Finally

OK, she finally told me at lunch today, but not before someone she was talking to at work asked (in front of me) if they had set a date yet. She told me she wanted to talk to me about something, and I told her it was about time and that I was wondering if I was going to be told about the engagement prior to the wedding invitation showing up in my mail.

She just looked kind of surprised. I asked her if she honestly thought Ember wasn’t going to tell me. She said she didn’t expect her to. Right. I told her that Ember assumed I had gotten the same text message and that she had called to check on me and see how I was doing. Critter told me she didn’t want to let me know in a text message, and that’s actually why she called last night, so she could tell me, but we ended up talking about other stuff.

I was at work when she called, and TreeSap said that maybe she was finally going to tell me. When I got off the phone I told TreeSap she *still* hadn’t told me TreeSap shook her head and rolled her eyes and suggested that maybe Critter needed therapy for her relationship issues. Yeah, right there with you.

I told Critter today that I understood that she was happy and wanted to tell everyone, and she wanted to let me know in person, and not by text, but all she had to do was *not* tell Ember before she told me and there never would have been an issue. She said she was sorry I didn’t hear it from her first, and she really didn’t want to just send me a text.

Oh yeah, we really did have a much better night at work. There was one department that had something like thirty pallets of freight out on the floor, and they only got eight cleared. Bitchy senior manager asked me why I had all those pallets pulled to the floor when I only had two people working that department. I shot right back at her that I expected since the hourly manager in charge of that department was there they’d get a lot more done than they did. Hell, I threw eight pallets of frieght in the neighboring department on my own. Then she asked me why we waited so late to start pulling, we should have started pulling at 0600 to get the sales floor clear, to which I replied "we started pulling back at 0500, should I have waited?"

Then she gets on about the way the floors look. I have *told* her that the floors are not all going to be one color again until we get the whole store stripped and re-waxed. There are some parts of the floor that have twenty, thirty, or even forty coats of wax on them because Queeg would not let us strip them, she wanted us to keep on layering the wax on. She wanted to know where we stripped last night. I told her we weren’t waxing so why would we strip? She pointed out thecolor changes and I told her if we stripped without waxing we’d leave bare tile on the floor and then we’d have to replace the tile when we came back to wax. Then she wanted to know where they waxed the shift before, and when I told her she asked why we were over there when it didn’t look as bad as the area we were in. I told her because that’s where the facility manager told us to be and she should ask him.

And of course she *still* keeps trying to win, so she points at a work cart in the seasonal area that is full of shelves and signing and other supplies used to re-set an area. She wanted to know why my people had left them out. I told her my people weren’t setting seasonal, the day shift people were. She then asked me if it had been sitting there all night and why didn’t I see it earlier. I told her it must have been, and I wasn’t walking the store like I normally do, I was on the other side of the store working pallets away in the department our facility manager had told me to work in. At that point, since I’d grown tired of smacking her around, I turned away, called the operator on my radio and made the announcement that I was leaving for the day, then walked off. Stupid bitch, don’t try to screw with me when I’m pissed off *and* I know I’m right. And that wasn’t even a full-on Sith episode, I can be much, much nastier, so you understand why I try to keep myself dialed back.