I've been in a rut, and a rather fowl mood lately, so if I've snapped at you, I apologize in advance. I'm taking a natural supplement to help my anxiety and I'm hoping that it will soon dissappear. Maybe working so many hours ISN'T such a good idea, customers are raking on my last nerve asking the dumbest questions possible.
On a good note, I saw my friend Phil today, I miss that boy. One of my best friends, and I miss him dearly. I squeeled and tackled him, yay!! He lives down in ghetto phoenix (not all phoenix is ghetto, but where he lives.....wow..).
Biker Rally/Get Together in Jerome tomorrow, MASS COPS, not my favorite thing to deal with. Let's just say that even though I have a crystal clean record, I'm not to fond of law enforcement, especially law enforcement in the verde valley. They are no good pieces of shit in my opinion. I've watched them plant evidence, with my own eyes, and I don't stand for that!! Anyway, after that rant, yeah, I want to go to the Biker rally, but I don't have any money :(. I'll probably be in Sedona most of tomorrow, taking some pics and wasting time with my friends.
My job, granted, I may like it, but damn 46-50 hours is TOO MUCH. Mostly because I can't deal with the idiots who don't listen, or who tell me every irrelovent thing known to man before they finally blurt out what they want. I'm a nice, understanding person, who would love to listen to you, except when I have 24 in fill, a line of people waiting to drop off prescriptions, several people needing their prescriptions ran under insurance and the phone ringing like there is no tomorrow. Please use common sense. And please don't bitch me out when I ask for your birthday, I have to have it, by law. Get over it, or find another way to obtain your prescriptions. And don't whine about how far you have to drive, I really don't care or how long it takes to transfer a prescription because you need to catch a flight, leave town or your travelling. Okay, I needed to get that out of my system.
Allergies are killing me, and I regretfully do not have the finacial means nessesary to take my ass to the doctor and obtain a prescription for my relief...
Management at Wal-Mart is like working with a bunch of trained monkeys. They might work their ass off, but they are dumb as a rock. Oh, lets send all the dept managers to another store to help them set up, so the rest of our store can be even more short. ::rolls eyes:: Our store bairly functions with the amount of people we have, but yet they send more and more to Winslow to help them. In return we have hardly any dept managers, even fewer unloaders, and our back room on the GM (General Merchandise or anything not grocercery) side is so cramped full of pallets you can barely walk. Not like we have the manpower to put them away, and our nightstockers are about useless.
Last, but not least, I'm so fucking done with drama. Drama here on the LC, Drama at work, drama at home. BLAH. I just wish that people would grow the fuck up and stop being pussies about things. Don't start shit. Don't make threats. Dont' act like we are in highschool. Grr, it makes me mad.
I think I'm done with rants, for now. I might add more later. Take care all of you cherries who read this.
