So I woke up this morning around 5 am from a nightmare (seems my sister's transferring them to me, ty a lot sissy =P). I don't remember entirely what it was about, except it creeped me the fucked out. I was sitting in some dark livingroom and when I stood up to go to the door this little hunchbacked boy on a trike rode by me really slowly and I knew the little guy was dead. Then suddenly I couldn't balance as well and things were closing in on me and I got incredibly queasy and all I knew was that I had to get the hell out of there and I couldn't.
Then I xxxxxx myself to wake up, but I was still half asleep, so you because of that I was still terrified of whatever it was getting me. Eventually 6 am rolled around and I knew I couldn't call into work cause no one would answer. Security was at least nice enough to drive me to the garage since it was still dark out.
I got to work and I'm still queasy as all get out, my stomach is in literal cramps and my burns are killing me even after I put some aloe on. I get there and tough it out the first hour and a half listening to every fucking customer (omg! you have a sunburn! hahaha! =D Gee, *someone* was out in the sun! ffs, I KNOW.) I finally went up to customer service since we were DEAD all morning and asked if I could please go home instead of going on my break, my stomach's killing me. They said: "No."
Why?
"Cause one cashier hasn't come in. So it's going to be a shitty day for you." Literally, that's what the woman said. Wow. So I go back to my register and go through the rest of the day feeling awful. I'm beginning to think I had sun poisoning because the back of my knees were getting really puffy and I was nauseous, which are the basic symptoms. But I dunno. Doesn't matter now.
Then my Deaf friend comes in and we're signing a little bit at the register and the store manager comes along and tells Travis to go get carts and that I need to be at the front of my register. Well... okay, yes sir. So I do that.
Then I'm blocking shelves on one aisle with a bagger and the bagger got his hand stuck. I ONLY said: "Careful, you'll get your hand caught in there!" And the manager is SUDDENLY right there saying we need to have two eyes and two hands in front of us, no talking. Wtf, is no communication allowed at this store?
Anyway, day's all over now. I had more guys talk to me than I'm used to, probably because they found it funny I was too stupid to put on sunscreen but still, it's male interaction. Too bad I only have about three working weeks left, not that I'm counting down when I can start decorating in the bakery. =3 |