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yesterday brought news that my beloved car has not been totaled, and in fact is estimated to be back in my possession by the 30th. i was caught a bit off guard due to the pleasant nature of the woman i spoke to, especially after my last adventures with body shops. i refer you back to my journal circa august - october 2008. these people actually seemed to know their shit, unlike the last place that seemed surprised that my car was even in their lot - no one had seen it come, it had just appeared according to one the the begreased ratchetmen. henry does have a mystical air about him i suppose. maybe its all the día de los muertos decorations or the dethklok sticker. or maybe because he looks like a giant toaster. the jury is still out on that.
oddly enough mere days before henry's savage near-demise i had the tires rotated and found out that the last body shop had performed a less than reprehensible job on the alignment, and that the tires had been worn accordingly. i can't help but think that the act of rotating the chewed tires to the back of the car aided in joey losing control of my usually winter-stable vehicle. i keep thinking to myself that it should have been me driving. i was sick, am still sick as a matter of fact, and didn't want to wake up at 5am to drive to mansfield, so i told joey to just take my car so i could get in a few hours sleep before he and nik got home because we were supposed to make cookies. i ended up making cookies later in the week to cheer up a friend instead.
yesterday also brought news of a new president. some guy named hussein something i think. just kidding, don't hit me - i'm fragile ::looks nervously at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anmorata::. i happened to catch that, as well as the chief justice roberts chewing up and spitting out the oath of office. i imagine i would probably have put my foot in my mouth too in front of 1,000,000+ people as well as the rest of the nation watching or listening at home. actually, knowing me, i'd go to let out a silent fart and end up with a full-on butterfly butt-flapper thoroughly mic'd and broadcast. that's right, it's that kind of party up in this bitch.
keeping with the absurd:
can you tell i'm up with insomnia yet? that and my GERD has been getting really bad so laying down is not fun.
work is all the fun i can handle ::half-assed non-convincing smile::. i do feel fortunate to have a job, especially a job that i would probably have to murder someone or poop on the floor to get fired from. there's just too much drama for my taste right now. the girl that fucked me over saturday got her hours cut by the bossman. she flipped out on him for it and he simply told her that since she gives away the hours he *does* give her or just doesn't show up that he just cut out the middle man and gave all the hours to the people who end up with them anyways, which is me and a cashier named ashley whom i've been growing close with. this brought about an interesting night of sideways glares and blatant disregard for my orders. i reported these acts (well, the disregard for orders since they came directly from bossamn, the glares were purely trivial catty bullshit that would have just made me look like a tattle-tale little sister) to bossman today and retributive action is being taken, or so i'm told.
okay, it's like this. bossman tells anyone who is hired on that i am his eyes, his ears and his voice. he tells everyone that he trusts me to make the correct decisions, to act with a level head and to accomplish what he asks to be done. i'm okay with this, but i do realize that the act of reciting this (i shit you not, it's almost verbatim) presents me as an asshole manager that runs to bossman when anyone steps on my toes. this is not the case, however. i let a great deal of bullshit fly because frankly i don't agree with some of the rules and policies of the company. for instance, no food or drink on the floor. okay, i have one manager who is on blood pressure medication that dehydrates the fuck out of her, myself who takes a veritable pharmacopia daily, most of which dries me out like a depression era vagina and a cashier with diabetes. i'm not going to tell a girl who's blood sugar is crashing that she can't have any food to keep her from passing out or flipping out on customers. i understand that they don't want us walking around drinking soda and eating chips on the floor because it does look very unprofessional (cuz you know, clerks are a classy breed), but i think that keeping a drink - out of view of customers with the proof of purchase attached - is totally acceptable.
where the problems arose monday night was simple disregard and lack of respect. in my "pre-shift meeting" i briefed the girls on what was expected of them as well as the new rules i was laying down. i expressed that only one person may go on break at a time, and they need to check in and out with me. i also said, very pointedly and accented by bossman who happened to be in earshot, that my cellphone rule was simple - i see it, i take it and you'll get it back at the end of the shift. other than that it was just a bunch of procedural bullshit, like reminding them to check $20's $50's and $100's for counterfeit and things of that nature. nothing relevant to this rant.
okay, so teresa (manager that punks out on everyone) begins the day slamming shit around and glaring at me, knowing full well that i know the extent of the situation because bossman didn't really hide calling me over to talk to him when they were done with their spat. her bff is on register and the other girls are ::gasp:: doing their jobs. about mid shift teresa's bff switches off with one of the girls that was on the floor. shortly thereafter teresa leaves on break. teresa and bff are missing, thinking i wouldn't notice since i work my ass off. i noticed. when they returned, bff has her phone flipped out, sitting - yes SITTING - in the aisle that teresa is working in texting her little heart out. teresa catches me catching that and gives me a look like "go ahead and say something, i dare you." i calmly say "maybe you misheard me, but i said if i see your cell phone i'll take it" to which bff responds "oh, oops! ::giggle::"
now seriously, tell me that wasn't pointed at me to undermine and disrespect me. i rehashed this with bossman who gave me the green light to begin writing up people and submitting write-ups to him for people in a position equal to my own, subject to his approval. i will be as diplomatic as my brain will allow, but i will no longer be taking her shit silently. one of the pharmacists said that she must be a "flippin' idiot" to make an enemy of me and pat. i'm going to prove that sentiment to be true.
