[[Still A Girly Girl]]

Jan 27, 2006

I wrote an entry for my blog while I was at work last night, but I left the piece of paper in my apron pocket, and my apron is downstairs, and I'm oh-so-lazy today.

Who am I kidding? I'm lazy every day.

Anyway, the whole idea of my entry was that I now understand how people can develop homocidal tendencies after being in close proximity too often and for too long. My boss still writes over my customer counts, even though there's nothing wrong with my handwriting, and I'm starting to feel harrassed. She wrote another cutesy note at the bottom of the sheet, requesting that 'If you cant write nice, neat, & readable, dont bother doing the customer counts. I will do them.' It appalls me that someone thought she was capable of managing an entire fuel station by herself when she doesn't even know to put apostrophes in her contractions, and can't use an adverb to save her life. She once wrote 'recipiet' on a note she taped to a pump. I had several customers ridicule her spelling that week by asking if they could have a 'recipiet'.

I felt a little bit better about hating her when I went in the store to clock out and saw the new schedule. Each department has a different page on the schedule, and at the top of the page is the head of that department. The rest of the employees are listed in descending order based on seniority, and since there's only one person in the fuel station who started working there after I did, I'm always near the bottom. When I looked at where my portion of the schedule usually is, it wasn't there.

"Okay," I thought. "I've been promoted, so maybe my schedule is on the office page even though I won't be trained in the office for another two weeks."

I started to flip over to the office page when I saw my name on the fuel page. Can we guess where it was? For some unknown reason, it was right at the top, above my despicable manager. I don't know why names printed out of order can make me feel so giddy, but they do. I even made a photocopy of it. Call me simple-minded if you like.

And since I've already written here that I was supposed to be trained in the store next week, I'll have to explain why I now have to wait an extra week or two. Basically, they figure they need to hire someone to replace me in the fuel station before they can bring me in the store. I don't see why this is necessary, since I only work 20 hours a week and that wouldn't be too difficult to spread around to other employees. This idea kind of scares me though, because nobody ever wants to work in the fuel station and I have this horrible idea in my head that they'll never find anyone to take my place and I'll be stuck out there forever. They can't do that, can they?

The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:

1: Shaolin Soccer
2: King Of The Ants
3: Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer

Posted by erynthenerd @ 3:43 PM

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