simply_blah

I've had a bad day.

My morning started off okay. I went and I talked to my old manager at Things Remembered where I had a season job last Christmas as an Engraver. Right now she's hiring for part-time positions and also an assistant-manager. For sure she's going to hire me for part-time with the possibility of being the assistant manager. I'm not going to hold my breath. They check your credit score and mine is pretty awful I'm sure. I want the assistant manager spot because if I have to work retail I'd rather be that than a peon. The bad side being that if my background doesn't check out (credit, etc.) she can't hire me period.

I'm going to remain optimistic about the part time because the job that I have right now, well I'm lucky if I get ten hours a week. It's low paying and it's barely covering my insurance, phone bill, AOL and gas. I've about used all of my tax refund in paying off credit cards and my car tags.

I don't want to consider fast food or grocery stores. I really don't but at this point I've exhausted almost all of my resources. I've tried temp agencies and going back to retail. I couldn't get a really good job at a call center that processes student loans because I got sick at my last job and had to quit. They told me it looked as if I had attendance problems. I'm dealing with a lot of that.

Later in the afternoon I went to my grandmother's, gave her some pictures of Grant, ate some pizza and went to Dollar Store to look for some really, really cheap frames.

While at the Dollar Store I happened to run into someone who I thought was my friend even if we were coworkers at Lane Bryant. I waved and said hello. She scowled at me and looked like Draco's Mom in that she had something really smelly underneath her nose and walked away. I guess when you get fired for not preventing a few associates from stealing, well I guess I kind of deserve it.

I didn't get any frames. I just went home.

Which brings me to the evening and I cannot find my glasses. I need them to drive at night and to see things like movies. I've looked in my car. I've looked at my job. I've called the mall office and see if anyone's turned in a pair. I've looked in my room. I've looked in my house. I can't find them. I had them in my purse for when I went and saw TMNT (I was entertained) and now I have no idea where they are. I do not have the $150 dollars for glasses and a new prescription and it's on my license that I have to have them to drive.

Mom is not sympathetic. She's not going to lend me the money to get a new pair. And I'm irked with her anyway.

I told her what time I would be home. I was early. Before I got there she sent out her husband for food. Did I get anything? No. Bitches.

Right now, I'm feeling very, very anxious and not in the good way either.

Dear Pissed-Off Customer,

I am sorry that I was not able to leave the floor. I was helping another customer and another one was waiting for a fitting room as soon as I was done. I politely told you that I would go get my other associate and have her look for your jeans just as soon as I helped them. I even apologized for the inconvenience. I couldn't yell for her. I was in the middle of the store and she was in the back.

I am sorry that it upset you. I don't know what you expected me to do though. I was the only one working the sales floor because my other associate was on her break. I can't leave the floor unguarded. The loss-prevention guy would have my head. Our theft is high enough at it is.

Call the DM. I really don't care what that asswipe thinks at this moment.

The Apathetic Associate,
Me.

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Dear Kent (our DM),

YOU SUCK! YOU FUCKING SUCK! I LOATHE AND DESPISE YOU WITH ALL OF THE INTENSITY OF A MILLION BURNING SUNS!

Hating-Your-Guts,
Moi.

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I know all to well what Charlie Brown felt each time that Lucy jerked the ball away. -.-

AND SURFACE WAS CANCELED! HOW THE HELL DO YOU CANCEL THAT GOOD OF A TV SHOW! AND ON A CLIFFHANGER!? NBC YOU SUCK! If Heroes does indeed turn out to be a good show, you'd better let it live. I'm giving you this warning now.

Ahh well, at least Doctor Who will be starting up next Friday. And Battlestar Galactica. Mmmm, Jamie Bamber.

Captain Jack (John Barrowman) is on HGTV in a program about living in castles. Damn, but that man is hot. Rawr. And fuck. He's speaking with a Scottish accent for some bits. Damn. I'm just going to pretend that he's not gay. Yeah.

Jen, fangirljen, I tried to IM you but you were not on. Alas.

Grant is doing fine. He came home Thursday. He's been doing good. He is a very good baby. He only seems to cry when he has a dirty diaper, hungry or when he's getting a bath. Other than that, he's not much of a crier.

His doctor's appointment is tomorrow. The doctor will also refer him to a cardiologist about his heart murmur. I hope it all goes well.

My manager at Lane Bryant worked yesterday. She didn't call. I'm pretty sure that I will be in trouble for leaving work early on Friday or Saturday. I'm sorry that they were busy but I'm not sorry for leaving. I normally don't leave so she'll have to get over it because I'm not going to be, in the least little bit, apologetic. It's just how it is. I'm sure I'm going to be in trouble for other things to but oh well. I did my best to not fuss at the other keyholder who outranks me because she didn't do anything. I tried to clean up most of her messes but I can't do her work for her.

And speaking of work, I am so bloody sick of this college girls who want to work but then complain about actually working. If you only want to work a little bit, then you need to fucking specify that on your application. If you say you can work such and such times and arn't up front with how many hours you want, don't be surprised when are schedualed the hours (eighteen). I have no sympathy for you.

I like the character but these scans from AXM 16 make me so very happy.

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Project Runway, you however do not make me happy. First you let Alison be eliminated. WTF? Vincent's dress really was shit. She has been consistantly in the top three whereas Vincent has not been. Plus, she was little and cute and one of my favorites.

AND HER MODEL WAS NOT PLUS SIZED!

