Dumb Bagel

I swear, sometimes I hate my job. Well, no. Not my job. I actually really like my job. It’s just the district manager that I can’t stand. Last Wednesday, she came in, and she was nitpicking on a bunch of things about me, including the fact that I had left my bagel in the back, on the table. Well, she said nothing directly to me about the food, the assistant manager I was working with said that that’s probably why she was nitpicking so much on what I did. And she said that I shouldn’t leave food in the back on the table. So, I’m like, ‘okay, whatever.’ I’d just try to eat my bagel before I went in the store, because that way, it’s gone before the store opens. So, today, one of the other managers that I work with was there when I got there, so I didn’t get a chance to go to A&P and get one beforehand. Well, she and I went to the bank, and went to A&P when we got back. We still had about ten, fifteen minutes before the store opened, and she had told me that the DM would be there at some point. Well, we stood outside for a bit because she wanted a cigarette, and we thought we saw the DM’s car, but she said, that no, it wasn’t. We go in, and I put my purse in the cabinet, and bring my bagel and drink into the back, turn on the lights, and start eating the bagel, to get as much of i gone as possible if the DM did come early. Well, while I’m back there, putting my bagel on the shelf and about to come back out, the other person I’m working with comes in, and says that yeah, the DM was there, and that I was gonna be written up for eating in the back room. That I was already told it once, and the DM doesn’t want to have to say this stuff twice. Now frankly, this pisses me off, because, a.) I was never told NOT to eat in the backroom when the store wasn’t open, and we still had about ten minutes, the door was locked, no customers were in, and the lights had just been turned on. b.) no, SHE never told me squat. She had the assistant manager do it, and either she didn’t tell me everything, or the message was garbled between the two of them. c.) the manager I was with today told me, “go back and eat that” before the DM got there. And neither of us knew it was her. So, all in all, I’m not signing this write-up. I don’t find it fair, because I was never properly informed of it, and the store wasn’t even open when I was eating that stupid bagel!

Not to mention that I’m just all out depressed right now. I don’t know why, or over what, but I don’t have any drive right now. I hate feeling like this, but I don’t know what to do in order to not feel like this. Not to mention that . . . it’s like I don’t want to bother putting out the effort to become happy again, because, really, what’s the point? I’m just going to get back in an odd mood like this again at some point soon.

Oh, there is an upside in all this. I tried my laptop today. Except for the fact that the CD drive sticks, so I have to manually open it, the keyboard and left mouse button are shot, and the disk drive is wrecked, everything else is okay. I can replace the other things, and I can access the things on My Documents. Thank God. I still hold to my promise. I’m never drinking iced tea again, as long as I remember that laptop. And I’m certainly never drinking anything around it again. It, or the new one.

“I’m going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Good-bye.”