stumbled around the house getting ready for the day. Mom and Dad were happy to see me. We talked about batteries and cars and FreeCell and Nazis and Mrs. Pacman.

And work wasn't too bad. I finished Bill Bryson's A Walk in the Woods and actually did all of my work. I learned more about deck stains.

Can I just say: boys are stupid? At least, young male coworkers are stupid?

It started out with Erich apparently rejoining the paint department, even though the full-timers can't stand him. I was delighted, because I like talking with Erich. But then I relearned that I hate Erich, because he is kinda slow and gullible and a butterfly who can't concentrate on anything except socializing with everyone in the vicinity. Which wouldn't be so bad if it didn't make me look bad in front of managers. I'm trying to swing more hours during the slow season! I'm trying to be a dependable, reliable employee! Dependable, reliable employees don't need managers telling them to stop socializing and do work. Stop following me around!

Kelsey: Hey, I'm going on a fifteen.
Erich: You can't go on a fifteen! I'm here for fifteen more minutes! You can't leave me alone!
Kelsey: I've been here for two hours, I'm going on break.
Manager: Get to work!

Then at the end of my shift, at around 10:45, when everyone is supposed to be straightening up the store, some guys were just hanging out waiting for 11:00 to roll around. One of them had finished his shift at 10:30, so who cares. The other two were pesky. Brad hates his job and leads the others in slacking off. They were all standing by a display of gardening gloves while I was putting color cards away. Suddenly I felt something hit my thigh. I looked down and saw that a pair of gloves had been thrown at me. I looked up. Brad and Off the Clock Guy pointed at each other.

It was obvious from his face that Brad had done it, and that his main motivation was boredom. My reaction was to be his entertainment. Not reacting would invite him to throw more gloves at me. I had to react in a boring manner. So I gave him a withering look. He looked disappointed, and he and the other bored guy left.

On one hand, I think I handled that the same way a good teacher would handle it. On the other hand, all these dudes are preventing me from looking good at my job. This needs to stop.

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