You know it's a bad morning when not even an emergency can of red bull can kick you in the ass.
I got all cranky at myself for being tired and did a bunch of angry cleaning and then picked out something cute to wear to work to combat my feelings of 'don't want to deal with them' today.
I do believe my meter for retail ridiculousness is has finally hit full. Ah, how my tolerance has gone down. (This is a good thing...in a way)
One of my favorite managers is leaving and the other has been demoted back to his supervisory position. Bleh.
I'm just fed up with seeing those forms that you get written up if someone sees you doing a good job filled up with things I do on a damn daily basis. "So & So talked with a girl about these books and recommend another series! Good Job!" Yeah, no shit...I thought that WAS part of our job, and why I do it every day. I can recommend something from every damn section of the store. Find crap that no one can seem to find, clean and reshelve like my ass is on fire... I could go on.
I know it's not rocket science, but for pete's sake I'd like a little damn credit. Just because I'm not planning on making pushing books for a chain making 8 bucks an hour my life's work doesn't mean I don't want to learn about inventory and merchandising. (To be honest I already know a good deal about, and am quite competent at it...thankyouverymuch)
Maybe I just need to get the crankies out before I shuffle off to work tonight. Where I'll end up behind the damn reg and watch the girl that got Employee of the Month text her friends from her sidekick while on the sales floor. (actually I like her, she's one of my favorite people to work with, but it's just to further illustrate my point) So I'm going to pull up my striped socks and go to work with my mind on tomorrow and how I'm going to glue myself to the computer/phone with job hunting. It's kind of difficult trying to figure out how I'm going to woo a full-time job when I know I'm going to have to beg them to jump though hoops with my plans to go back to school full time.
What I've lacked is a plan. A real solid "here are the next Five Years" plan. I only wish I'd made myself do it ages ago. I wish what had happened at (old)work hadn't happened. I wish I could've actually proved my worth and had a little credit given for everything I'd done. But it hit me like a punch to the gut and tossed me out where perhaps I could see things a little more clearly.
I would like for my biological clock to shut the fuck up. Why on earth is it poking at me now('now' being a loose term), where did all this extra crap come from? (and to be honest it's not just the baby one, which is what everyone automatically thinks. It's more like the DO MORE WITH YOUR LIFE!!!! one.)
I've just been so angry, stalled, frustrated about a million things, so I guess it's time to start punching back.
(or start chopping like that Dinosaur Jr. song)
Uuuuugh! If you read all that I owe you a cookie, or pie...or a drink if you're so inclined.