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i quit
i was doing SO well at work. even with the shit that went on with William and the shit that endured behind closed customer service doors of the company, i was safe and comfy and happy in my job, working under Alen in inventory control- processing return and photo carts.
ever since this new boss DENNIS started working there, everything slowly turned to shit.
*I* became a problem child.
every idea or question *I* had, on how to do something to make the work easier and/or safer for all was met with 10000 and 3 reasons why it wouldn't work. all bullshit, mind you.
they pulled me out of my comfort zone. they extracted me from my happy place in order to help up a fucked situation. i did pretty well, helping Chris (my spunky little lesbian, vegan anorexic wicca friend) get caught up with the mountains of crap she had to endure on a daily basis. and then i had the confrontation i did last thursday with Mary.
i am not prejudice. but i *DO* hate stupidity and loud/disruptive people. no matter WHAT color you are!
so because i went and reported misconduct on this certain person, i have been branded a "nigger-hater".
i can deal with that. i am a big girl.
by all means, and as told to me by several unrelated friends and relatives, this woman should have been fired on the spot.
she wasn't.
she was treated as a first offender, cos apparently, the company didn't have an HR department till about 2 months ago.
i asked to talk to the guy, and he basically told me i was being sensitive and needed to let it go. she had been talked to about it; but unless she directly threatened my life, or they acquired a mile long paper trail of her offenses from this point on, she was still employed there.
i made up my mind then and there to work out this last month, hit my 1 year mark on the 29th and then take my paid vacation for the first week of June. i'd come back for the following week, ONLY so Chris would have an adequate stand-in for her vacation...
today things got ugly.
let's just say i was no longer under the supervision of Alen in inventory control. i'm out of my happy place completely. no one asked my opinion on the matter, they just told me i had to train that one unqualified girl, then high-tail it back over to receiving department... under care of Dennis.
ok, so i am supervised by Dennis. Chris was the girl i was working with, though. to explain it in simple terms, her ACTUAL job description ONLY consists of tasks A, B, C and D. which is good. but over the course of the last 3 weeks, they have been adding E, F, K, Q, P and Y... in addition to her original A-D.
with me so far?
well, she has so much to do, in regards to E, F, K, Q, P and Y, that A-D are slowly piling up and being neglected. she just doesn't have enough time in the day to do ALL that! and she's not getting paid enough to do that.
so she had a melt-down today. started freaking out, panicking, crying and throwing profanity all over the place. i asked her to calm down. i told her to take a time out. i tried talking to her, but it was as if i wasn't even there. i was blown off (unintentionally no doubt. i don't fault her for it).
i went to talk to Dennis. he basically told me she was a chronic complainer and he and the other 2 bosses are tired of she and i always coming to them with bogus problems.
erm,... "bogus problems"??
oooooookaaaayy...
so i went to talk to Alen. former supervisor, but he's understanding and tries to fix problems.
Alen told me he would talk to Dennis and Brian (boss #1) for me.
10 minutes passed and nobody came to either Chris or me to say anything.
Chris wandered away, but when she came back, 3 minutes later, she said, "Dennis wants to talk to you."
so i went over to him.
he started a spiel about how he wants me to understand that when Chris has a problem, SHE is supposed to talk to him about it. i told him she won't because she doesn't know him that well yet and she has already been okayed by Brian to talk to him.
he said that that's fine, but i should stay out of her problems and worry about my own work.
again, i interjected and said that my work is part of her work. if she can't be able to do what she needs to do to teach me and hand over tasks, then i don't have any work to do.
i further told him that he and the other bosses need to stop throwing all the extra crap assignments at her and make the people responsible for it do it!
he asked me what i meant.
i told him it's the buyers' responsibilities to have the merchandise that they ordered entered into the computer system BEFORE the shit is delivered to us! this way we don't have the bullshit of items that are "not in".
if they want her to audit people before they receive, they should ONLY have her audit, because getting up and walking around all the time keeps her from her desk and her own receiving.
the auditors got caught up and they were supposed to delegate one person to do the walk arounds. instead, while Chris was running around like a chicken with her head cut off, Autumn was sitting in her chair looking out over the receiving area with a glazed look in her eye, and Shannell was off Gods-know where doing God-know-what. no one could vouch for her existence after 10am break.
this story is getting too long. but suffice it to say, i was telling Dennis about the unfairness of certain people getting special treatment either for their skin color or who they were sleeping with.
