Well, today I had a rude awakening at work. I put my ass on the line to get someone into my office that would learn quickly, since we only had a week to train them before they were to be left on their own. However tonight, she decided that she'd rather go and mix paint than help out in the office. I was approaching my 5 hour mark for my lunch (I would have been "coached" had I not clocked out prior to 5 hours) and she'd been back on the clock herself for nearly an hour and a half. I was so angry with her for mixing paint for an hour and a half, finally at 3 minutes until my 5 hours was up, I said forget it and told the people who might need to get ahold of one of us to call her back in hardware. If she didn't want to come into the office in the first place she shouldn't have applied for the position! Why waste my time as well as hers by coming in to be trained?! Things like that frustrate me to no end. My time is valuable and anyone who doesn't share that opinion can jump in a lake or some damned thing like that.
My favorite Assistant Manager got back from her 3 day weekend with several bruises. She had a softball tournament this weekend and claims that everyone else was drunk at it. She made fun of the men and the way they dressed for the game for a full 15 minutes. She just happened to catch me after everything in my office had gone wrong, so I was grateful for the laugh. Not to mention one of my "moms" just got hired, and tonight was my first night to be able to catch up with her. Her son and I have drifted apart since he got married and had a baby, and I hadn't talked to her in almost a year. I'm very happy she came to work at the store. She totally brightened up my day by reminding me of the time when she took all the pictures of me before we went to prom. Then, recounted the story about her beating the crap out of this chick for calling her daughter a whore. The lady wound up with a broken nose, several scratches (Mom wears lots of rings), a split lip and 2 black eyes. She said to the rest of the people in the breakroom that you don't mess with her kids, and she said "even this one" as she patted my arm. Totally made my day.
I finally got all my dad's laundry done from his trip up to my mom's. Five loads of wash later it's all folded and put away. Thank god! I asked if he would do today's dishes, but I just walked into the kitchen, and big surprise, they are NOT done. He works between 40 and 50 hours a week and can't even manage to wash the dishes once in a while. I fully intend on marrying a man that can do his own damned housework.
Well, I need to go to bed. I have an early start in the morning and it's around 1am right now. I don't want to pack, but I suppose if I don't do it, no one else will. Dad and I have lived here for a long time and have accumulated a lot of crap that needs to be sorted through prior to moving. Not to mention all the stuff that mom left when she moved to BC. Most of her things are down in the basement in storage. Ugh. I don't want to touch the basement... damned spiders. *shudder* I HATE spiders. These aren't normal spiders either... these literally chase you! They're called the aggressive house spider, and you step towards it and it runs AT your foot, NOT away from it. Scary little buggers. Actually, they're not that little either. They are on average about the size of a quarter. NASTY. Okay, now that I feel all creepy-crawly I'm going to go and peel my clothes off and crawl in bed.
