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Apr. 23rd, 2009
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Apr. 23rd, 2009 04:41 amMerchandising girl was busy being a hag to me because the higher ups have been riding her ass for some reason. Why this is, I don't know.
I got stuck on shift with J, an elderly woman who's doddering, and talks incessantly to herself in a running monologue. Augh. And next week I get to do a sudden Day shift 10-6 after evening and graveyard, because now we want to throw raincheck on evening in hopes she'll learn her damn job.
I hate to be the asshole here but good fucking god the people they've hired...
The problem is, the store manager can't fucking HIRE people, or give the OK on hiring, and then does random fucking BS like pick on people, and then the effect trickles downward. Then we have the doddering senile or the plain missing a chromosome, and a handful of us who could possibly pass for normal, and one or two who are even more socially awkward or useless.....
Truly, a zoo.
and I had to vent, a bit because Merchandiser was truly hideous to me, despite my trying to HELP, please, tell me what I can do, all the while I'm coming in non stop doubles and hearing everyone else rag on "students". I didn't take my shit mood out on anyone else.
I got stuck on shift with J, an elderly woman who's doddering, and talks incessantly to herself in a running monologue. Augh. And next week I get to do a sudden Day shift 10-6 after evening and graveyard, because now we want to throw raincheck on evening in hopes she'll learn her damn job.
I hate to be the asshole here but good fucking god the people they've hired...
The problem is, the store manager can't fucking HIRE people, or give the OK on hiring, and then does random fucking BS like pick on people, and then the effect trickles downward. Then we have the doddering senile or the plain missing a chromosome, and a handful of us who could possibly pass for normal, and one or two who are even more socially awkward or useless.....
Truly, a zoo.
and I had to vent, a bit because Merchandiser was truly hideous to me, despite my trying to HELP, please, tell me what I can do, all the while I'm coming in non stop doubles and hearing everyone else rag on "students". I didn't take my shit mood out on anyone else.
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Apr. 23rd, 2009 04:41 amMerchandising girl was busy being a hag to me because the higher ups have been riding her ass for some reason. Why this is, I don't know.
I got stuck on shift with J, an elderly woman who's doddering, and talks incessantly to herself in a running monologue. Augh. And next week I get to do a sudden Day shift 10-6 after evening and graveyard, because now we want to throw raincheck on evening in hopes she'll learn her damn job.
I hate to be the asshole here but good fucking god the people they've hired...
The problem is, the store manager can't fucking HIRE people, or give the OK on hiring, and then does random fucking BS like pick on people, and then the effect trickles downward. Then we have the doddering senile or the plain missing a chromosome, and a handful of us who could possibly pass for normal, and one or two who are even more socially awkward or useless.....
Truly, a zoo.
and I had to vent, a bit because Merchandiser was truly hideous to me, despite my trying to HELP, please, tell me what I can do, all the while I'm coming in non stop doubles and hearing everyone else rag on "students". I didn't take my shit mood out on anyone else.
I got stuck on shift with J, an elderly woman who's doddering, and talks incessantly to herself in a running monologue. Augh. And next week I get to do a sudden Day shift 10-6 after evening and graveyard, because now we want to throw raincheck on evening in hopes she'll learn her damn job.
I hate to be the asshole here but good fucking god the people they've hired...
The problem is, the store manager can't fucking HIRE people, or give the OK on hiring, and then does random fucking BS like pick on people, and then the effect trickles downward. Then we have the doddering senile or the plain missing a chromosome, and a handful of us who could possibly pass for normal, and one or two who are even more socially awkward or useless.....
Truly, a zoo.
and I had to vent, a bit because Merchandiser was truly hideous to me, despite my trying to HELP, please, tell me what I can do, all the while I'm coming in non stop doubles and hearing everyone else rag on "students". I didn't take my shit mood out on anyone else.
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Apr. 23rd, 2009 05:00 amThe cherry on the shit cake of work today was the woman who bitched MIGHTILY, loudly, about how Inconvienient the pharmacy on the second floor is. See, they wanted to make a larger store, but we have finite space, and groceries in this city are a high theft item. Ok, every thing is if the business is doing well, people feel they're fucking well entitled to steal from a local business that hires 60 of these fucking fools.
