JadedLegend3
12-14-2003, 06:03 PM
I am in a severely bad mood!!! :pissed:
I worked in the mall today, and as if that wasn't bad enough, this orchestra came along and set up shop right outside our store and started blaring the Christmas music (and as most of you know, I can't stand Christmas music except on Christmas), which put me in a bad mood. But, once they left, about an hour later, I was good.
Then, this girl that I know who I used to work with at another job, works with me at this job, too. Well, she and I never got along at the first job we worked at together, but now she thinks we're best friends and that we have always been best friends. That's fine, I'm not mad at her or anything, we were in high school the first time around, and I give people way too many second chances. So she starts with her usual b****ing and moaning about how poor she is (and then goes and buys $100 watch), complains about being fat (while eating a Blizzard from Dairy Queen), how much she hates everything (pretty much what I'm doing now, LOL), and then she generally makes a big deal out of nothing all of the time. That just pisses me off. And it put the two other people there in a bad mood. Grrr.
Plus, two of the people who were supposed to be there "forgot" they had a band concert today and called out on Friday. So we were two people short, b/c everyone else was already maxxed out on hours, or honestly couldn't work.
So then, on the way home I stop at Walmart to get tapes for taping Farscape, since I ran out. These idiots who built this shopping center in May built it on a sinkhole. Who does these things? Because of this, all of the roads and parking lots have like, 3 feet deep holes that just randomly appear. So I bottomed out a few times in my car. But, no real harm done.
OH! And it snowed this morning, and somehow both the state and the township forget that my town exists, and there was not even any salt down on the roads, let alone a plow!
So I finally get home, go up to my room to change, and discover that my charming, darling, angel cats have knocked over the crystal vase with my roses in it that my mom had given me for finals week, and had chewed them up. The water naturally fell on my friend's outfit that I had borrowed and it's dry clean only.
Not only did these lovely felines do all that, but since they ate the roses, they proceeded to throw up all over my room.
My parents claim not to have heard a 5 pound vase come crashing to the ground. My dad was probably asleep, since he's on the graveyard shift this week. My mother was most likely too lazy to get up off her fat a$$ from in front of the television to notice.
Then! I decide to make dinner, and when I open the cabinets, everything comes crashing out at me. Frelling cabinets.
So now I'm making dinner, and the phone rings. It's my boss from the mall, calling to give me my schedule for this week (That's right, when I left today, I didn't know what I was working tomorrow). Well, I've 38 hours at the mall, and 12 at my other job. That's a 50 hour week, folks. Which pisses me off to no end. But, they need the help at the mall, and the other job pays really well, and I'm the boss there so I have to go.
As I'm cooking, I remember that today is one of my employees birthday's, and I promised to make him a cake for tomorrow. But I work from 11-5 tomorrow, and go straight from there to the other job where I'll see him. Which means I have to bake the cake tonight, and leave it sit in my car all day tomorrow (if I take it in the mall, the people I work with will eat it anyway, even if I tell them not to).
Grrr. Sorry about that. I just needed to get that out. Thanks for listening...erm...reading.
Jacqui :love:
I worked in the mall today, and as if that wasn't bad enough, this orchestra came along and set up shop right outside our store and started blaring the Christmas music (and as most of you know, I can't stand Christmas music except on Christmas), which put me in a bad mood. But, once they left, about an hour later, I was good.
Then, this girl that I know who I used to work with at another job, works with me at this job, too. Well, she and I never got along at the first job we worked at together, but now she thinks we're best friends and that we have always been best friends. That's fine, I'm not mad at her or anything, we were in high school the first time around, and I give people way too many second chances. So she starts with her usual b****ing and moaning about how poor she is (and then goes and buys $100 watch), complains about being fat (while eating a Blizzard from Dairy Queen), how much she hates everything (pretty much what I'm doing now, LOL), and then she generally makes a big deal out of nothing all of the time. That just pisses me off. And it put the two other people there in a bad mood. Grrr.
Plus, two of the people who were supposed to be there "forgot" they had a band concert today and called out on Friday. So we were two people short, b/c everyone else was already maxxed out on hours, or honestly couldn't work.
So then, on the way home I stop at Walmart to get tapes for taping Farscape, since I ran out. These idiots who built this shopping center in May built it on a sinkhole. Who does these things? Because of this, all of the roads and parking lots have like, 3 feet deep holes that just randomly appear. So I bottomed out a few times in my car. But, no real harm done.
OH! And it snowed this morning, and somehow both the state and the township forget that my town exists, and there was not even any salt down on the roads, let alone a plow!
So I finally get home, go up to my room to change, and discover that my charming, darling, angel cats have knocked over the crystal vase with my roses in it that my mom had given me for finals week, and had chewed them up. The water naturally fell on my friend's outfit that I had borrowed and it's dry clean only.
Not only did these lovely felines do all that, but since they ate the roses, they proceeded to throw up all over my room.
My parents claim not to have heard a 5 pound vase come crashing to the ground. My dad was probably asleep, since he's on the graveyard shift this week. My mother was most likely too lazy to get up off her fat a$$ from in front of the television to notice.
Then! I decide to make dinner, and when I open the cabinets, everything comes crashing out at me. Frelling cabinets.
So now I'm making dinner, and the phone rings. It's my boss from the mall, calling to give me my schedule for this week (That's right, when I left today, I didn't know what I was working tomorrow). Well, I've 38 hours at the mall, and 12 at my other job. That's a 50 hour week, folks. Which pisses me off to no end. But, they need the help at the mall, and the other job pays really well, and I'm the boss there so I have to go.
As I'm cooking, I remember that today is one of my employees birthday's, and I promised to make him a cake for tomorrow. But I work from 11-5 tomorrow, and go straight from there to the other job where I'll see him. Which means I have to bake the cake tonight, and leave it sit in my car all day tomorrow (if I take it in the mall, the people I work with will eat it anyway, even if I tell them not to).
Grrr. Sorry about that. I just needed to get that out. Thanks for listening...erm...reading.
Jacqui :love: