FFS....i have quite possibly had the day from hell!!! it started out alright, got a letter from an ex on myspace (before you even think it, we were in the 8th grade, geeze). so i went to work feeling quite happy. get to work, and find i'd scheduled myself to open alone. no problem, i like opening by myself, i'm hella busy, and get to blast ma music. hellooooooooooo lamb of god. but wait! what's this? there's nothing but row after row of empty shelves. wtf did they do yesterday?!?!?!?!?!?
so yea...i'm in my element, balls to the wall, asses and elbows, full fuckin steam ahead. my "help" comes in @ 7am. and by this time, all donuts are baked, glazed and in the case and/or packaged, all the coffee cakes are baked, iced and packaged, almost all the bread is baked, the cases are full and GODDAMN I'M THE SHIT!!!!!
at 7:30am, here comes mr.store manager (my faithful readers know him as MY ARCH NEMESIS. i'm smug and gloating to myself as he walks my dept. adjusting something here and streightning something there..i just KNOW he's going to say "looking good, (kricket)" and move on. but no...what's this??? he's calling me over? WTF!!! he's pissed because we've been "batch baking" making alot of everything, so the next day we don't have to make any. FFS!!!!! what does he want??? the shelves were FUCKING EMPTY!
so as he's walking out, i feel the buzz of ma phone on ma hip. it's an awesome text from a friend, yay! so maybe this day isn't going to be so bad after all. =)
how fucking wrong i was.
i'm still busting my ass, mixing, packing out, doing paperwork, baking, and keeping the shelves full. when my boss comes in. i don't know what's happened in the 3 days i was gone, but when she's there....i am fuck all apparently. every decision i make is second guessed. and to top it off, i overhear a clerk telling a customer, "hold on, i'll get my manager" she walks PAST me to PAGE ma boss!!!! WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?? over a simple question i could have answered w/o moving!! i chucked my name badge on the table in front of her afterwards and said "guess this thing's fuckin useless."
so i'm pissed. and when i'm pissed i slam shit around. pans, bread, doors. yer usual pissed off chick taking it out on inanimate objects rather than her associates. i shove a bread rack into the cooler, and SLAM! the door. MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!! I BROKE THE GODDAMN DOOR!!!!!!! i have to call a friend from produce over cuz he's fixed it before (subsequently after i slammed it, *ahem*. as i'm putting in the work order to get it properly fixed, i say that's it. lunch time.
i spend a half hour on the phone with dummy, spewing my wrath at him, and (goddess bless his soul) he cheers me up, makes me laugh. i go back to working thinking "it's going to be O.K. now."
FUCK ME.
stop by the bathroom on ma way back, and goddamn if after i flush, pulling up ma pants, ma phone goes *PLOP* into the fucking toilet!!!!!!!! WHATTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
fish it out as quick as possible, but i'm pretty sure it's fucked. all my pictures, vids, phone numbers......GONE.
it's a $100 phone!! and guess who didn't get insurance on it?? the dumbass typing this, that's who.
that said. i'm sitting here, been home for 'bout 20 mins and already 3 deep into a 12 pack. and i'm still agitated. all i can hope for is some idiot to come wondering into chat so i can vent.
other than that, i go to sleep early, and pray tomarrow will be a lil bit better....