Manager still sucks and this is me.

And well to go with the above picture my personal life isn’t much better.

Granted one must have a personal life, but hey, one can hope.  I can however say that there is hope in the future as I may be moving here soon.  (Cross fingers) Lets just pray that I can handle the stress of it all and not experience a psychotic break.  Funny story about that…my co-workers seem to think that I’m going to end up on Snapped one of these days.  I wonder where they get the thought?  That has been my life up this point.  And where am i now?  The exact same place really.  I  need to find something legal and constructive to do with my time I just lack the motivation to do it.

And now a little something that was passed to me through Facebook form a friend.

So comments? Questions? Own personal experience?

Don't blink.

What is this story going to do to her?  Well my dreamscape is going to be one fucked-up place tonight.  Can’t complain, I did bring this on myself, but if you hear me screaming in the night, you’ll know why, just just put in your earplugs, whatever form they come in, and ignore me.  Good night…well, night, anyway.  I must include these oh so cute toys, created by SOTA Toys.  These are the first three of the  “Nightmares of Lovecraft” line.

Cute, huh?

The ever favorite Mighty Cthulhu

They made a movie about this guy...a very bad movie

Later today a friend is being kind enough to take me to the emergency room so I can get a shot of antibiotics.  Oh the joy that is going to be.  Until then i am going to go to sleep.  I am tired after having to deal with a bitch of a coordinator this morning.

And Momo

My Appa

So, yes the carwash is dead.  Now to go into detail I need to mention that we have a new guy.  He’s nice and all on the inside, I’m sure, but his customer service skills leave much to be desired.  It’s sad when I have to tell him not to have a dum dum sucker hanging out of his mouth when he is ne talking to customers and two: trying to speak without taking it out of his mouth.  So he has no skills when it comes to people.  That being said, apparently, Don tells Junius to have Anderw work out in carwash, carwash is easy, you help the customers at the portal, guide them into the bay, spray on the pre-soak stuff, them hit the dolly button to push them through.  that’s it.  Simple as that right?  Well around seven o’clock that night Don gets a phone call from Junius. “You remember how we thought carwash was easy?”  Any call that starts like that cannot be good.  Don was thinking that it’s not a scratched car because Junius knows how to work the carwash,  knows what to do with scratched cars.  So no scratched cars (luckily).  “One of them things that pushes the cars through the carwash * pause* it broke off.”  “What?”  Apparently in the course of training Andrew the instructions that are said to the customers was lost and a guy in a large red truck didn’t put his truck in neutral and drove through the carwash.  That was mistake #1.  And in his hast too exit the bay at the end him speeding out of the bay snapped one of the dollies off.  This is a hydraulic powered conveyor.  How the hell do you break that. I didn’t think it was possible. Until now.  My jaw actually dropped when Don told me the story.  Then we watched the security footage of the truck exiting the bay and sure enough there was the truck and the dolly that it broke.  I shutter to think what damage her would do inside the store, but that will be their problem as he is being hastily transferred to there.  Don’t let that gut near the sharp objects.

Well that all for my little story.  Hope it was as entertaining to you as it was to me.

This dirty, gross guy probably in his late 40′s at least comes in the store.  Nothing out of the ordinary there.  He goes back to the beer section and is looking through what we have.  then yells across the the store to get my attention.  That was a little annoying.  I head out around the counter thinking it might have something to do with a misplaced price or something of that nature.  Nope.  He then demands (how to phrases this) he basically wants me to compare prices on the Heineken beer, between the 24 ounce cans and the six pack.  He wants to know which one will he get more for his money  with.  This requires a small amount of mental math.  I have to break it down to fl.oz. I wont bore you with the simple math but apparently I was not going fast enough for him and he looks at me and says “yous dumber thans me” and no that is not  miss typed.  I am very insulted but this which increases when he says he is going to go and get someone who is smart.  He then returns only seconds later with another dirty smelling guy that speaks like he hasn’t hear a word of proper English before and this guy goes through figuring out what I have already told the first guy when I answered his question.  Was this the end of it….No.  Kevin had to run out and do a carwash leaving me to deal with the bastards alone.  I start walking away as I see other customers walking into the store and I need to be behind the counter.  The guy stops me and demands I help him carry his alcohol to the counter.  I grab one to shut him up.  I place the one I grabbed at my register in front of me and the guy, the stupid ig-it, parents were probably siblings, asshole walks right by where I’m standing to the other register.   I politely tell him I’m at the this register and he gets mouthy at me saying I need to move down to the other register.  I have to explain to him that that register isn’t mine and I can’t ring him out on that one I needed him to move down to my register.  He does (yea for small victories) complaining all the way.  It takes a minute to ring him out unfortunately and I now have a line of about six other people. He finally leaves and I work on the line. I manage to hold it together long enough for Kevin to return and help clear the line.  Normally when I get very angry I cry, as embarrassing as it is it happens.  Not this time.  I am beyond pissed.  Shacking, my hands are cramping up, and my knuckles are bone white I look like I’m going to go on a rampage that Kevin tells me I need to clock out for break before I explode. Once there are no more costumers in the store I explain to Kevin what happen.  His jaw just drops when I tell him and he tell me if I have another costumer treat me like the again I have every right to kick them out of the store. That made me smile.  So I sitting in the back on break reading so of the things I have written for game  (Hex stuff) trying to calm down.  I realize I don’t remember what time I am supposed to be back on the clock.  So I go back out to the punch clock to see what time I clocked out and the guy was back at the counter cashing in lottery tickets that he won money off of.  He sees me and tries to talk to me.  It sad that just a voice can make me go from calm to want to jump the counter and put a pair of scissors through the guys neck.  But I have much better control than that.  I completely ignore him, don’t even acknowledge his existence.  He makes a snide remark to Kevin about my ignoring him and Kevin’s reply is maybe it’s because of what you said to her earlier.  It was so hard not to turn around and laugh in his face.  The tone Kevin used was so perfect.  That tone that says you were stupid and it’s your fault.  I have no doubt this guy even knows what the phrase don’t poke the badger with a spoon means.  After that he left, back out to his truck and yes it was a red beat up pickup truck.  Much like the kind you would find out in Appalachian territory.  If you know what I mean.   This guy comes in another two times after that for who knows what and I refused to deal with him because by this time I am back on the clock.  After the guy and whoever else he was with finally leaves the parking lot I hear from Kevin he was harassing some of the female costumers.  Innuendos and the like.  I had to agree with Kevin’s assessment that the guy’s mind was stuck in the past and still believed that women were uneducated and only good for two things.  That was how he acted.  Kevin had seen him in the store with his wife and he treated her like shit. To me that is just unacceptable behavior.  I know if I have to deal with him alone again he would me lucky to leave the store with all his limbs attached.

Now you have hear the tale what do you think?