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[09 Aug 2005|06:15pm] |
well... the last twenty four hours have definitly sucked. yesterday they told me to leave work early, (although Brandi was nice about it and told me it was because they had too many other cashiers). which was fine at the point because i didn't realize until today that they wanted to fire me. apparently, i still don't smile and talk to the customers. which is bullshit. i made a point of smiling at every damn person that came through my line yesterday and asking them how their day went. they also said i left my register several times, which is also a lie because i left it once to get my water from my car. i was thirsty. pardon me for trying not to pass out.
anyway, i guess it was just as well since i'm going back to school in less than three week, one of which will be spent vacationing with Andre's family. it's not so much being fired that bothers me, it's being fired for bullshit. if they wanted to fire me, they could have at least had a plausible excuse. and the woman that wanted to fire me wasn't even the one that told me they were "letting me go." (a nice way of saying, 'you're fired.') i've heard she doesn't like confrontation, so i'm considering going back and asking her specifically why she wanted me fired, but i'm not sure it's worth the effort.
the reason for this rant is that mother dearest now wants me to get another job, and i don't really feel like having a job during school.
speaking of which, i got my schedule, and for some reason unbeknowest to man-kind, they decided to put me in a home ec. class. what the hell? home ec? i never even mentioned thinking about wanting to take a home ec. class. not only are they boring, but it's a waste of a credit for me because i already know how to cook and clean and sew. unfortunately when i called the school to see about changing it, they told me to give them my name and number and they'd call me back. which means they probably won't fix it until second semester. too bad i'm taking this home ec. class first semester.
to top it all off, last night i was with a friend who's parents starting fighting just before i was going to leave. it was fucking scary because when we finally decided to check it out, the man was trying to beat the shit out of the lady, who had apparently hit him with a broom stick hard enough to bend it in half. to top it off, the man grabbed a pistol and left the house for a while, only coming back to scream at the lady so he could pack his shit. he also told her if she didn't, he'd call the cops on her for assault. then he proceeded to throw stuff in the bedroom around, and slamming the door against the wall several times. for some reason, that more than anything scared the shit out of me, and at that point i decided it wise to leave.
yep... it's been a sucky 24 hours.
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