Some Things Are Just More Important

    Well lets try this again. I wrote the entry two times, and each time myspace fudged it up and I thought I copied and pasted it, but I guess it didn’t take, which makes me mad coz I had this all typed out the first time. Either way I’ll just do it all over again.

            In a way this is kind of a rant mixed with some awesome news! Lately I have been working for Satan’s spawn, also known as my manager here at work. Things have come to a point in my life and career here where I just don’t care what happens next. (Meaning keeping my job or losing it.) Everything I do or don’t do is always wrong, and all the hard work I put in here is greatly under appreciated. Things are said behind employee’s backs by the manager, and there is so much tension and stress tied to this job because of her that it makes working here unbearable.  This job doesn’t give raises, it doesn’t allow room for promotions, there are no health benefits, bonuses, earned vacation time (paid or unpaid), employee moral, paid holidays or anything else that makes working here worth a person’s while. She often says we should be grateful that she has given us a job. But when I think on it, she should be grateful we work there for nothing. The pay certainly isn’t worth the turmoil she puts her employees through.

            Anyone who knows me knows how unhappy I am here. I feel as though I could care less if I were to lose my job or keep it. After Easter weekend, I very may well not work here anymore. Frank and I have been talking about seeing each other again, and he decided he wanted us to get away for a weekend. So we decided we’d get together from April 5th through the 8th. The only thing that made me doubt the happy reunion would be telling my manager I needed the days off. The conversation went as I expected it to. She griped and complained that I had already HAD my vacation and wasn’t entitled to two extra days off one week. She also complained and said who would cover my shift? The other three desk clerks you dimwit. I didn’t say that, but I was thinking it. She ran her mouth some more but I just walked out of the room and ignored her. She kept persisting wanting to know WHY I wanted off those days,  I kept telling her it was personal but she wouldn’t let that excuse slide. So (I’m Sorry Rach, lol) I said my friend in Indiana was getting married and I had to attend the wedding! A bold face lie, I know it was wrong. I didn’t owe her an explanation, but I just wanted to shut her up. I told the other girls I work with the truth, because they deserve to know why they’re covering for me.

            Unlike my manager, they can understand why my little “weekend” is important to me. At least to my face they understood! Either way, should my manager find out the truth, so be it. If she doesn’t, then good. Either way, I am NOT giving up my weekend because I work for a selfish S.O.B. That’s for sure. =)  So if it cost me my job, eh, there are other jobs that are better and I know I could get one! Also, I’d file a HUGE suit against my manager. I could gather up PLENTY of past employees who’d be happy to see something done about her. You know who you are! lol

       So anyway, Frank and I are spending that weekend in New Orleans, not at a wedding, haha. I am so excited to be going there with him because  he has talked about it for so long. Aside from where he lives, it’s his all time favorite city in America. I’ve never been and I bet he’s excited to show/share it to/with me. A weekend away with him is worth a million jobs. Maybe that’s a little careless or immature, but I feel I have earned it ya know? So I don’t feel TOO bad. I am not even worried. I am just going to go and have an awesome time, that’s for SURE. I can’t wait to see him again so soon. He hasn’t had good Cajun cooking in a long time, so I have a feeling all we’ll do is eat! I am gunna get so fat.