ok so i am bitter. that means you get to hear about it. a lot of it, anyways.
i hate bitches. some of the women i work with at the garden center really have something stuck up their asses. the co-owner, nancy, is OK, but sometimes she can be a little testy, and she's really the only person who has "jurisdiction" over me, so i can handle her not being/wanting to be my friend. however, the employee heirarchy is well, nonexistant. outside of "owners" and "employees" there arent any people who have the title of "store manager" or even just "manager." (they had a "store manager" for about 2 weeks and fired him) however, even in anarchy, structure will arise, and a few people who have been there the longest think that they have superiority. well yeah, they sort of do. they know the ropes better. especially better than me, who just started a week ago. however! that does not give you the right to be a total bitch to a new employee and think that on their 4th day of working they should be able to do everything perfectly, without help, and know where everything is in the store, what it costs, what it's for and ET FUCKING CETERA. plus there is one "bitch" in particular who is the queen of all who are bitches, thinks that she owns me, and yells at me when i am not just standing at the register waiting for a customer to come along (when there are 3 other people on registers) but actually going out and shadowing one of the NICER women who KNOWS what she's talking about, and trying to learn stuff. this bitch actually had the audacity to tell me "not to leave the store" without her permission. (some of the other, nicer employees and i had fun with the whole "alarm system" idea that every time i would step out into the greenhouse they would go "BEEP BEEP BEEP" so at least there was some comic relief.) OH and then i hear today that i am "not talking to enough customers" ok, bitches. i greet every single person that walks through the doors. ok so i didn't start roaming the store and asking people if they needed help until TODAY but that's because I DON'T KNOW where anything is. i would end up walking up to them, they would go "yes um where's the ____" and chances are i wouldn't even know where/what it was. BUT even if i did, they would probably want to know more about it, like "which kind of grass seed works the best in -some instance-" and i would just have to go get someone who knows what the hell they are talking about. if i were a customer, i would probably get annoyed if someone asked if i needed help and then couldn't help me. but i got pissed off enough that someone said that about me that i spent the rest of the day wandering around the store "helping" people, which ended up mostly being the scenario i just described. and i hope i pissed some people off. bitches make me bitchy. so i bitch. and then i light people on fire in my mind. and sometimes flames shoot out of my eyes. and sometimes people die. i cant keep working 10 hour days on the weekends. weekends are supposed to be for relaxing and socializing and casual sex... not imagining lighting people on fire with my eyeballs.
i hate sluts. really no need for explanation here, the only people who like sluts are the ones who are trying to get something from them. more often than not, i get more mad at the people who pay special attention to the sluts than the sluts themselves. because, really, sluts are just depressed people who have it figured out. they can't get attention if they do it any other way, so hey you know, whatever works. every girl loves sexual attention, so you go get you some, you slutty slut. here would be a good place to interject a "cum dumpsting" or a "gutter", though i prefer the former. it's more creative. HEY MAYBE I COULD BE A SLUT. i think i will begin with an eating disorder! what's the next step? oh yes! skanky clothes! ok i got the look down now, i have the makeup and everything. now i just need to work on the attitude. any of you sluts have pointers?
i hate boys. though i do have a date with one of the "31s" on wednesday. the one who looks like a record producer. hey i found out he's a clothing designer, though. so that's one point in the homosexual column. he's not gay though, he has an "ex wife." jesus am i already dating previously married men? cougar? i think you were the first.
i hate life. i keep telling myself all i have to do is get through this semester. then will life be smooth sailing? no, probably not. but i guess i can only live deadline to deadline. until i am dead. line. _______________________
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