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Lousy nights all around
Dec. 11th, 2005 01:39 amGrr... I had the night from hell at work:
--Annoying customers who had to rearrange the contents of the bags I packed, (People, there are certain rules I have to follow when I'm bagging, and what you were doing completely violated everything short of putting a gallon jug of milk on top of a carton of eggs.);
--Horrid spoiled children:
Kid from hell: "Mommy, I want [this]! Mommy, I want [that]! Mommy, I want [the other thing ::Insert sugar and preservative-raddled crap of choice, up to and including "Choco-Rox (not a real sugary cereal, I made that one up)"::]!!"
MR: ::Internal:: Oh yeah? And I want a better job where I get paid to shush whiny little bints like you, who aren't using their indoor voices.
I spent the last two hours gritting my teeth to keep from screaming. I was so tired and drained that I lost my footing while I was trying to stow a bag of ice under a cart and I fell over backwards. Fortunately, I was crouching on the floor, so I didn't fall far, but I pulled something in my shoulder in the process. Unfortunately, that was the straw that broke the back of one very tired llama (I don't consider myself to be a camel, even metaphorically: I'm too polite and quiet). I ended up spazzing out horribly; since this was the end of the night, one of the supervisors named Stephanie (there's two of them and they look similar) let me go home early.
The Frenchman has me down for 20 hours next week; since That time of the month is upon me, I just might take Tuesday off as a mental health day:
Tuesday: Noon to four (TBD)
Wednesday: ditto
Thursday: ditto
Friday: ditto
Saturday: four to nine-thirty pm. (All times are EST)
And Sieges was having a lousy night running missions in the MxO. She's going to write about the miserable details in her LJ, but right now, she's too upset. I'd poke her for the short version, but she's quick with her fists and her feet... Our nickname for her is "the little girl with the big gun".
( Odd revelations regarding one of my Houseguests. Neo, take note... )
--Annoying customers who had to rearrange the contents of the bags I packed, (People, there are certain rules I have to follow when I'm bagging, and what you were doing completely violated everything short of putting a gallon jug of milk on top of a carton of eggs.);
--Horrid spoiled children:
Kid from hell: "Mommy, I want [this]! Mommy, I want [that]! Mommy, I want [the other thing ::Insert sugar and preservative-raddled crap of choice, up to and including "Choco-Rox (not a real sugary cereal, I made that one up)"::]!!"
MR: ::Internal:: Oh yeah? And I want a better job where I get paid to shush whiny little bints like you, who aren't using their indoor voices.
I spent the last two hours gritting my teeth to keep from screaming. I was so tired and drained that I lost my footing while I was trying to stow a bag of ice under a cart and I fell over backwards. Fortunately, I was crouching on the floor, so I didn't fall far, but I pulled something in my shoulder in the process. Unfortunately, that was the straw that broke the back of one very tired llama (I don't consider myself to be a camel, even metaphorically: I'm too polite and quiet). I ended up spazzing out horribly; since this was the end of the night, one of the supervisors named Stephanie (there's two of them and they look similar) let me go home early.
The Frenchman has me down for 20 hours next week; since That time of the month is upon me, I just might take Tuesday off as a mental health day:
Tuesday: Noon to four (TBD)
Wednesday: ditto
Thursday: ditto
Friday: ditto
Saturday: four to nine-thirty pm. (All times are EST)
And Sieges was having a lousy night running missions in the MxO. She's going to write about the miserable details in her LJ, but right now, she's too upset. I'd poke her for the short version, but she's quick with her fists and her feet... Our nickname for her is "the little girl with the big gun".
( Odd revelations regarding one of my Houseguests. Neo, take note... )