So she bitched and gritched and moaned. We have an elevator. A shiny, new, glossy elevator so it's not a significant trek across the himalayas to reach our pharmacy. We couldnt mow down another store to take up more space. This is the hand dealt the place in halifax where you cannot put new buildings in without massive stink.
So she goes off bitching. And moaning. And demanding. After a while I just started to not give a fuck. Then she had lotto. Oh god. A lotto-crab. She hands me three slips like they're the arc of the covenant or some treasured relic documents and I feed em in the machine which spits out a ticket. Or not, because it's not filled in right. I try to ask her for clarification, as we can correct it on screen.
Bitch bitch bitch says the bitch.
I finally return the un scanned tickets and she huffs! "well, of course it won't read, it got wet! i'll re do it for you!" lady. YOU HANDED ME THE FUCKING SCAN SLIP, YOU STUPID DISHRAG OF A WOMAN. WHY hand me a mucked up scan slip? WHY?
She groused some more and I finally snapped "I'm doing your tickets, please show some patience".
I swear to fucking gods, people here are the worst for manners in any city I've ever been in. Might be our slightly skewed geriatric demographic but a good lot of them need to be beaten with their own cane.
Why are old people so fucking grumpy about lotto? what is UP with that?
I try to be nice, polite, helpful and I just get kicked in the teeth by some fucking oldster who needs to be tied to a wheelchair in a hall of some shady nursing home and left for a while. Cripes.
So she bitched and gritched and moaned. We have an elevator. A shiny, new, glossy elevator so it's not a significant trek across the himalayas to reach our pharmacy. We couldnt mow down another store to take up more space. This is the hand dealt the place in halifax where you cannot put new buildings in without massive stink.
So she goes off bitching. And moaning. And demanding. After a while I just started to not give a fuck. Then she had lotto. Oh god. A lotto-crab. She hands me three slips like they're the arc of the covenant or some treasured relic documents and I feed em in the machine which spits out a ticket. Or not, because it's not filled in right. I try to ask her for clarification, as we can correct it on screen.
Bitch bitch bitch says the bitch.
I finally return the un scanned tickets and she huffs! "well, of course it won't read, it got wet! i'll re do it for you!" lady. YOU HANDED ME THE FUCKING SCAN SLIP, YOU STUPID DISHRAG OF A WOMAN. WHY hand me a mucked up scan slip? WHY?
She groused some more and I finally snapped "I'm doing your tickets, please show some patience".
I swear to fucking gods, people here are the worst for manners in any city I've ever been in. Might be our slightly skewed geriatric demographic but a good lot of them need to be beaten with their own cane.
Why are old people so fucking grumpy about lotto? what is UP with that?
I try to be nice, polite, helpful and I just get kicked in the teeth by some fucking oldster who needs to be tied to a wheelchair in a hall of some shady nursing home and left for a while. Cripes.
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Apr. 23rd, 2009 05:00 amThe cherry on the shit cake of work today was the woman who bitched MIGHTILY, loudly, about how Inconvienient the pharmacy on the second floor is. See, they wanted to make a larger store, but we have finite space, and groceries in this city are a high theft item. Ok, every thing is if the business is doing well, people feel they're fucking well entitled to steal from a local business that hires 60 of these fucking fools.
So she bitched and gritched and moaned. We have an elevator. A shiny, new, glossy elevator so it's not a significant trek across the himalayas to reach our pharmacy. We couldnt mow down another store to take up more space. This is the hand dealt the place in halifax where you cannot put new buildings in without massive stink.
So she goes off bitching. And moaning. And demanding. After a while I just started to not give a fuck. Then she had lotto. Oh god. A lotto-crab. She hands me three slips like they're the arc of the covenant or some treasured relic documents and I feed em in the machine which spits out a ticket. Or not, because it's not filled in right. I try to ask her for clarification, as we can correct it on screen.
