I am totally the captain of this ship.
So I have come to a conclusion: Fuck Spartanburg, I'm leaving this weekend! I'm going to get my parents to front the money and I am packing it up and leaving here. I don't know when it will be, but I'm definitely moving back this weekend! Woot woot!
In health news, my back has been a real bitch lately. It seems like it'll hurt at random times whenever I put wait on my left leg, and it makes moving really painful too. I don't know what triggers it, but it sucks when it kicks in at work.
Speaking of work, my fears were confirmed. See, I figured for a while that all my co-workers hated me. But none of them had done anything to confirm this, so I just figured I was being really really paranoid. But lately they've been far colder than they ever have, and the most volatile one, simply named T, has started coming after me a lot and refuses to work with me. Not only that, but the bosses hate me too. Today I got into work earlier than usual, and I stood around for a little while waiting for the first truck to pull around. So I'm sitting there watching it turn when Zane, the second-in-command at the plant, comes up to me and tells me two trucks had cancelled, so I should take the day off. Now Zane and I have had a few scuffles while I've been there, mainly because he's a huge fucking redneck who doesn't open his damn mouth when he speaks. Because of this, I can hardly understand a word that comes outta his billy goat mouth. And that often leads to miscommunication, and him yelling at me. One time he asked me if I understood english, and I swear I wanted to go off on him. Anyway, Zane was in charge because the head guy, Bob, was sent to California on business and wouldn't be there this week. And Zane came to me first to tell me to take the day off. Now were I the newest guy then I would have seen it coming. But I was definitely two of the other guys senior at the warehouse. So what he was basically saying was that he would rather have any of those other guys than he'd want me there. Or, in simpler terms, he likes me least. So now I've got him on my back too.
So now the only ones who like me at the warehouse are the women, and Bob. Bob isn't around, so he can't do me much good. But it made happy the other day when the women said they were going to miss me. Bob won't miss me, he probably doesn't have much faith in me either. But whatever. I only have to go two more days and then I'm done with that shitty job. Consider this the last warehouse job I ever have. And also consider me officially looking for a summer job in Rock Hill immediately following Christmas...
The only other notable thing I've been doing is talking to Catherine Hunsinger a lot while she goes through recovery from her wisdom tooth surgery. She is quite a fun person to talk to, and it kind of makes me wish the rest of my friends could get to know her enough to see that she is more than the cold hearted bitch most of the guys think she is. I'm not saying she isn't a bit of a bitch, but there is more to her than that, which I am learning the more and more I talk to her. It's nice to see she's opening up to me a little.
Aaaaaaand that's all. Captain, OUT!
In health news, my back has been a real bitch lately. It seems like it'll hurt at random times whenever I put wait on my left leg, and it makes moving really painful too. I don't know what triggers it, but it sucks when it kicks in at work.
Speaking of work, my fears were confirmed. See, I figured for a while that all my co-workers hated me. But none of them had done anything to confirm this, so I just figured I was being really really paranoid. But lately they've been far colder than they ever have, and the most volatile one, simply named T, has started coming after me a lot and refuses to work with me. Not only that, but the bosses hate me too. Today I got into work earlier than usual, and I stood around for a little while waiting for the first truck to pull around. So I'm sitting there watching it turn when Zane, the second-in-command at the plant, comes up to me and tells me two trucks had cancelled, so I should take the day off. Now Zane and I have had a few scuffles while I've been there, mainly because he's a huge fucking redneck who doesn't open his damn mouth when he speaks. Because of this, I can hardly understand a word that comes outta his billy goat mouth. And that often leads to miscommunication, and him yelling at me. One time he asked me if I understood english, and I swear I wanted to go off on him. Anyway, Zane was in charge because the head guy, Bob, was sent to California on business and wouldn't be there this week. And Zane came to me first to tell me to take the day off. Now were I the newest guy then I would have seen it coming. But I was definitely two of the other guys senior at the warehouse. So what he was basically saying was that he would rather have any of those other guys than he'd want me there. Or, in simpler terms, he likes me least. So now I've got him on my back too.
So now the only ones who like me at the warehouse are the women, and Bob. Bob isn't around, so he can't do me much good. But it made happy the other day when the women said they were going to miss me. Bob won't miss me, he probably doesn't have much faith in me either. But whatever. I only have to go two more days and then I'm done with that shitty job. Consider this the last warehouse job I ever have. And also consider me officially looking for a summer job in Rock Hill immediately following Christmas...
The only other notable thing I've been doing is talking to Catherine Hunsinger a lot while she goes through recovery from her wisdom tooth surgery. She is quite a fun person to talk to, and it kind of makes me wish the rest of my friends could get to know her enough to see that she is more than the cold hearted bitch most of the guys think she is. I'm not saying she isn't a bit of a bitch, but there is more to her than that, which I am learning the more and more I talk to her. It's nice to see she's opening up to me a little.
Aaaaaaand that's all. Captain, OUT!