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I should be sleeping, but I keep thinking about all of the things I need to do, should have done, and about to how I don’t want to screw everything up.
Things are a bit more stressful than I planned. As expected, nothing went as planned. I suppose that’s a bit of a paradox isn’t it? But I guess saying that nothing is going well is getting a bit ahead of myself. You all deserve a proper blog, not some half hazard, tossed together, shit paragraph. You all have waited a bit long since the last one.
Let me begin with, I’m not dead.
I am merely finding that I know absolutely nothing, in a very short period of time. Funny how that happened, really. I decided to live on my own for a bit. Just me and my boyfriend… along with my sister and her family. I work fulltime and I’m now a trainer. I start college in the spring and I am forced to rely on the government, lest I starve.
Shall we begin with work? Typical minimum wage ramble here. My boss is an asshole, the customers suck, and my company couldn’t give two shits about me. For all they care, I’m a low paid slave. Literally they believe all they owe me is a paycheck. Which, granted, is essentially true to corporate companies. I just don’t find it fair that the people who put in 100% everyday get paid the same as the shit employees who don’t even bother to come in sober. Better yet, is the trainees. I’ve trained several people, all successes. But I’ve had this new girl for a few days.
Let’s talk about my new trainee, your classic teenage dropout. Nothing against dropouts, she just never matured past 16. She is one of those girls who doesn’t care about anyone or anything around her, because she feels like “nothing is really happening right now.” She gives off such a bad vibe, that the biggest bitch in the place feels off-put by her. My job is to teach her how to not convey that to the customers. I am not allowed to tell her that her 6 pounds of makeup make her look like a circus clown hooker met Joan Rivers and got into a blush fight. I apologize Joan, I still adore you. Her customer voice sounds like she’s straining to talk sweetly to a bratty child screaming “I hate you” in her face. She also doesn’t care for the fact that she’ll be fired for not up selling. All of those things, I could deal with in time. What I cannot deal with is the fact that she believes she already knows how to do her job and will not let me explain a damn thing to her. I’ve tried, very sweetly, to tell her she needs to focus and listen to what I’m explaining to her. I’ve tried to be a bitch and tell her she’s just doing her job wrong. I’ve tried to be stern yet nice by kindly telling her that she isn’t supposed to do that and offering helpful suggestions. All I get is a “uh huh” and a “fuck off” glare. Now I plan to have a chat with her, explaining that if she doesn’t listen to me, she’s going to get handed over to a manager for training. And that can go 1 of 3 ways.
1. Managers will see me as a failure and unfit to complete her training. Be slightly disappointed and give me a new trainee with a lower IQ.
2. Managers will see her as resistant to training and find her too difficult to train properly.
3. Both situations will happen.
The big difference between me and her, though, I’m past my 90 days. She just started working here. They have to write me up at least three times, and failure to train isn’t an offence. Failure to accept training is an offence, and less than 90 days you can be shit-canned and nobody gives a fuck. But of course, I can’t find a way to say this without sounding like the biggest cunt in the whole world. I like to think that it’s because I am a massive asshole.
Also, at the Christmas party she got my secret gift. Granted it sucked, and wasn’t meant for her. It was meant for my friend who likes rave shit, but she got to pick first. Bitch walked over to me after the gift unwrapping and gave me the gift back in front of everyone saying, “I don’t want it.” Fuck her.
But enough about the cunts I work with/for. Let’s talk about my home life!
The boyfriend is a dream. He’s a complete asshole, which keeps up with my bitch of the world attitude. We have extremely low rent due to the fact that we live with my siblings. Which is still an entire paycheck. We get paid twice a month. Do that math and see how much spending money I have, AKA none. I rely on food stamps in order to get any food. I’m not ashamed like most people say they would be, because I actually earn them. As do my parents and siblings. I feel much better with it being me who is using the tax dollars than someone who doesn’t work or deserve them. Government help is supposed to be there for those who need financial help to survive. My sister and her fiancé seem to look down on me for using them. This is the same guy who snubs his nose when I have the lucky three days off in a row compared to his usual 2 days. I’m not on salary asshole. They are constantly caught stealing our food because “we didn’t pay for it anyways.” My sister doesn’t work. I earned those food stamps 100% more than she did. Instead of being looked at like a roommate and someone who pays to live here. We’re looked at as though we’re a huge bother in their lives and get no respect as people in general. We’re just delighted to be here.
My cat has a warrant out for my death. She is insistent on jumping on my ankles the second I reach a critical falling point on the stairs. Better yet, she feels the need to attack whatever twitches in my sleep. The little shit looks like a baby bobcat and certainly acts like it. We found the little shit in a car engine at the age of 4 weeks old. Decided to take her in, after the idiot who was supposed to give me a cat bailed out, and she’s been my little devil ever since. My baby kitten Persephone lives on at 4 months and is going way too strong for her own good. I love my little devil kitten.
My cooking has somehow gotten a complete 180 on the edible scale. I’m actually quite good now. My baking is still phenomenal only now I can make Hispanic foods too. I’ve also gotten quite good at making any drink involving tequila.
