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my kitty stays near me, quite a lot lately. if i'm at the desk, she'll lay down next to the chair. if i'm on the couch, she'll want up. she sleeps on my chest when i lay her there.
i know i've been paranoid about it before.
i just hope it's because i'm rarely home during the week. i really do. i'd like to take her to florida with me, but i'm afraid.
i think i'm going to try to be able to afford to go to florida. i just wish my mom wouldn't charge me so much rent next year. i'll never get out of here.
and i'm finding a new job after my vacation on january. F* this shit. i hate my job. i sold the least amount today. don't ask me how. but i did. i'm not a fucking car salesman. i swear it. i'm also not brute enough to convince people they need a goddamned mp3 player. THEY PROBABLY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE IT!!!!!!!!! i had a man buy one today... only because he thinks it's what his daughter "needs". needs. that's a fucking joke.
things one needs to survive:
food
shelter
water
outhouse
cleaning supplies
medicine
transportation (in some cases, unnecessary)
employment to provide said necessities
you don't need to make $400,000/year because you can't live without Olga, your personal trainer/massuse.
however, if you got yourself there, from the ground up, i fully commend you. congratulations. here's your cookie. *cookie* and a sticker. *sticker*
the display of comraderie that two of my employees displayed yesterday was dispicable (sp?). one, after i had greeted the customer, greeted the same customer in the midst of my greeting. thus, customer went to them. what am i supposed to do? "hey! i saw him first!" and then proceed to smack the bitch down. no. homey don't play that game. i back down. that's how mah ex-step-daddeh tot me. eventually, i'd back down from his raised hand. my co-workers can thank him for that. for me not being able to stand up for myself in such situations.
i hate working on commission. because there are few that you'll work with that understand "i was helping them, initially" without you having to say it. those few are polite enough to ask "was anyone helping you?"
i like to think i'm one of those people. ryan is one of those people. emily is one of those people.
catrina and bill are not.
here's bill's fuck-up:
i was helping a customer find an mp3 player. they found said mp3 player. we discussed. they decided to buy it, but wanted to look around. they look around. i help emily put a display model into its rightful box for a customer. i turn around. bill's ringing up my customer. i feel like crying. however, i opt to have a bit of water from the fridge, instead. better the keep it in than out. i am curt towards bill the rest of the day, only speaking to lend him a cigarette. several occasions cause me to want to lash out at him. i keep it in a bottle in the pit of my stomach.
eventually, it all will come out. i just would like to know when. that way, i have a revolver ready. for i am sure that i will need it.
i know i've been paranoid about it before.
i just hope it's because i'm rarely home during the week. i really do. i'd like to take her to florida with me, but i'm afraid.
i think i'm going to try to be able to afford to go to florida. i just wish my mom wouldn't charge me so much rent next year. i'll never get out of here.
and i'm finding a new job after my vacation on january. F* this shit. i hate my job. i sold the least amount today. don't ask me how. but i did. i'm not a fucking car salesman. i swear it. i'm also not brute enough to convince people they need a goddamned mp3 player. THEY PROBABLY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE IT!!!!!!!!! i had a man buy one today... only because he thinks it's what his daughter "needs". needs. that's a fucking joke.
things one needs to survive:
food
shelter
water
outhouse
cleaning supplies
medicine
transportation (in some cases, unnecessary)
employment to provide said necessities
you don't need to make $400,000/year because you can't live without Olga, your personal trainer/massuse.
however, if you got yourself there, from the ground up, i fully commend you. congratulations. here's your cookie. *cookie* and a sticker. *sticker*
the display of comraderie that two of my employees displayed yesterday was dispicable (sp?). one, after i had greeted the customer, greeted the same customer in the midst of my greeting. thus, customer went to them. what am i supposed to do? "hey! i saw him first!" and then proceed to smack the bitch down. no. homey don't play that game. i back down. that's how mah ex-step-daddeh tot me. eventually, i'd back down from his raised hand. my co-workers can thank him for that. for me not being able to stand up for myself in such situations.
i hate working on commission. because there are few that you'll work with that understand "i was helping them, initially" without you having to say it. those few are polite enough to ask "was anyone helping you?"
i like to think i'm one of those people. ryan is one of those people. emily is one of those people.
catrina and bill are not.
here's bill's fuck-up:
i was helping a customer find an mp3 player. they found said mp3 player. we discussed. they decided to buy it, but wanted to look around. they look around. i help emily put a display model into its rightful box for a customer. i turn around. bill's ringing up my customer. i feel like crying. however, i opt to have a bit of water from the fridge, instead. better the keep it in than out. i am curt towards bill the rest of the day, only speaking to lend him a cigarette. several occasions cause me to want to lash out at him. i keep it in a bottle in the pit of my stomach.
eventually, it all will come out. i just would like to know when. that way, i have a revolver ready. for i am sure that i will need it.