today is supposed to be my day off. god i hope it stays that way.
oddly enough mere days before henry's savage near-demise i had the tires rotated and found out that the last body shop had performed a less than reprehensible job on the alignment, and that the tires had been worn accordingly. i can't help but think that the act of rotating the chewed tires to the back of the car aided in joey losing control of my usually winter-stable vehicle. i keep thinking to myself that it should have been me driving. i was sick, am still sick as a matter of fact, and didn't want to wake up at 5am to drive to mansfield, so i told joey to just take my car so i could get in a few hours sleep before he and nik got home because we were supposed to make cookies. i ended up making cookies later in the week to cheer up a friend instead.
yesterday also brought news of a new president. some guy named hussein something i think. just kidding, don't hit me - i'm fragile ::looks nervously at
anmorata::. i happened to catch that, as well as the chief justice roberts chewing up and spitting out the oath of office. i imagine i would probably have put my foot in my mouth too in front of 1,000,000+ people as well as the rest of the nation watching or listening at home. actually, knowing me, i'd go to let out a silent fart and end up with a full-on butterfly butt-flapper thoroughly mic'd and broadcast. that's right, it's that kind of party up in this bitch.keeping with the absurd:
can you tell i'm up with insomnia yet? that and my GERD has been getting really bad so laying down is not fun.
work is all the fun i can handle ::half-assed non-convincing smile::. i do feel fortunate to have a job, especially a job that i would probably have to murder someone or poop on the floor to get fired from. there's just too much drama for my taste right now. the girl that fucked me over saturday got her hours cut by the bossman. she flipped out on him for it and he simply told her that since she gives away the hours he *does* give her or just doesn't show up that he just cut out the middle man and gave all the hours to the people who end up with them anyways, which is me and a cashier named ashley whom i've been growing close with. this brought about an interesting night of sideways glares and blatant disregard for my orders. i reported these acts (well, the disregard for orders since they came directly from bossamn, the glares were purely trivial catty bullshit that would have just made me look like a tattle-tale little sister) to bossman today and retributive action is being taken, or so i'm told.
okay, it's like this. bossman tells anyone who is hired on that i am his eyes, his ears and his voice. he tells everyone that he trusts me to make the correct decisions, to act with a level head and to accomplish what he asks to be done. i'm okay with this, but i do realize that the act of reciting this (i shit you not, it's almost verbatim) presents me as an asshole manager that runs to bossman when anyone steps on my toes. this is not the case, however. i let a great deal of bullshit fly because frankly i don't agree with some of the rules and policies of the company. for instance, no food or drink on the floor. okay, i have one manager who is on blood pressure medication that dehydrates the fuck out of her, myself who takes a veritable pharmacopia daily, most of which dries me out like a depression era vagina and a cashier with diabetes. i'm not going to tell a girl who's blood sugar is crashing that she can't have any food to keep her from passing out or flipping out on customers. i understand that they don't want us walking around drinking soda and eating chips on the floor because it does look very unprofessional (cuz you know, clerks are a classy breed), but i think that keeping a drink - out of view of customers with the proof of purchase attached - is totally acceptable.
where the problems arose monday night was simple disregard and lack of respect. in my "pre-shift meeting" i briefed the girls on what was expected of them as well as the new rules i was laying down. i expressed that only one person may go on break at a time, and they need to check in and out with me. i also said, very pointedly and accented by bossman who happened to be in earshot, that my cellphone rule was simple - i see it, i take it and you'll get it back at the end of the shift. other than that it was just a bunch of procedural bullshit, like reminding them to check $20's $50's and $100's for counterfeit and things of that nature. nothing relevant to this rant.
okay, so teresa (manager that punks out on everyone) begins the day slamming shit around and glaring at me, knowing full well that i know the extent of the situation because bossman didn't really hide calling me over to talk to him when they were done with their spat. her bff is on register and the other girls are ::gasp:: doing their jobs. about mid shift teresa's bff switches off with one of the girls that was on the floor. shortly thereafter teresa leaves on break. teresa and bff are missing, thinking i wouldn't notice since i work my ass off. i noticed. when they returned, bff has her phone flipped out, sitting - yes SITTING - in the aisle that teresa is working in texting her little heart out. teresa catches me catching that and gives me a look like "go ahead and say something, i dare you." i calmly say "maybe you misheard me, but i said if i see your cell phone i'll take it" to which bff responds "oh, oops! ::giggle::"
now seriously, tell me that wasn't pointed at me to undermine and disrespect me. i rehashed this with bossman who gave me the green light to begin writing up people and submitting write-ups to him for people in a position equal to my own, subject to his approval. i will be as diplomatic as my brain will allow, but i will no longer be taking her shit silently. one of the pharmacists said that she must be a "flippin' idiot" to make an enemy of me and pat. i'm going to prove that sentiment to be true.
today is supposed to be my day off. god i hope it stays that way.