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March 2nd, 2008

wild_dreamer: (Crashed PC)
Sunday, March 2nd, 2008 08:22 pm
Well today went much better. Also, I was right about part of why yesterday sucked so fantastically much. =D

Guess what time it is!

Oh yeah. I hate my body sometimes. Dx

On the bright side of things:

As I said, today went better. I had a smoothie with so much added YUM in it that I could practically chew the protein powder. xD I had this other powder stuff in it too, and YUMMM. All my vitamins and minerals, yay! (No seriously, I love the taste of that smoothie mix stuff.)

I scrubbed and scrubbed and cleeeeaaaaaannnnned today at work, too. Even though you couldn't really tell from a quick look, but I did a lot. D< And I feel totally underappreciated for it.

Cause my supervisor asked me to do something specific, and I got caught up with a handful of customers in the HOUR between her asking me to do it, and her coming down to get my drawer and take it away... So I had done not much more than pull the freezer out from the wall and pick up the trash from behind it.

So I told her I was gonna go ahead and scrub it down, and the wall, and mop back there, while I had it pulled out. And then I would finish closing duties, and come upstairs.

Forty-five minutes later when I'm done cleaning the FUCKING GROSSSSSS space behind the freezer, putting the freezer back, knocking something behind it and having to pull it out -again- to fetch it, sweeping and mopping the rest of the floor, counting the cups, so on and so forth...

She tells me "it doesn't take forty-five minutes to close" when I get upstairs.

And then proceeds to tell me I could have been doing that cleaning earlier, during my free time... when I'd been doing other scrubbing, by the way. And BEFORE she'd asked me to do that particular thing.

I'm fucking tired of retail and foodservice. And managers.


I think I've figured out what I honestly want to do with my life. I want to work the same sort of job Grandma used to work. Something factory, something where it's all habit and muscle memory and I don't have to -think- about it, and something where I don't have to DEAL WITH FUCKING STUPID CUSTOMERS! D<

So that's my rant for this evening. ♥ to you all, and I'm gonna go grab a shower and hope my hair dries fast.

I feel gross after work. Lots of sweaty, icky work. Plus, work tomorrow is EARLY and I need a shower anyways.

LOVE! Lots of love! Ja matta ne~!