Well, THIS is a fancy-schmancy pants way of screwing yuup two days of my life. According to Vic and Dani, I now have to show up to work FORTY-FIVE MINUTES EARLIER than everyone else just so I can answer the smoofin' phone.
Isn't that the biggest load of bullcrap ever? "Oh, Jink, since you come in RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL anyways, we want you in EARLIER!" Please, tell me, in what universe is this okay? I barely have time to breathe after school on Tuesdays and Fridays, and now I'm going to be there even earlier now! Shit, by the time anyone else shows up, everything's gonne be DONE already! But I'm planning on fighting fire with fire: starting the 23rd (THE DAY AFTER THE AWESOME NEW MCR CD COMES TO US!!) I plan on listening to my music for part of the day. I may get yelled at about it at first, but I'm not doing anything like this without fighting.
Speaking of fighting, well, do I have a half-doozy for you. I almost got sent home last week becuase Dani's daughter, A., was starting shit with me.
She tried it again this week:
HER: God, I'm hungry.
ME: Sounds like a personal problem, if you ask me. (she just came in five minutes later after all the work done, so that's why I was a little snappy.)
HER: Well, you have a lot of person problems. (this was her zinger)
ME: *apparent scoff* Wow, really, Cap'n Obvious?
I'd say it was funny, but I'm pretty pissed at everyone over there, so it was just annoying. Trust me, you'd be pretty pissed, too.
Alright, so I got my venting off of my chest. For the most part, anyways.
. . . . . God, anyone else notice I have a bit of a problem with commas and punctuation? I use it way too goddamn much.
~Jink
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