he told me i was out of line and i told him, "but i am right. and you know it. and this company is bullshit from inside out and i want no more to do with it."
some other stuff was said, but i can't remember it all, cos i was really pissed. but i ended it with telling him to stick it up his ass, i spit at his feet, and i threw my badge at him.
more on my recovery later.
random riblets smothered in BBQ sauce...
got my taxes (part deux) yesterday. i wasn't expecting them till friday.
today i paid a bill, paid my rent, took $300 in cash out of the bank for myself (hidden in jewelery box in my bedroom. reply here for my home address, if you are stupid and plan on robbing me)
i went online next and paid 2 Avon bills, bought a bottle of Kiss My Face rough thyme shower gel, and FINALLY got myself like $50 worth of Lush products.
i had been wanting to buy from them in like 8 years!!
i got a soap for sensitive skin, a canvas tote and a bunch of other things i am too excited to mention!
so yeah, by monday or tuesday (latest) there will be like 4 boxes on my front doorstep! LOL!
i put in for my vacation today, too. i can't BELIEVE i have been working at that place for a year! (it will be a year on the 29th of may)
i requested monday June 2nd thru friday June 6th.
this means that with a weekend on either side, i will have 9 days of pure NO WORK bliss!
from the first friday, to tuesday, i will be job hunting. i think i will give my sister's temp agency chick a call and ask her to help me.
tuesday and wednesday, i will be on a much needed retreat at a (unknown just yet as to where) little motel down by the beach. me time. relax my ass and everything attatched to it. fuck people.
thursday my Mom is coming to town. hopefully with my Dad. i will spend thursday thru sunday with the family.
... kind of ass backward, i know, but Mom was busy during the first weekend, and i wasn't about to change to another week. i really don't want to return to my current job for longer than it takes to collect my vacation paycheck.
i need to get out of there. it turned bad really fast!
they basically pulled me from my usual position and put someone incompetent in charge of it. and they sent me to be Chris's assistant, which is to follow behind the shitty receivers who don't know how to do their job and basically set up their carts for them with attatched paperwork that tells them every step they need to take to complete an order.
i LOVE Chris (she's my spunky little anorexic lesbian buddy) but i don't like how they just dump their shit on us and get away with it.
when Chris and i are able to find the item, and there's a LOT of it, we put it on a cart and send it back to the receiver who was the dumbass and couldn't find it tin the first place.
if it's under 20 items, i will do it myself.
AAAAAAANYWAY,...
last friday, when our BIG BOSS, Brian, was away on a golf tournament, this HUGE, BIG-BUTT colored woman, who is in her late fourties (Mary- she is the epitome of stupid) was being loud and obnoxious, talking to her table partner, who was 2 feet away from her, AT HIGH VOLUME. Chris asked her to be quiet, and like she didn't realize Chris was standing in earshot, she mumbled, aloud, "i don't have to take orders from that damn lesbian. she can just kisss my ass, her and her dumb-ass assistant. uh-uh, child. uh-uh!"
so Chris burst into tears (cos she is the receiving department's supervisor) and ran to tell the assistant manager, Dennis. as soon as she walked away, Mary kept on it and added, "look at her, running off, crying to her daddy like that. dumb ass lesbian. her and that dumb-ass Kelly."
SHE SAID MY NAME!!
so *I* went walking away, calmly, papers in my hand, like i was going to do something work related, and i ran to relay the message.
what ensued was a write up. we have a new HR guy, who basically slapped her wrist and told us to forget it.
EXCUSE ME???
she should have been FIRED!!
i mean, if Chris and i had called her a *nigger*, we would have been escorted out of the damned building!!
i was more upset that Mary disrespected her "supervisor" and kept her job! i wasn't even focusing on what she had said about me so much!
HR told me to let it go and i was reading too far into it and it was a case of "she said she said", and he couldn't fire her without at least a mile long paper trail.
i end on this question: is he wrong?
i fucking think so!
your imput matters to me.
hmmm... "imput"?
i must be "imbred" or sumpin'.
cooler beans
so i sanded most of the dresser.
last night i went to Wal Mart and had to get some more sand paper, and i picked out a can of black fleck spray paint.
