Finally Finals
My stomach is eating itself. I'm hungry. Dang it. I still have to walk all the way home from the dang library with tons o' stuff. I shouldn't wake up Christopher to drive me, considering it is 4:43 AM. Yeah, I don't believe he'd be too happy about it.
Well anyways, I did all of my Art exams/quizzes online Monday night. So hooray for that. Tonight I finished my jazz presentation for Literature and the Related Arts. I'm still nervous about that class because I never turned in my Paper #1. Paper #2 is due Thursday and I haven't started that either. Shoot. I also have a Publishing paper due Thursday evening but that won't be hard. It's just a reflection thing. I might come out of this damn semester partly alive! I know I'm getting an F in Hypertext since the teacher was a douchebag and wouldn't let me make up shit even though I pretty much had my website done and it wouldn't have been hard for me to make-up the shit. Whatever.
Hmm...to rant about Border's right now or no? Piece of shit workplace. OK, so, I called off Saturday. I had switched schedules with Rachel. She took my 10-4 while I took her 4-close. So I guess since I had switched and called off, they asked Rachel why and the dumb cow said that I had planned on getting drunk Friday night and would probably be hung-over the next day. Andi called me and said all this and that I had better come in and would have to talk to Tami, the hosebeast boss. I called Andi back and told her that I'm on medication and was sick because of that. So now I need proof that I'm on medication and I was sick because of that.
I'm so pissed with Rachel first of all cause she's a bitch. But also that Border's has a cow when I have been late/called off in the past which has been less than a handful times since I've been employed in October. Hell, they call me in a LOT when other people call off and I go in. I do this all the time, most recently being last Thursday when Neeva called off. Do they give other people this much shit when they call off? Probably not because everybody else is loved based on personality. Well sorry I'm not so damn loveable but you know what? I really really try hard with this damn job. I get what I need to fucking done and I come in when they call me. So they can fuck off. Also, in like December, Andi said she'd make me a trainer. It is now May? And Sarah was hired after I was but when I went in Monday, she was training and she's not even trained to be a trainer. If they don't think I can be a trainer, tell me! Quit making me think I will still become one. I don't think I'm the best worker there ever, but I don't think they should lead me on in beieving shit will happen when it won't. And I don't think I should be treated so harshly based on a he-said-she-said thing. Like, fucking ask me if I for real got drunk, don't just buy a rumor! I have a hell of a lot more proof that my story is true than Rachel does.
They don't pay me enough there to put up with this crap...nor do they give me enough hours. I'm barely reaching $250 a paycheck. I am going to try to get a different job. I really loved it there until recently. I guess if I want to continue being accepted somewhere I have to come in even though I'm passing out and vomiting. Why can everybody else call off work and not get hell for it? Hmm.
Here ends the venting.
Well anyways, I did all of my Art exams/quizzes online Monday night. So hooray for that. Tonight I finished my jazz presentation for Literature and the Related Arts. I'm still nervous about that class because I never turned in my Paper #1. Paper #2 is due Thursday and I haven't started that either. Shoot. I also have a Publishing paper due Thursday evening but that won't be hard. It's just a reflection thing. I might come out of this damn semester partly alive! I know I'm getting an F in Hypertext since the teacher was a douchebag and wouldn't let me make up shit even though I pretty much had my website done and it wouldn't have been hard for me to make-up the shit. Whatever.
Hmm...to rant about Border's right now or no? Piece of shit workplace. OK, so, I called off Saturday. I had switched schedules with Rachel. She took my 10-4 while I took her 4-close. So I guess since I had switched and called off, they asked Rachel why and the dumb cow said that I had planned on getting drunk Friday night and would probably be hung-over the next day. Andi called me and said all this and that I had better come in and would have to talk to Tami, the hosebeast boss. I called Andi back and told her that I'm on medication and was sick because of that. So now I need proof that I'm on medication and I was sick because of that.
I'm so pissed with Rachel first of all cause she's a bitch. But also that Border's has a cow when I have been late/called off in the past which has been less than a handful times since I've been employed in October. Hell, they call me in a LOT when other people call off and I go in. I do this all the time, most recently being last Thursday when Neeva called off. Do they give other people this much shit when they call off? Probably not because everybody else is loved based on personality. Well sorry I'm not so damn loveable but you know what? I really really try hard with this damn job. I get what I need to fucking done and I come in when they call me. So they can fuck off. Also, in like December, Andi said she'd make me a trainer. It is now May? And Sarah was hired after I was but when I went in Monday, she was training and she's not even trained to be a trainer. If they don't think I can be a trainer, tell me! Quit making me think I will still become one. I don't think I'm the best worker there ever, but I don't think they should lead me on in beieving shit will happen when it won't. And I don't think I should be treated so harshly based on a he-said-she-said thing. Like, fucking ask me if I for real got drunk, don't just buy a rumor! I have a hell of a lot more proof that my story is true than Rachel does.
They don't pay me enough there to put up with this crap...nor do they give me enough hours. I'm barely reaching $250 a paycheck. I am going to try to get a different job. I really loved it there until recently. I guess if I want to continue being accepted somewhere I have to come in even though I'm passing out and vomiting. Why can everybody else call off work and not get hell for it? Hmm.
Here ends the venting.
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