Worst day ever? Betcha it's tomorrow.
Jun. 23rd, 2005 07:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laurelin_kitToday I had about five people pay for their purchases with checks. And I don't know how to do checks and there's a whole long procedure that I just learned today after the first one, and so it took me about five minutes for each one because I had to go slowly and then some of the checks didn't go through and I had to get my bitch of a boss to come over and do it for me and she bitched at me for having the wrong shoes about three times, every time she saw them.
And my feet hurt because I have to stand on them all the time. It wouldn't be so bad if I could walk around, so my weight could shift off my heels, but no, I have to stand in one place.
And the younger girls don't talk to me, they just sit around and compare their engagement rings and ignore me. They're like twenty, for Chrissake, and they keep talking about loans and buying houses and picking out wedding bands and their personal little parties they have and their in jokes. Yeah, and April's party? I have to work that day. 3-9:15, and I can't switch with any of the other girls because it's the sidewalk ornament sale and they need me there.
Then after work I really didn't want to go home so I called April to see if she wanted to go to the mall and she couldn't and Becky was asleep and you were out and Molly was somewhere else and so I stopped by Steak N Shake and got drive through cheese fries and a coke and I spilled the coke in the car and traffic was horrible and I couldn't call anyone to talk to when I got home because no one would be there.
I hate my boss. I hate my boss. She is such a cunt. And I hate saying that. EVERY time she saw me today she had to either mention that those shoes are not allowed and he (store owner) doesn't like it because you might hurt yourself and didn't you read the contract? He tells me to go over the contract with everyone but I just let them read it, but then things like this happen because I don't go over the contract, so maybe I should have gone over the contract.
I really don't want to go in to work tomorrow. I have to go from 3-9:15, which is already not my favorite, because that's when all the girls under 25 work, and none of them like me.
Only Mariah talks to me, the other ones ignore me.
I wanted to be a whore with April after work and look at expensive jewelry, too, but even thinking about passing by Hallmark made me want to scream.
The credit cards take forever to print the reciept and the checks take three times as long. I started to long for the credit cards again.
Oh, and my fingernail ripped in a particularly nasty way. Another thing that made my day crap. I got to it with nail clippers so it's not as bad as it could be, but still not good. My poor nail. Nails should not tear that low.
Oh yeah, and I didn't have breakfast! So I was hungry all through hell!
So that sounds like the worst day ever, right? Nothing could make it worse?
MY PERIOD CAME A WEEK EARLY!
And my feet hurt because I have to stand on them all the time. It wouldn't be so bad if I could walk around, so my weight could shift off my heels, but no, I have to stand in one place.
And the younger girls don't talk to me, they just sit around and compare their engagement rings and ignore me. They're like twenty, for Chrissake, and they keep talking about loans and buying houses and picking out wedding bands and their personal little parties they have and their in jokes. Yeah, and April's party? I have to work that day. 3-9:15, and I can't switch with any of the other girls because it's the sidewalk ornament sale and they need me there.
Then after work I really didn't want to go home so I called April to see if she wanted to go to the mall and she couldn't and Becky was asleep and you were out and Molly was somewhere else and so I stopped by Steak N Shake and got drive through cheese fries and a coke and I spilled the coke in the car and traffic was horrible and I couldn't call anyone to talk to when I got home because no one would be there.
I hate my boss. I hate my boss. She is such a cunt. And I hate saying that. EVERY time she saw me today she had to either mention that those shoes are not allowed and he (store owner) doesn't like it because you might hurt yourself and didn't you read the contract? He tells me to go over the contract with everyone but I just let them read it, but then things like this happen because I don't go over the contract, so maybe I should have gone over the contract.
I really don't want to go in to work tomorrow. I have to go from 3-9:15, which is already not my favorite, because that's when all the girls under 25 work, and none of them like me.
Only Mariah talks to me, the other ones ignore me.
I wanted to be a whore with April after work and look at expensive jewelry, too, but even thinking about passing by Hallmark made me want to scream.
The credit cards take forever to print the reciept and the checks take three times as long. I started to long for the credit cards again.
Oh, and my fingernail ripped in a particularly nasty way. Another thing that made my day crap. I got to it with nail clippers so it's not as bad as it could be, but still not good. My poor nail. Nails should not tear that low.
Oh yeah, and I didn't have breakfast! So I was hungry all through hell!
So that sounds like the worst day ever, right? Nothing could make it worse?
MY PERIOD CAME A WEEK EARLY!
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:39 am (UTC)You must be strong, because I would probably pass out if all that happened to me.
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Date: 2005-06-24 02:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-24 02:46 am (UTC)Laura, where do you work?
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Date: 2005-06-24 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-24 04:14 pm (UTC)