YAY!
hopefully the finished product will resemble my wrought iron bedframe. when it's done, i will post before and after pics.
been doing nothing but watching mindless rented movies this weekend. relaxing... relaxing...
found a video game for the DS i want. it's called Teenage Zombies. Attack of the Alien Brain Thingies. when i told Will i found it and wanted to get it, he told me to research it first.
i stared at him like a dog stares and tilts its head when hearing a tea whistle.
research? when it comes to video games, i don't research. if i see something i think i may like, i just buy it. i don't listen to others' opinions.
anyway, i only put it off cos i needed to check my bank account. but i have all my bills paid and just put in my Avon orders, so the video game will be mine within the next hour.
(there's a Game Stop 4 miles from my house)
YAY!!
it's too overcast and windy today to work on the dresser, so i shall wait to see what tomorrow's weather will bring.
strange things are afoot...
as stated in my last post, i favored hanging out with Jennifer on thursday and seeing Iron Man with her, instead of just waiting till Friday and seeing it with William.
i haven't even told him i have seen it.
but when i spoke to him friday evening, to plan on seeing him saturday, he told me he caught an early showing that afternoon.
i still haven't told him.
so we hung saturday. i know he's a bad habit that i can't break. i was just lonely, and horny... and the stupid love thing gets in the way, too.
he got his extra $600 in taxes back. to celebrate, he treated me to dinner at Moe's. then we went to Blockbuster, where i got us 3 movies to watch- Southland Tales, Dead Silence and King of Kong.
my extra $600 is coming by the 16th. i already have plans for it- get my oil changed in my car, buy a few movies on dvd, have my eyes tested and get a new pair of glasses. i want to be able to put $300 in the bank and not touch.
back to the movies, we started watching Dead Silence, but for some reason, he got "a little bit frisky", in the middle of it. so we wound up banging around the bedroom a bit... and he smacked his head on the wall... and i fell off the mattress...
good times...
once we finished the movie, we went to bed. and slept soundly till 5. i couldn't get out of bed till 7.
we wound up watching a few episodes of that show (i think on MTV) called "NEXT", where there's one bachelor or bachelorette, and they pick a date from 5 "hopefuls" on a bus. if the picker is impressed with anything about you, they can have you perform certain challenges of their liking, or they just ask for the next contestant by yelling "NEXT!"
Will and i call the show "A Bus Full Of Losers".
the ones with the gay guys are ALWAYS a hoot.
there was one time, GUY A (the one choosing) was testing the first hopeful, and back on the bus, 2 of the others in waiting were making out. when one of the makeout guys was chosen, he performed the tasks given to him accurately, and was given a chance for a second date, but he politely declined, saying, "you know what? i really had fun with you, and i think you're a great guy, but i found something better on the bus."
we went to this buffet place called The Golden Corral for breakfast. it wasn't 1/2 bad. i stuffed myself so much, he made a comment on me being pregnant with this guy at work Jody's baby. (he's a huge diabetic trucker-looking guy. sweet as pie, but not my type. too hairy and too many moles).
to pick back, i told William, "you know you're the only fat boy in my life."
the shoulder, BTW, is much better. not 100% better, but at least i don't have the shooting pain up my neck and the ear ache anymore. it still feels like there's a lump somewhere in my muscle.
rude awakenings
so i lied. big deal.
i have been so physically and mentally drained from work lately that i have been sleeping SOLIDLY through the night for 2 weeks now. i mean literally laying down to watch tv and falling asleep with my glasses on, waking up in the SAME position i fell asleep in.
it happened wednesday night. thursday morning i awoke in SUCH agony! i apparently fell asleep on my bad side. my bad side is the side where my liver is, my 2 huge stomach scars are, and what i think is a pinched nerve somewhere, from tending to fall asleep laying on that side since as long as i can remember...
i had SUCH a pain in my right shoulder, when i woke up. i have never been shot at before in my life, but i am sure that the pain i felt was as close as one can get to getting a bullet. right there. in the center of my wingbone. it was throbbing literally all the way through and into my chest.
my right arm was all tingly and shit.
there was a pain connecting it and crawling up the side of my neck.
it was making my ear hurt.
i almost couldn't get out of bed.
i had to lay on the floor for a bit before braving the rest of my morning and going to work.
well, i managed to get to work. had to take a headache pill to calm my head down. the shoulder pain wasn't so bad that i couldn't work. the ear pain didn't escalate to that of one of my nervous migraines, but i still had pain in both places.
through various events in the day, i was further annoyed. so i went home at the end of it all pissed off and in pain.
