My Goodness Gracious, Let Me Tell You The News…
Work called me at 7.15 this morning, just before I was going to leave, asking me if I could work at Northgate instead of Castledowns, because they were "having a serious staffing crisis there."
I don’t like Northgate. It’s too fucking busy. And people aren’t nice there like they are at Castledowns. Lianna didn’t remember my name, Cheryl is generally grouchy, Gail is always in a flap about something, Rocelyn wasn’t feeling too well, Remilyn is quiet all the time, Meg doesn’t get there until 11, and Ronald seems to pretty much dislike me in general. So I’m pretty much on my own when I’m there, unless people ask me to go do data entry at the desk – which is Cheryl’s job and I don’t think she likes it when anyone encroaches on her territory; you’d swear she’s pissed all over the chair, it’s so much hers that she almost hisses when you sit in it.
Hazel (a friend of the family) came up from Red Deer today, ate dinner with us, and then we went to a concert. My family has decided that they, too, dislike me enough to make my entire life a mockery in front of anyone who seems to like/care about me. I swear, they love it. It’s as though they think it’s utterly hilarious to do that kind of shit. They really get a fucking kick out of it.
Aside from the general mockery, I can’t make them happy anymore. I sweep and vacuum today, pick up groceries we needed, offer to run the dishwasher – I get thanked, yes, but then I get The Look like I did something wrong anyways. Which I fucking didn’t, for chrissake. I moved all the crap I had upstairs down to my room (which is still a total sty, if you’ve been keeping tabs on that project, thank you very much) – all my books and cds and movies and scraps of paper – got all my clean clothes from the laundry room, made the living room look pretty, and it’s still not fucking enough.
So the other night (Wednesday), I spent on the computer, searching Wikipedia for album art to update my iTunes library, and talking intermittenly to Erik who was distracted by a website he’s working on for a company/group/something. And then I cried for about 10 minutes. I’m PMSing. I hate life.
In other news, I put in my two weeks notice for Rona on Tuesday night, so I work this Saturday and next, and then I’m free. My mom said not to burn any bridges in case I ever need to get a job there again, which I hope I never have to do, but I’ll play nice anyways. They’ve stuck me in the garden centre/greenhouse tomorrow, but it’s been raining almost nonstop since sometime on Monday or Tuesday here, so hopefully that will fall through and I can chill inside and be warm and have people to chat with.
PLUS, they’ve changed my shift from 2.15 – 8.15 to 1.30 – 8.30, which will be hell on earth. Fucking extra hour. They can shove it. I don’t care if I’m only doing two more weeks, I do not want to stay late on either.
But I think Erik is going to pick me up after work tomorrow, which would make life feel better. If he does, we’re going to go to his place and play Wii games either with some of his friends, or maybe just the two of us. Friends are fine, just us is fine, a movie with his family is fine; I just want to see him before the weekend is over.
I have to call Cindy on Sunday, and I cannot forget to bring in my AGP cards tomorrow so that I can order stuff before Tuesday after next. I’ve already decided what I want too. They’ve got some pretty good stuff in their "catalogue," I gotta say.
In some more news, I’ve decided EXACTLY what I want as a gift on the next gift-worthy occasion:
– god’s gonna cut you down – johnny cash –