I hate my job...
Mar. 1st, 2006 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeIndian givers...
I didn't sleep good last night because of this dumb cough, so I had to drag myself everywhere.
And getting called in on the day off that I specifically asked to have off, for that massively busy day they were expecting? What a bloody joke. The store was no busier than it usually is. And I have to call in tomorrow to see if they need me or not. I'm tempted just to have my mother call in and tell them that I've got that annoying cough and I need to rest. Because I do.
Next time they call me to come in on a day off, I'll just tell them, "No." I need my mental health days off, s'il vous plait.
Jerks.
The only upside: Siegey had a good night; her crew was taking a "family portrait" of sorts.
Of course it's usually Constantine yarking at "Supernatural" and kibitzing at the Winchester Brothers' methods, but tonight was something different, and it showed me -- briefly -- a softer side of our Floodwatchman: My mom was channel-surfing the local PBS stations (we can get about three of them). and we caught the beginning of a documentary on Windsor Castle and all that goes on there -- what a lovely place! Well, all of a sudden, I start getting these nostalgic, homesick vibes off Flood. I turned inward for just a moment and asked him what was up with that? Said he, "If you have to pry... Windsor is my home, by default." Apparantly, his very fake birth certificate and baptismal records have his birthplace down as Windsor, England.
Which reminds me, tomorrow is our boy's "birthday"; he's turning thirty-seven (plus 800) for the ninetieth time.
I didn't sleep good last night because of this dumb cough, so I had to drag myself everywhere.
And getting called in on the day off that I specifically asked to have off, for that massively busy day they were expecting? What a bloody joke. The store was no busier than it usually is. And I have to call in tomorrow to see if they need me or not. I'm tempted just to have my mother call in and tell them that I've got that annoying cough and I need to rest. Because I do.
Next time they call me to come in on a day off, I'll just tell them, "No." I need my mental health days off, s'il vous plait.
Jerks.
The only upside: Siegey had a good night; her crew was taking a "family portrait" of sorts.
Of course it's usually Constantine yarking at "Supernatural" and kibitzing at the Winchester Brothers' methods, but tonight was something different, and it showed me -- briefly -- a softer side of our Floodwatchman: My mom was channel-surfing the local PBS stations (we can get about three of them). and we caught the beginning of a documentary on Windsor Castle and all that goes on there -- what a lovely place! Well, all of a sudden, I start getting these nostalgic, homesick vibes off Flood. I turned inward for just a moment and asked him what was up with that? Said he, "If you have to pry... Windsor is my home, by default." Apparantly, his very fake birth certificate and baptismal records have his birthplace down as Windsor, England.
Which reminds me, tomorrow is our boy's "birthday"; he's turning thirty-seven (plus 800) for the ninetieth time.
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Date: 2006-03-02 06:39 am (UTC)What to do, what to do...
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Date: 2006-03-02 06:56 am (UTC)Did you mean the Snark Master's "birthday"? He technically doesn't celebrate it, but he certainly doesn't mind if someone remembers it.
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Date: 2006-03-02 06:57 am (UTC)*ponders*