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"This Job'd Be Great If It Weren't For The Supervisors" 2003-11-23 - 2:37 a.m. older - previous - next - profile - host - my band - my lj I'm feeling less bad tonight all night it's been going back and forth between teetering on the edge of depression and feeling ok all morning I sat around and listened to depressing music then I went to work and I swear; my supervisors hate me well, the one I have the most contact with, Twillia, does [it's pronounced Twye-la; like 'Lila' with a twie. I think it's a stupid name] I don't know if she actually dislikes me or if her face just stuck that way she just has this really mean look on her face all the time and while she doesn't really act as mean as she looks; she does act like every time I talk to her I'm bothering her, either way, I didn't actively hate my job until tonight I only spent about half an hour on the register tonight the rest was spent doing one of two things: the first was loading boxes of bags onto the registers which was exhausting in the truest sense of the word now, I'm not the biggest guy around but I'm stronger than I look these boxes of bags were about the heaviest thing I've ever moved and my family has moved what seems like hundreds of times I think hauling TVs around would've been easier they were normal, even kinda small-ish boxes but they were unbelievably heavy there were a few times where I would be lifting them into the bottom of the little cashier-niche and I would just kinda collapse I'm still a little confused as to how they were so hard to move around so that sucked but the other thing was returning items that people didn't buy back to the store that sucked now, I don't go to Wal-Mart to shop too much I know where the electronics are, and that's about it so having to return things to their proper place in the store was like The Scavenger Hunt From Hell it took forever I really hope I don't have to do that again I'm tempted to go into more detail but I don't want to anyway, thank you to Robyn for sort-of-visiting me at work we must talk/hang out more seriously I wish I ran into you when I was just going on break so we could've actually talked anyway, I need to talk to a manager about getting less hours soon and if I can't reach a compromise I may just go down to part-time this full-time gig is for the birds I was so not ready for it maybe after the temporary thing runs out I'll find a job at a more relaxed place where I can work full-time but doing it at Wal-Mart after spending years of having next to no responsibilites just is not working if I had to continue this it would end badly I just need to talk to someone besides Twillia about it because that's just going to complicate the issue exponentially so whatever but enough talk of my "actual" "life"; as you may have noticed; I figured out how to make pictures visible to people other than me and, like a small child discovering a new toy; I'm going to rampantly over-use that new skill first: a pic of me: my hair's shorter now and I no longer have the goatee; but that's basicallly me with a super-cool unlit cigarette and a too-big leather jacket you can't see 'cause smoking is cool, kids here's another kind of dark, artsy one I rather like: here's another picture I drew that I'm rather proud of this one's not of me for a change; but rather of the angel Duma from The Sandman that's the key to Hell around his neck: this one and the pic from last night got kinda screwed up when I reduced the size so they weren't [too]massive [I still couldn't get them as small as I'd like] which is why it's not as well-defined as it should be I used to know how to do that so it looked just as good; but for whatever reason I couldn't find that program when I scanned them stupid, evil computers anyway, I'll end with what may be the funniest pic of me ever taken: Got You In A Stranglehold, Baby � � |