Oh yes. More whining. I would feel bad if more people read it, but since no one does, I don't mind. I'm a little like one of those Facebook friends who just post depressing ass shit on their walls and don't ever have anything good to say. Maybe I should take this post in a different direction, then. On the bright side, I am not morbidly obese or fugly. Kay, now that we were positive, let's get to what I am really thinking.
I have come to the conclusion that I hate my job. At first, when I applied to Craft Warehouse, I was excited because I figured I would resume my artsy fartsy status. I was not-so-pleasantly surprised when I found out I would be working in the frame department, which is hopelessly understaffed, even now.
First, there is the department manager. He is one of those guys that just looks intimidating. I didn't really mind that, because my dad is that way, and I know otherwise. When I first got to know him, he just seemed funny, however, he has gotten increasingly offensive. For example, he was talking about going home early, and all the things he was going to do. I told him to think of me (because I was closing, and I wanted him to feel at least a little guilty)..... He then proceeded to ask me how I wanted to be thought of. Which was a weird question to begin with, but I just answered "fondly." So he made a big huge deal about how I said FONDLING..... and I got embarrassed and nervously laughed while turning crimson. On top of his continual pedophilia, he is also really really selfish. He only hires people who have never framed before so that he can mold them after his liking, which is just another way of saying that he likes things done his way, and not any other way.
Second, there is this really nice British lady, who I think is quite nice, but she never really works, but she does have kids... I guess I hold nothing against her.
AND THIRDLY, there is this dumb whore who just likes attention. She pretends that she is way too cool for me, way more indie, way more pretty, way more successful, she has a way better boyfriend, no one appreciates her, she just does everything right, so she will ignore me and .... you get the picture. She also has pretend panic attacks. The reason I know they are pretend is because she has only had them when we are alone together and manager and British aren't there. She also acts like a baby to make everyone think she is cute. She has a delinquent boyfriend that she lives with at his parent's house, and she gets drunk even though she isn't of age. Though I will admit I did it once, I didn't do it again, and I don't tell everyone to get attention and make them think I am cool. She complains that she doesn't get the right hours, but she goes to parties all the time (or so she says) so she must have some kind of time. She will also embarrass me in front of customers about the dumbest things. AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, she likes to make me deal with the customers she's pissed off.
All I wanted was an easygoing retail job. Instead, I manufacture things and produce drama just by being there. If I quit, I will screw over everyone in the frame shop, which I wouldn't feel bad about besides British. I just want less responsibility. I don't get paid enough for all I have to do. I don't have a life anymore. I don't know how people have two jobs ever. That seriously earns some hats-off and boy scout salutes or something.
I just want to be pretty.
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