tales from the (second) homefront

So Dee kind of really got to me on Wednesday night. Yesterday, she was training her new co-manager and being the fakest person I've ever seen. I kept telling Mo how funny it was listening to her when I had to run in the back room to grab something. She laughed. At one point as Dee was showing Kathy around, I was back getting some boxes (I was doing transfers) and she stopped me. She said how I just redid the bulletin boards and how I do literally everything, that she is just the figurehead. It took everything I had not to say "damn right". ha. Best part is she continued saying that the entire staff does a little bit of everything and she is extremely lucky. I wanted to go to the bathroom and throw up when I heard that. I went out and told Mo and she just laughed with me. So I dressed three newborn bodyforms, transferred about 14 boxes of old stuff, went begging other stores to give me some boxes - turns out Buckle is a good neighbor to have, rang a little, and that's it. Today I'm going to work on transfers and filling big girl shop two with new fall stuff - since I emptied some rounders yesterday that we can move the shorts and everything. An exciting day ahead I'm sure, and once again I'll be slaving away while watching my coworkers do very little. Whatever. I'm ready to feed this retail shit to the dogs.

I didn't get much sleep last night. Trying to be funny about some video game led me to an awakening. I assume too much and in doing so, probably take things for granted. Maybe it's time I do a self-evaluation for my own life and not just my real job. I have to stop some things that I do and realize it's okay to change some of my more stubborn habits. I thought I was off to a good start, but I guess I was wrong. To start with, I know exactly what I have to do after work tonight.

Off to the store again.