Freakchylde's

As many of you know, things in the world of freak are not going terribly well. But that’s fine, I’ll find my way through it. I did get to let some steam out today, I decided I’d be the one to put in the effort into the inventory of our air guns. There were a few things left, which are in different sections of the store (and I can’t get to them on cashier days), so I asked the floor guys for help. One of them told me this morning that he couldn’t get to it till Saturday. That’s a no-go. Come lunch, I tell whoever’s next to go, and whoever isn’t to come to the register when they get a chance. Well, MM decided to give me a lecture on “crying”, how I don’t work (which is bullshit), and how I should ask for 5 minutes to go finish this (it would take more than 5 minutes). I tell him, that today, it’s not plausable because there’s not another cashier to fill-in. He tells me to quit “crying”, I say I’m not, etc, etc. So, he ends up telling me he can’t do it, so to not ask him, I ask him if he’s on lunch, he says yes. My response? “Then I wasn’t asking you, I was asking whoever isn’t on lunch.” He tells me to quit crying, again. I tell him to get out away from me. He asks, “what? I can’t stand here?” I told him that he was on lunch and I didn’t want to look at him and to get the hell away from me because I really didn’t care to be around him and that he was pissing me off. He left. Didn’t talk to him at all the rest of the evening.

He doesn’t get it, that crap just pisses me off because he acts like he’s the only one around the store that does anything. Yeah, being cashier ain’t exactly back-breaking labour. I’m happier on the floor, but since WB is now the self-proclaimed “queen bee”, I’m stuck behind the damned counter. Hell, I could bench press that little Mexican (I called him a whiny little bitch mexican – I think that pissed him off; go me). Anyway, it’s little shit like that, which has been eating me up lately. It’s all been accumulating and building, and building and finally I decided to bulldoze it. He’s been pulling crap like that since he started working here, and I’d love to put him in my job and see how well he does.

Anyway, after that little episode, I feel much better. Not as well as I would like to feel, but I’m not staring at some black pit, wondering how long it would be till I hit the absolute bottom. Things will need to change, I’ll need to start keeping track of my mood swings better and the ups and downs, communicate them better, yadda yadda yadda.

Have I mentioned all women who love construction-type workers need to watch Tarzan???? *drool*