Annoyed, and Iffy Things

My Mood:  — "What The Freakin’ Hell???"

I came back from the dollar store at about 5:30 and I ave to go there tomorrow morning.  The balloons are completely back up on the wall in the new order and I’ve labeled the bins with what numbers are in whcih ones.  Now I just have to put the remaining ones into the binder, number them, and put them in the bin.  And then I’m done.

I was glad.  Karl helped me take down and tape up a good deal of the balloons.  Plus, when I left, I got a look at my hours.  Forty-five and forty-nine minutes!  I’m gonna have almost sixty by the time Sunday comes.  So I’m gonna get over three hundred dollars on my paycheck.

Anyway, while I was dealing with balloons and the ladder and a customer, my cell rang, and it was I’m guessing the father of the girl I would baby-sit for.  I called them last night and left a message.  Anyway, I couldn’t really talk, but gave him some information about myself adn asked if I could call him back this evening.  He said around six would be good, and I did that, but got the machine again.  So I left a message, and I hope I’ll get called back.

I got a second call later from Mike, (again while I was with a customer!) and he was saying that he and Dan were going to hang out for awhile and do whatever, and that he’d be bac around six.  I said okay, whatever, cuz I expected to be back around the same time.  So, when I got home I called him, and it turns out that he’s not coming back until around eight!  And he tells me that ‘oh, he only thought it would be around six.’  Oh, yeah.  First he tries to tell me that he said in between six and seven, which isn’t true.  He’d said around six, because I remember tinking, ‘Oh, okay, we’ll get back home about the same time.’  Then he says that Dan said Mike’d be back around dinnertime, which Mike just assumed would be six.  I don’t know why I’m surprised that once again, Mike isn’t home when he initially claims, and that when he will be home is two hours after he claimed to begin with.

No, we didn’t have any specific plans, but even so.  If he’s gonna call and bother me at work and tell me that yeah, he’s doing this, and he’ll be home at this time, he should be home at that time.  It’s not hard to say, okay, the job’s done, give me a ride home!

Anyway, one thing at work definitely pissed me off.  After Shelley got there, the ownere was saying that he’d do someting to help me so that tis was done faster.  So, I said if he could climb up on the ladder and tape the balloons to the wall with the numbers under them, that would really help, and I would work on the bins and the binders.  So then Shelley says, "No, he shouldn’t be climbing up on a ladder.  This is your project, you started it, you do it."  I don’t even think she saw, but I just narrowed my eyes and turned around, thinking, ‘F*ck you, b*tch…’

So.  I don’t know what’s gonna happen with this babysitting job.  That’s the iffy thing.  I don’t know.  I don’t think the guy led that I was only a college-age student.  I think they wanted someone older.  So I’m back to the drawing board.  In fact, I’m ending this and I’m gonna go look through the classified ads in the Asbury Park Press right now.

Bye.