*sneaks out from behind a truck* hey, guys. How have you been? mmm, that's good, I don't care.
I've been a bit stressed and I'm getting a cold. or, that's what my mom says, my head feels like it is full of goop and my ears have cotton in them, I don't feel good, and so my temper is shorter. I have a friend who calls me every night so she can talk about her day and I love her, I really do, but sometimes I just want to say that I don't care. She is a perfectionist and I can tell this because when she explaines things she has to get everything right. Every word they said in a conversation, she has to repeat it. Sometimes I just tune her out and then I feel bad because I'm not listining. Anyway, it jsut annoys me sometimes when she tells me stories that she told me two nights before, and she keeps going on about the same things for forever. But the real kicker is this, she askes WHY alot. "Why are you doing that now?" "Why are we skipping?" "Why are we having so much fun?" it's like she can't accept anything without a reason. And she gives herself more credit than she diserves. She says that she is the onlyone who is qualified to open and close (at the store) and that is not true, really. I kick butt opening, I can do it all, back and front. and I know that she can't do the back, becasue besides the manager, I am the only one trained to do it. When she opens with me, she thinks that she can be my equal, and really, she can't because she really doesn't know what needs to be done before four and what can be left for the evening. She doesn't. The thing is when the Shift Manager from the evening worked a morning once, he asked me what to do because he didn't know. I'm pretty much the Shift Manager for the morning, (I just didn't take the training because i don't know how my college schedual is going to look come spring) but she doesn't think she needs help.
Sorry, I didn't meen to go off on you. I needed that, though.
"You won't fool the Children of the
Revolution" ~Moulin Rouge