I have no internet here, so I’m forced to update everything of mine short amounts at a time. I usually only get on using my nook. But I remembered my laptop today. Figured you deserved an update
Things are a bit more stressful than I planned. As expected, nothing went as planned. I suppose that’s a bit of a paradox isn’t it? But I guess saying that nothing is going well is getting a bit ahead of myself. You all deserve a proper blog, not some half hazard, tossed together, shit paragraph. You all have waited a bit long since the last one.
Let me begin with, I’m not dead.
I am merely finding that I know absolutely nothing, in a very short period of time. Funny how that happened, really. I decided to live on my own for a bit. Just me and my boyfriend… along with my sister and her family. I work fulltime and I’m now a trainer. I start college in the spring and I am forced to rely on the government, lest I starve.
Shall we begin with work? Typical minimum wage ramble here. My boss is an asshole, the customers suck, and my company couldn’t give two shits about me. For all they care, I’m a low paid slave. Literally they believe all they owe me is a paycheck. Which, granted, is essentially true to corporate companies. I just don’t find it fair that the people who put in 100% everyday get paid the same as the shit employees who don’t even bother to come in sober. Better yet, is the trainees. I’ve trained several people, all successes. But I’ve had this new girl for a few days.
Let’s talk about my new trainee, your classic teenage dropout. Nothing against dropouts, she just never matured past 16. She is one of those girls who doesn’t care about anyone or anything around her, because she feels like “nothing is really happening right now.” She gives off such a bad vibe, that the biggest bitch in the place feels off-put by her. My job is to teach her how to not convey that to the customers. I am not allowed to tell her that her 6 pounds of makeup make her look like a circus clown hooker met Joan Rivers and got into a blush fight. I apologize Joan, I still adore you. Her customer voice sounds like she’s straining to talk sweetly to a bratty child screaming “I hate you” in her face. She also doesn’t care for the fact that she’ll be fired for not up selling. All of those things, I could deal with in time. What I cannot deal with is the fact that she believes she already knows how to do her job and will not let me explain a damn thing to her. I’ve tried, very sweetly, to tell her she needs to focus and listen to what I’m explaining to her. I’ve tried to be a bitch and tell her she’s just doing her job wrong. I’ve tried to be stern yet nice by kindly telling her that she isn’t supposed to do that and offering helpful suggestions. All I get is a “uh huh” and a “fuck off” glare. Now I plan to have a chat with her, explaining that if she doesn’t listen to me, she’s going to get handed over to a manager for training. And that can go 1 of 3 ways.
1. Managers will see me as a failure and unfit to complete her training. Be slightly disappointed and give me a new trainee with a lower IQ.
2. Managers will see her as resistant to training and find her too difficult to train properly.
3. Both situations will happen.
The big difference between me and her, though, I’m past my 90 days. She just started working here. They have to write me up at least three times, and failure to train isn’t an offence. Failure to accept training is an offence, and less than 90 days you can be shit-canned and nobody gives a fuck. But of course, I can’t find a way to say this without sounding like the biggest cunt in the whole world. I like to think that it’s because I am a massive asshole.
Also, at the Christmas party she got my secret gift. Granted it sucked, and wasn’t meant for her. It was meant for my friend who likes rave shit, but she got to pick first. Bitch walked over to me after the gift unwrapping and gave me the gift back in front of everyone saying, “I don’t want it.” Fuck her.
But enough about the cunts I work with/for. Let’s talk about my home life!
The boyfriend is a dream. He’s a complete asshole, which keeps up with my bitch of the world attitude. We have extremely low rent due to the fact that we live with my siblings. Which is still an entire paycheck. We get paid twice a month. Do that math and see how much spending money I have, AKA none. I rely on food stamps in order to get any food. I’m not ashamed like most people say they would be, because I actually earn them. As do my parents and siblings. I feel much better with it being me who is using the tax dollars than someone who doesn’t work or deserve them. Government help is supposed to be there for those who need financial help to survive. My sister and her fiancé seem to look down on me for using them. This is the same guy who snubs his nose when I have the lucky three days off in a row compared to his usual 2 days. I’m not on salary asshole. They are constantly caught stealing our food because “we didn’t pay for it anyways.” My sister doesn’t work. I earned those food stamps 100% more than she did. Instead of being looked at like a roommate and someone who pays to live here. We’re looked at as though we’re a huge bother in their lives and get no respect as people in general. We’re just delighted to be here.
My cat has a warrant out for my death. She is insistent on jumping on my ankles the second I reach a critical falling point on the stairs. Better yet, she feels the need to attack whatever twitches in my sleep. The little shit looks like a baby bobcat and certainly acts like it. We found the little shit in a car engine at the age of 4 weeks old. Decided to take her in, after the idiot who was supposed to give me a cat bailed out, and she’s been my little devil ever since. My baby kitten Persephone lives on at 4 months and is going way too strong for her own good. I love my little devil kitten.
My cooking has somehow gotten a complete 180 on the edible scale. I’m actually quite good now. My baking is still phenomenal only now I can make Hispanic foods too. I’ve also gotten quite good at making any drink involving tequila.
I have no internet here, so I’m forced to update everything of mine short amounts at a time. I usually only get on using my nook. But I remembered my laptop today. Figured you deserved an update
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