Jennifer had called me around 4, so i called her back. i briefly bitched to her on the phone about my day, my life and a few other things and told her i was going to tell Will to fuck off if he even called me. she invited me to come to San Marco with her, so we could go to an early showing of Iron Man, and i accepted.
took a shower, put on a killer skirt and nice tank top, some brown sandals and drove to her place.
the movie was good, btw. the theater has tables after every 2 seats and you can order and eat food and drink beer while you're there. we shared a pitcher, a plate of nachos and a pizza.
we had a good time, venting all night about how this year has pretty much sucked ass for both of us, how it's most likely NOT going to get better and how we just want to pick up and leave the state.
i am still filled with a lot of anger about a few work situations, so when i got home from the movie, i vowed not to go into work friday...
... and i didn't. i called out in the morning, telling them my shoulder was back to being stiff and my migraine came back. they understood and Miguel told me to get some rest.
i did laundry all day, and did the dishes.
i cleaned out my bathroom- reorganized and purged the vanity and beneath the sink.
- now all my first aid stuff is together, all my medication is together, all my hair clips, ponytail holders and head bands are together... etc. you get the idea.
then i began to work on my bedroom... re-arranged the whole thing.
packed up everything that has to do with William- photos, presents he has given me. all of it is in a rubbermaid box with the baby magazines, diaper samples i keep getting in the mail, pacifiers, clothes and bottles i have bought. it's all in one place. i have it covered with a kitty throw my mom got me. on top of that is the remaining spider.
my office is a disaster area now, so that will be cleaned next.
till then, time for bed.
god, i love that Caress Moroccan shower gel! it smells so relaxing!
William Thomas Cameron
remember when i told you about my little honorary nephew?
well, he may have been born in Ohio, buuut...
he's a TRUE Steeler's fan!
onto other news.
i finally did it.
well, i dyed my hair on saturday evening. well, TRIED to dye it. wanted to go red, like Agent Scully, but it came out auburn. also, only the first 4", from my scalp down, turned red. the rest is still all black (my hair is reaching the middle of my back now)
on sunday i managed to take some of the extra house paint and touch up the walls in my bedroom and bathroom.
the bedroom had a few self-made CURE-esque hand prints along the closet doors, down both sides. since the paint i used was black, and i did it textured, i had to sand down the bumps before painting over them. with the end touch-up result, you can't even tell the prints were there.
above my entry door, i had 3 unfinished Kurt Halsey bats. i sanded them, just incase, and painted over those as well.
as for the bathroom, there were a few spots down near the baseboards that my mom missed when we painted in the first place. i touched up those, and got the brown streak-stains that had accumulated in various high places, from 2 previous hair-dye jobs. OOPS!
this coming weekend i will be relaxing on friday, beaching it saturday and painting more on sunday.
- on saturday, my friend Angie (from work) and i are going to catch some rays.
i have set 2 gallon sized ziplocs for collecting sand, and 2 spaghetti sauce jars for salt water.
-- i want to bless a jar of salt water under the sunlight and one under the moonlight.
the sand is just for decorative and altar purposes.
- sunday i will be dragging the low 2 drawer dresser (my sis gave me) out into the driveway. on newspapers, of course, i would like to paint the frame black, but the drawers purple- using the paint i used for my bedroom. it would be nice to decoupage stuff on it afters, but i need to find the proper things.
for definite, i will be doing a Kurt Halsey bat and kitty somewheres. maybe one of his fireflies, too. but the decor will be witchy in nature, as i use it for my altar. the drawers hold my candles and herb (because there's a f**ing "H" in it) stores.
*SNOOZES*
i hope they play Shin Chan tonight on adult swim. i am oddly addicted to it.
and i hope i am awake for it, too...
an extra day, cos i couldn't help it
Saturday- the closing
brekkie- Marshmallow Mateys
lunch at Moe's
William- in Target, showing off his Englishman's sideburns with a Guinness hat
what i bought- shampoo, Q-Tips, hair color, and a Flight of the Chonchords cd for sis
kitty, taking a nap
William... taking a nap
hair dye
A Week in the Life of... (Friday. Day 7)
brekkie
IT'S FRIDAY!! I'M SINGING IN THE CAR!
"water" by the Sugarcubes
Hey, ASH! do you see what I see??
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