May 29, 2004 23:02
i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job. ihatemyjob! so today at work i get there and half an hour into my shift this girl comes in and buys cigarettes. she looks like she is about 22 - older than me and i am 20. anyhow, heart of the matter i got set up in a sting. i didnt card her, as the policy says that you card if they look under 21 for tobacco and under 27 for alcohol, and she didnt. i wouldnt have given her a second look had i seen her in a bar. so i got a $50 fine and so did the store. blah. and being a weenie, i cried, as it was rather humiliating, and the manager said i could go home after he cleaned the frier (which took like 2 1/2 hours!) and then when he was done, i asked if i could go, and he is all like, "well i guess i did say that, but i lied." so i got stuck there crying through ringing people up. and i hate cigarrettes. there is the irony. i dont like to sell them to anyone - smoking is gross. yet there is this pregnant lady who comes in every day and buys a pack and i have to sell them to her!!! and i was hoping she would be buying them for someone else, but she packs them and opens them as she walks out. i have no clue who she is, but i hate her. anyway, i am considering not showing up for work tomorrow. tim will always let me back on at papa johns. i am still on their payroll.
on another note, i went to the art fair today. shawn was supposed to go with me but he was sick. i bought a collage with a black and white little boy in scuba gear sitting on a floor with colorful fish swimming all around him in the air. i picked that piece because i often have a dream where fish start swimming out of their tanks and into the air. my mom says she has this dream too. weird.