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My sentiments exactly, Michelle.
Today was just so, suck-tastic. I talked with my mom on the phone, her health is fading fast. Stress at work is building up, they no longer care about the employees or the residents, she no longer cares about her job. She quietly does her job and they still call her, "A dissenter" and "Insubordinate".
This week she found out her body is forming spinal stenosis which can cause numbness along with aches & pains the back. Either she's going to have to increase the meds she takes daily, or get her spine compressed through a very painful, very long-to-recover, surgery. On top of her lupus she's not doing too well.
After arriving at work, I realized that Marsha was on rampage-stompy mode. She had assigned me to do.. everything. One-hour. Put CD's away (like 150 of them). Cashier. Troll around and help people. Ticket-master. I have absolutely no problem doing everything, as long as everyone else that's in the department is also doing something.
Andrew was at lunch. Michael wasn't clocked in yet, and Roxanne was organizing some DVDs and taking out the old plastic dividers we were using up until recently. Marsha & Jesse were re-counting the stock rooms, even after they'd been counted & signed off. Fucking inventory. Fucking managers. Fuck.
So today was tough, as I had to run back & forth from the Noritsu machine to the cash registers, only to get behind on my photo orders and get talked to by Marsha. She asked me if I couldn't handle it, made me feel like total crap.
I talked with her about the construction work my parents wanted me to help them with over the next year.. well spring & summer. When I started I had told her, "My parents are building a house; they want me to do all of their brick & cement work for lots of money. I'm going to do it whether or not I'm working here, so I will need that time off." Hell yeah I'm going to work for 4 days and come home with $800 cash. Hell yeah I'm going to do something I like doing around people I've grown to love again. Hell yeah!
She said, "Well I don't know. It's our busiest time of year." which is a total lie, it's not like I'm asking for 4 weeks off in December. Then I brought up the topic of school, and how I wanted to have set days off for school & homework. How I only want to be at 32 hours MAX per week, how I just can't handle a full 40 in that department. I also got into how I don't like the closing shifts followed by an opening shift, with only 8 or 9 hours inbetween. I said I didn't like that Fred Meyer was becoming my entire existence.
She said, "Some times things like that just happen, and you learn to deal with them."
What the fuck is that supposed to mean! These things don't just happen, you're making them happen and you're making them difficult because you're like Napoleon! Little and cruel, the little emperor that could!
Aaaagh!
So, I ended up applying for the Food Price Changer position that just opened up like, this afternoon. I sent a note to Randy in Food telling him of my interest and grabbed an internal application. It would be a guaranteed, set schedule. One where I'd have guaranteed, set days off and guaranteed, set hours work. I could go to school with no worries about when I'd be able to do homework. I'd have a calm, ordered, yet busy life.
Just what I've wanted! Time occupancy.
It continued with the badness, and then I came home and saw the pup. She ate some peanut butter off a spoon and was content, briefly, before the maulings recommenced.
I just want to wake back up and re-do this day. Call in sick, call in dead. Call in apathetic.
Today was just so, suck-tastic. I talked with my mom on the phone, her health is fading fast. Stress at work is building up, they no longer care about the employees or the residents, she no longer cares about her job. She quietly does her job and they still call her, "A dissenter" and "Insubordinate".
This week she found out her body is forming spinal stenosis which can cause numbness along with aches & pains the back. Either she's going to have to increase the meds she takes daily, or get her spine compressed through a very painful, very long-to-recover, surgery. On top of her lupus she's not doing too well.
After arriving at work, I realized that Marsha was on rampage-stompy mode. She had assigned me to do.. everything. One-hour. Put CD's away (like 150 of them). Cashier. Troll around and help people. Ticket-master. I have absolutely no problem doing everything, as long as everyone else that's in the department is also doing something.
Andrew was at lunch. Michael wasn't clocked in yet, and Roxanne was organizing some DVDs and taking out the old plastic dividers we were using up until recently. Marsha & Jesse were re-counting the stock rooms, even after they'd been counted & signed off. Fucking inventory. Fucking managers. Fuck.
So today was tough, as I had to run back & forth from the Noritsu machine to the cash registers, only to get behind on my photo orders and get talked to by Marsha. She asked me if I couldn't handle it, made me feel like total crap.
I talked with her about the construction work my parents wanted me to help them with over the next year.. well spring & summer. When I started I had told her, "My parents are building a house; they want me to do all of their brick & cement work for lots of money. I'm going to do it whether or not I'm working here, so I will need that time off." Hell yeah I'm going to work for 4 days and come home with $800 cash. Hell yeah I'm going to do something I like doing around people I've grown to love again. Hell yeah!
She said, "Well I don't know. It's our busiest time of year." which is a total lie, it's not like I'm asking for 4 weeks off in December. Then I brought up the topic of school, and how I wanted to have set days off for school & homework. How I only want to be at 32 hours MAX per week, how I just can't handle a full 40 in that department. I also got into how I don't like the closing shifts followed by an opening shift, with only 8 or 9 hours inbetween. I said I didn't like that Fred Meyer was becoming my entire existence.
She said, "Some times things like that just happen, and you learn to deal with them."
What the fuck is that supposed to mean! These things don't just happen, you're making them happen and you're making them difficult because you're like Napoleon! Little and cruel, the little emperor that could!
Aaaagh!
So, I ended up applying for the Food Price Changer position that just opened up like, this afternoon. I sent a note to Randy in Food telling him of my interest and grabbed an internal application. It would be a guaranteed, set schedule. One where I'd have guaranteed, set days off and guaranteed, set hours work. I could go to school with no worries about when I'd be able to do homework. I'd have a calm, ordered, yet busy life.
Just what I've wanted! Time occupancy.
It continued with the badness, and then I came home and saw the pup. She ate some peanut butter off a spoon and was content, briefly, before the maulings recommenced.
I just want to wake back up and re-do this day. Call in sick, call in dead. Call in apathetic.