wrath worse than Bauer's

I haven't had a bad night in a long time. But good lord, when it rains, it pours. I don't have anything else to talk about other than my misfortunate employment situation. After reading this you should appreciate the monotony of working 8-5 in some stupid office all day long. Never take it for granted and never work in retail.

• I go into work to find the new co-manager there all geeked up that I have to get a credit application and that we have to hit one of the numbers. I said, I'm not dumb, I can read and have been here long enough to know how to read the damn clipboard. STRIKE ONE.
• She has ME count the drawer because she hates to do that and run the tapes when a) I just got there and it wasn't my drawer to count and b) what the fuck kind of manager admits to hating counting the drawers? UGH. STRIKE 1.5.
• She goes to put a mannequin in its place when I notice something missing from his outfit. I said, don't we have this shirt? She said, I didn't see it. I said, it's right here. She said, oh, I guess I didn't look close enough. I said, I guess not. STRIKE TWO. You fuck up my mannequins, you make me mad. It's not rocket science, it's following detail. Learn to pay attention or just leave it for someone else to do.
• I am ringing someone up and she is at the register next to me using it. She asked me something "real quick". Mind you, the thing I told her how to do is under manager functions only. Nice. I want a fucking raise if I in fact have to train co-managers too. STRIKE 2.5.
• She comes up to me and asks if I brought anything to cover up the tank tops. I said, no, I assumed I would be working on mannequins in the backroom. She asked if Dee makes us dress "in code" while we work in the back. I said, no not usually. She talked to Kelly about this too. Kelly said, Dee's been having her work in the back and what she's wearing is fine. Kathie was concerned in case Kel needed help on the floor. WTF? I wore a white tank top underneath a BLACK one. But apparently, it's not enough black. And it's not slutty tank tops either, so wtf-ever. Try working in front of a steamer in the backroom that's not air conditioning working on styling mannequins and see how like it. STRIKE THREE.
• By 5:30, I was ready to fucking quit that job. She didn't leave until 7. I was ready to pull my hair out.
• My advice: We are not the GAP. Get over it and move on. We are the The Children's Place and do things differently. Stop comparing apples and oranges; you will not succeed.

If you can't compare me to House yet, you will be able too soon. I've got nothing to lose at that place, might as well make my last months there fun. It is obvious that my sunshine personality from hell isn't going to mesh well with sales-oriented Kathie's. I have strengths at the store, sales isn't one of them. And largely because I am lucky enough not to be on the register a lot. Argh.

Denise came in and while I was glad to see her, she said, Amy, you're car is scratched. I said WHAT? She didn't know I didn't know. She said it looks like a shopping cart got it or someone backed up too close. I'm like great, just add fuel to the fire. By the time I took my break at 7-ish, I didn't know I wanted to come back (so tempting it was having my keys and celly in my hand). I went to inspect the damage. It is scratched. The couple main scratches look like they can be rubbed in or off. There is a nick in the paint in one spot though. And another mild abrasion that I haven't yet deciphered. It's not dented though, so I'm not taking it to a body shop. But I will be sending my dad on a GM mission to find a bottle of Maui Blue paint for me tomorrow. I just hope he can fit that into my plans.

If Denise hadn't told me and I found that tomorrow when I was washing my car, I would have stopped and cried a little bit. At least I inspected it while still pissed off enough about work to shed tears.

Now I'm just tired. I'm off to bed before I go back home tomorrow morning. I've never felt so glad to work with Dee in all my tenure there. And I am never taking someone's shift again.

Positive: Tomorrow is the day of the new Pirates. And it's payday. And I get to see Brian.