Bitch bitch bitch says the bitch.
I finally return the un scanned tickets and she huffs! "well, of course it won't read, it got wet! i'll re do it for you!" lady. YOU HANDED ME THE FUCKING SCAN SLIP, YOU STUPID DISHRAG OF A WOMAN. WHY hand me a mucked up scan slip? WHY?
She groused some more and I finally snapped "I'm doing your tickets, please show some patience".
I swear to fucking gods, people here are the worst for manners in any city I've ever been in. Might be our slightly skewed geriatric demographic but a good lot of them need to be beaten with their own cane.
Why are old people so fucking grumpy about lotto? what is UP with that?
I try to be nice, polite, helpful and I just get kicked in the teeth by some fucking oldster who needs to be tied to a wheelchair in a hall of some shady nursing home and left for a while. Cripes.
So she bitched and gritched and moaned. We have an elevator. A shiny, new, glossy elevator so it's not a significant trek across the himalayas to reach our pharmacy. We couldnt mow down another store to take up more space. This is the hand dealt the place in halifax where you cannot put new buildings in without massive stink.
So she goes off bitching. And moaning. And demanding. After a while I just started to not give a fuck. Then she had lotto. Oh god. A lotto-crab. She hands me three slips like they're the arc of the covenant or some treasured relic documents and I feed em in the machine which spits out a ticket. Or not, because it's not filled in right. I try to ask her for clarification, as we can correct it on screen.
Bitch bitch bitch says the bitch.
I finally return the un scanned tickets and she huffs! "well, of course it won't read, it got wet! i'll re do it for you!" lady. YOU HANDED ME THE FUCKING SCAN SLIP, YOU STUPID DISHRAG OF A WOMAN. WHY hand me a mucked up scan slip? WHY?
She groused some more and I finally snapped "I'm doing your tickets, please show some patience".
I swear to fucking gods, people here are the worst for manners in any city I've ever been in. Might be our slightly skewed geriatric demographic but a good lot of them need to be beaten with their own cane.
Why are old people so fucking grumpy about lotto? what is UP with that?
I try to be nice, polite, helpful and I just get kicked in the teeth by some fucking oldster who needs to be tied to a wheelchair in a hall of some shady nursing home and left for a while. Cripes.
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Apr. 23rd, 2009 07:52 amI think the tenative plan for my degree continuation is once in TO, start some math and chem upgrading that didn't really happen here as I'd hoped ( a lack of actual resources and a crazy math teacher.)
I did ok in intro chem until I got to some of the math.
Start picking away at more biology and electives.
And I'm sort of eyeing the one year jewelry arts program at George Brown college, because that's definitely something I want to continue in. ( hey can I have my own wee jewelery shop in one of the arcades in cardiff? frankly, it sounds like my idea of a perfect life).
Anyway. Today I have an appt with an oral surgeon at 9, to plan the removal of the rest of evil tooth number 2. that leaves the third to contend with. Evil tooth 2 hasn't healed over right, and won't till those old roots are removed. Oh, the fun it never ends.
Got about an hour of sleep. My sleep schedule is SO spanked from work. Today and tomorrow, study like a demon, and then write evo exam, a course which I possess some measure of possibility of passing.
Sneezed all night. I don't know what's going on. Anyway. No point in sleeping now, since it's almost 8 and my appt is at 9 ( and about a 15 min walk. I don't anticipate it taking a long time.
I was trying to buy an EL painting and expected someone was to order a hacky this week and they haven't, and it's left me in a stupid position. arg.
I did ok in intro chem until I got to some of the math.
Start picking away at more biology and electives.
And I'm sort of eyeing the one year jewelry arts program at George Brown college, because that's definitely something I want to continue in. ( hey can I have my own wee jewelery shop in one of the arcades in cardiff? frankly, it sounds like my idea of a perfect life).
Anyway. Today I have an appt with an oral surgeon at 9, to plan the removal of the rest of evil tooth number 2. that leaves the third to contend with. Evil tooth 2 hasn't healed over right, and won't till those old roots are removed. Oh, the fun it never ends.
