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Little things bother me 22:34 Thursday, Sept. 21, 2006 Okay, so on Sunday night, I worked from 7pm until a little after midnight. I would have worked until later but I had to wake up early to go to work again at 6am. I woke up at 4:30am so that I'd be fully awake and because I had to make and eat breakfast and whatnot. I'm not very quick with getting ready. So my coworker gave me a ride and I felt kind of bad because he slept in his car at the mall so I made him a sangwich. The reason we had to work so early was because we were counting inventory. The night before we counted all the clothes on the floor and Monday morning we counted the clothing in the stockroom, which was easier because we didn't have to try to keep it pretty. What made it not easy was this jerko who came from some inventory counting company that I will not name because they work for a lot of retail stores and since the other workers did not bother me, I will not badmouth the company just because of him. It was sort of a hassle to count the clothes because we were trying to count them before the other people, but we would get in each other's ways and stuff and we had to give them the right-of-way. I wasn't sure how to say that in a non-driving-sounding way. Anyway, I have a low tolerance for annoying people so this guy got old fast. He's like those guys in high school who think they're smarter than everyone else and have this way of speaking to match it. He started out by insulting my coworker's ability to count and saying in a loud, obnoxious voice that his number and my coworker's were off by one. What is the big deal? So he missed one shirt. That's the reason why there's two people counting it. Then he kept doing that every time it was off. He started saying stuff like, "I don't know who to think is wrong when the number is off, me or them." Just because we don't count things for a living doesn't make us dumb. And he doesn't really even do the counting, he has a little scanning machine to do it for him. He started telling his coworker about how he's learned to trust his own numbers because he's usually right and whatnot in his obnoxious tone, blatantly insulting us. At one point there wasn't enough room for him in the previous row because we started on the next and he kept complaining about how he was halfway through that row and stuff. His coworkers even told him to just fricken start somewhere else but he refused so they nicely asked us to take another five minutes. He just stood there and kept complaining all the time we were counting within those five minutes and after a while he was like, "Uhh...YEAH. I think your time is up. You guys need to move." OMG I wanted to bash his scanner into his head. Whenever he said anything to me, I just ignored him because had I replied, I don't think I would have been able to keep myself from saying something rude and that's just not my style. Oh and another thing that bothered me about him was that he called Justin Timberlake's album (because we were playing it) "cultist music". How could anyone say that?? He listens to old people music and he's probably around my age. I mean, I do too, but I'm willing to listen to other stuff. Other than that guy and being super tired, work was okay. haha. I got a bunch of those count tags taped onto my pantleg because my coworker thought it would be cool, which it kind of was, but it felt weird to walk like that. It looked sort of like a skirt/lampshade. Later on in the day, I went to watch Hollywoodland with Funnyman and friend. It was an interesting movie. Kind of depressing. Lots of sleaze. Everyone seemed to have a mistress back then. Who knew? The ending sort of leaves you hanging but then you realize that it doesn't. haha. I think I liked it but I am not entirely sure because I couldn't fully concentrate due to lack of sleep. After the movie was pretty nuts. Funnyman's friend went into the restroom so we sat outside of it on this bench to wait. We waited and waited and waited. Then we were like..what the heck and got up and Funnyman played a pinball game. Then we went back and waited some more and he still didn't come out. We figured he was having a baby or something. After a while, he went in to look for him and came out, saying he wasn't in there. We began walking to towards the car and as we neared the exit, we saw him in the window of Borders. It was so trippy..and sorta magical. Not much else has happened since then. No work... just playing with my brother's doggle and knitting. I attempted to clean but all I did was put a bunch of papers in the recycle bin and shred a bunch of others...and nothing else. Sigh. I bought a book to help me organize but it doesn't seem to speak clearly to me, so that was a waste. I do some of the stuff in there but it hasn't helped me to make my room any more liveable. I'm moving to my dorm on Saturday. The dorm in the boonies of De Neve Plaza, yes. The one that people probably forget exists or can't seem to locate. Whatever, it's still fancier than whatever most others are living in. I don't have to cram into a tiny room with two other people. Now it's just one other person. haha. Anyway, I wanted to clean up before then but it doesn't look like it's happening. PS Who's freaking excited about the Pucca cartoon because I know I AM! Unfortunately, I don't think I have the channel it's showing on. haha. PPS Thanks Amy for telling me why my doggle eats grass. Now I know and will not choke her for trying to get some bowel movement action. You're probably the only one who reads this. Thanks for that too. haha <3 <back<-->fwd> 5 most recent entries: I'm a thought criminal - Tuesday, Aug. 21, 2007 Moving away again! - Friday, Oct. 27, 2006 My reaction to Flavor of Love - Saturday, Oct. 21, 2006 Late night confusion! - Friday, Oct. 20, 2006 Bill and the couple drama across the quad - Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2006 |
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