And now this week Vincent wins? Bitches, are ya'll for real? Cuz' seriously, I doubt it. Uli should have one. Granted her tunic could have been a little more slim fitting but Vincent's dress was too costumey.

Angela's mother is way to hypersensitive. Jeff's an ass but she could have sucked it up and dealt even if the dress was a sack and sewn poorly.

Michael deserved to go though. Just blech.

And the rest of the designers? I don't know why this concept is so hard to folllow. You can fashion forward, haute-coutour, trendy clothing for bigger ladies. It's really simple, you just have to make it bigger.

Not all of us like mumus, tunics and baggy things. I like things that fit me.

Jesus fucking christ, the average size is a fourteen. That's not fat or even overweight. Marilyn Monroe was a size sixteen but people forget that because we like our ladies to have their ribs visible, have no curves and look like a boy.

What are you people going to do when you get into the real world? Idiots.

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By the way, I got the promotion at Lane Bryant. I'm now the part-time keyholder.

( I paid $8 for that or Elektra was better... )

In other news and because I forgot to mention this a while ago... My sister is pregnant with a boy. He's due September 13 and his name will be Elijah Grant. I'm very worried that he won't be healthy because my sister smoked and drinked before finding out because she's stupid. I'm also worried because I'm not sure if she's taking her pre-natals and eatting better. She gets so pissy each time that I ask.

In more news I did get the keyholder spot at Lane Bryant but I'm still getting fucked in the ass because regular associates make more than me.

I'm also working over 65 hours this week and around the same for next week with no days off.

I'm going to die.

My left knee hurts and I don't know what's causing it. I came down wrong on my foot last night as I was leaving work. It was even ground and this morning I woke up and it was hurting. I can't straighten it at all and the stairs are killing me.

There is no swelling that I can tell though it's hard to check because I can't raise my left leg high enough to compare it with the right one. I had my mom pull my leg, as weird as it sounds, and after she did there was some improvement but it didn't last.

I can't rest it. I have to work tomorrow and Tuesday. This isn't the first time that it's hurt like this but it's been awhile.

Oh yeah, I don't have insurance.

P.S. I did get the job at Piercing Pagoda. But I learned that the newest hire is making $7.50 an hour at Lane Bryant.

Rice candy is odd to eat. It is odd to eat because you also eat the inner-most wrapper.

Also, Ginger Chews are good and it makes my stomache be less queasy. That is good.

Tomorrow, at two o'clock I interview with Piercing Pagoda. It's for a keyholder spot but everyone except for the manager is a keyholder. That's still okay because that title looks good on a resume. It's looking good, real good but I still don't want to get all of my hopes up unless something goes very wrong.

I think I'll also be a relief keyholder at Lane Bryant. -.- I know, I did a lot of bitching and wangsted about it.

Kathy, the store manager is goign to be goign to a different store and the manager, Jessica, from the Knoxville Center store is going to the West Town one. fire_and_a_rose is going to be the only one who knows where that is so don't worry. Knoxville Center is the black mall, West Town is the white mall. It's a joke. Lighten up!

Anyway, Jessica was in agreeance about making me a relief keyholder. Kathy said she had to run it by Kim because it was a raise. Woo, fifty cents. I heard the word trial basis come up so I high tailed it out of the area. It's going to suck if that's the case. A trial basis? Bitch please.

I don't know what to make of Jessica. I heard that she wants the front watched like a hawk and that she's a task master. That is not a bad thing. I hope that makes Amanda quit. I know that Amanda thinks Jessica is bitchy and bossy, pot meet kettle. My concern is that she's going to raise a bitch fit if you have to leave the front to help a customer because you cannot watch the front of the store one-hundred percent of the time with only two people watching. It's not possible given the layout of the store.

So we'll see how it goes tomorrow.

And lastly... WTF is up with custom mood themes? They're all lined up, smack dab on top of each other. WTF?

I certainly don't think so...

I've been at Lane Bryant since November 2004. And I was talking to this girl that just got hired on in the last month. She got a second job at a radio station. I asked if she was getting paid a lot more and she said that she was getting paid a quarter more. I'm thinking she means a quarter percent more, like starting pay is 6.00 an hour so it would be 7.50 there and I say that. She says no, it's 7.25. She only gets paid 7.00 at LB.

I couldn't speak for several minutes. You want to know why? I only get paid 6.30 an hour. Even if I get this miraculous keyholder promotion, she'll still make more than me!

I can't do anything about it either. She could be fired for running her mouth and I could be fired for knowing.

Ahh yes work, where it doesn't matter how much I sell, how much work I do, or how good I am with customers. All that Lane Bryant cares about is how many credits I sell. No, seriously.

I havn't gotten any this week. I get twenty-seven hours next week and say "Yay! Twenty seven hours!" to my boss. The skinny wench then proceeded to tell me that technically I shouldn't have as many hours and if I don't get at least one this week, I really won't have near as many hours for the following week.

The few big sales that I've had this week doesn't matter even though our store is very behind in sales. It doesn't matter that I've busted my butt in trying to get the markdowns done and straightened and condensed. It doesn't matter that I do work hard. I don't normally just stand around. I look for stuff to do. It doesn't matter that I'm on time for my shifts and that I rarely call in.

None of it matters except for getting credits but you can't tell them that.

I'm also worried that since I've had some very nice customers this week, today I'll have some right royal bitchy ones.

-.-