Got about an hour of sleep. My sleep schedule is SO spanked from work. Today and tomorrow, study like a demon, and then write evo exam, a course which I possess some measure of possibility of passing.
Sneezed all night. I don't know what's going on. Anyway. No point in sleeping now, since it's almost 8 and my appt is at 9 ( and about a 15 min walk. I don't anticipate it taking a long time.
I was trying to buy an EL painting and expected someone was to order a hacky this week and they haven't, and it's left me in a stupid position. arg.
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Apr. 23rd, 2009 07:52 amI think the tenative plan for my degree continuation is once in TO, start some math and chem upgrading that didn't really happen here as I'd hoped ( a lack of actual resources and a crazy math teacher.)
I did ok in intro chem until I got to some of the math.
Start picking away at more biology and electives.
And I'm sort of eyeing the one year jewelry arts program at George Brown college, because that's definitely something I want to continue in. ( hey can I have my own wee jewelery shop in one of the arcades in cardiff? frankly, it sounds like my idea of a perfect life).
Anyway. Today I have an appt with an oral surgeon at 9, to plan the removal of the rest of evil tooth number 2. that leaves the third to contend with. Evil tooth 2 hasn't healed over right, and won't till those old roots are removed. Oh, the fun it never ends.
Got about an hour of sleep. My sleep schedule is SO spanked from work. Today and tomorrow, study like a demon, and then write evo exam, a course which I possess some measure of possibility of passing.
Sneezed all night. I don't know what's going on. Anyway. No point in sleeping now, since it's almost 8 and my appt is at 9 ( and about a 15 min walk. I don't anticipate it taking a long time.
I was trying to buy an EL painting and expected someone was to order a hacky this week and they haven't, and it's left me in a stupid position. arg.
I did ok in intro chem until I got to some of the math.
Start picking away at more biology and electives.
And I'm sort of eyeing the one year jewelry arts program at George Brown college, because that's definitely something I want to continue in. ( hey can I have my own wee jewelery shop in one of the arcades in cardiff? frankly, it sounds like my idea of a perfect life).
Anyway. Today I have an appt with an oral surgeon at 9, to plan the removal of the rest of evil tooth number 2. that leaves the third to contend with. Evil tooth 2 hasn't healed over right, and won't till those old roots are removed. Oh, the fun it never ends.
Got about an hour of sleep. My sleep schedule is SO spanked from work. Today and tomorrow, study like a demon, and then write evo exam, a course which I possess some measure of possibility of passing.
Sneezed all night. I don't know what's going on. Anyway. No point in sleeping now, since it's almost 8 and my appt is at 9 ( and about a 15 min walk. I don't anticipate it taking a long time.
I was trying to buy an EL painting and expected someone was to order a hacky this week and they haven't, and it's left me in a stupid position. arg.
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Apr. 23rd, 2009 05:04 pmWent to see the oral surgeon, and he's fairly sure he can do the work without much complication.
His receptionist was sort of "interrogatey' and fired off questions rapid fire at me. It was rather annoying. I have serious Dental anxiety and her brusque manner did not sit well with my ansty self.
Seriously crashed, and now gotta walk dog, find foods and review for evolution final.
His receptionist was sort of "interrogatey' and fired off questions rapid fire at me. It was rather annoying. I have serious Dental anxiety and her brusque manner did not sit well with my ansty self.
Seriously crashed, and now gotta walk dog, find foods and review for evolution final.
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Apr. 23rd, 2009 05:04 pmWent to see the oral surgeon, and he's fairly sure he can do the work without much complication.
His receptionist was sort of "interrogatey' and fired off questions rapid fire at me. It was rather annoying. I have serious Dental anxiety and her brusque manner did not sit well with my ansty self.
Seriously crashed, and now gotta walk dog, find foods and review for evolution final.
His receptionist was sort of "interrogatey' and fired off questions rapid fire at me. It was rather annoying. I have serious Dental anxiety and her brusque manner did not sit well with my ansty self.
Seriously crashed, and now gotta walk dog, find foods and review for evolution final.