Backward Thinking

I don't know why, but I'm blogging first today and myspacing later. Usually it's the other way around. Not that it matters and not that I have anything to really write about. Here are some highlights over the past couple days:

IM convo w/ my friend:
Travis: you're car looks better than mine
Amy: really? (in shock, thinking he meant the truck)
Travis: yeah, I saw you on M59
Travis: but not better than my truck
Amy: yeah i was gonna say, its not better than the truck

Email from the boss:
I emailed my boss my self-evaluation (yes, I've only been there a month and a half, but something still needs to be in my final by the end of this fiscal year). She wanted my goals, strengths and weaknesses (although they call them "needs" since no one there really has weaknesses), and since I didn't hear from her on Tuesday, so I just emailed her yesterday. This is her response ~
Thanks for your self-evaluation and goals. You are such a breath of fresh air to manage (that’s poorly worded, but you know what I mean)!

Clashing with the other boss:
In my daily ranting about the state of the stockroom - and heaven forbid about one of Dee's worthless croonies - Kelly (the cool manager) said, "what are you bitching about now, Amy?" I laughed and said socks (btw, socks are the absolute dead last thing I want to do when I'm at the store) and Dee was standing right there and said, "yeah, she has been kinda bitchy lately" and she pulled on one of my curls. Funny again - I can handle that. Then she went on, "She and Dawn think we're stupid because we can't do anything the right way." I said, "Dee, it's not we think you're stupid, it's just that it's so disorganized back here, it's hard to keep anything straight." Then Dee gave me some line of bullshit that included how it would have been impossible for the moron (I've complained about this lady before on my blogger) to separate the sale socks from the regular socks because there was no more room. When the socks are on sale for 69 cents, they are going to sell through quickly and the unfortunate soul who has to refill should have quick access. Not flipping through baskets of socks for a half hour trying to decipher which ones are on sale and which ones are not. Mind you, this woman worked seven and a half hours on the flippin socks Monday night. In that time, I had three mannequins, five bulletin boards, and ten months of sales histories reorganized and done. My other coworkers had the baby backwall and sidewalls done. Something doesn't add up and I thought I was beyond getting pissed off at her (my new availability doesn't give me much time to work with her). Turns out that I have to close with her on Tuesday. Happy Fourth of July to me.

After I filled the socks and flip flops and put some missing pieces in baby girl on the floor, I barely did anything for the rest of the night. I worked up in big boy straightening and filling very little. Ask me if I care? Whenever Dawn had to say anything to Dee, she added, it's because we think you're stupid. We let Denise in our club. The really funny thing is, I haven't worked with Kelly in ages, and Dawn and I haven't worked together with Kelly. We know we get the best of Dee and yet she continues scheduling us with her. I think it's really funny, almost as if she enjoys the torture. But after last night's escapade, we might be separated again. And that would just make me really sad. Ha.

That's all for now.