I hated. I mean absolutely positively hated that last layout. So here’s something better. I told you it was going to come down sooner or later. I like how this one came out. It took me all day to figure out how to make it (well, actually, I scanned some pictures from a magazine and I was going to use them, but I was lost, so I went to look for new pictures, and was told by The Resource Goddess to go here, and I fell in love with these pictures, so I used them). I’m happy. A helluva lot better than the last one, I’d tell you that. Note to self, don’t use patterns, lol.
Now, as you can see, my title up there means that I am pissed off at something…or someone. Well, I’m not pissed at anyone…maybe except my boss. Here’s what the fucker did.
So basically I’ve been working part time shifts even though I asked to be hired full-time. I’m not as pissed off about that anymore, because the reasoning behind it is that the earlier I go home, the faster I can get off my feet. Good reasoning, considering that it’s getting worse, my foot problem. Now I work 4 days a week now. Starting the week of the 18th, the week of my birthday by the way, I’m working only 3. That means I’m only working 15 hours that week, and possibly the upcoming weeks after that. Which ultimately means…less money. Haha, how fucking fun. Now there’s the part of me that doesn’t mind it because I can use the break, but working only 15 hours, and I can work at least 20 is beyond stupid. I don’t know what possessed my boss to give me that, but whatever. I just feel like leaving now. That place is a war zone on the weekends, and I’m not getting paid enough to deal with dumb ass customers asking me stupid questions. Or watching them get into a fight.
Like today, this Black lady and (I’m thinking) Guyanese lady were going at it. And I couldn’t do shit. I wanted to tell them to both shut the fuck up, but that’d cost me my job, lol. It was a lot of name calling. Then the Guyanese woman had the audacity to call the Black woman a “stupid Black nigger”. That just did it for me. If I wasn’t tired enough, to hear that remark, I found it offensive. But it was both their faults, and me being too nice and neutral, I didn’t tell them to shut their trap. Go Peachy. (end sarcasm)
I know you didn’t want to hear about my sucky ass job, but I have no love life, no social life, and no other life to talk about, so deal with it…unless you want to hook me up. Hahahaha!