Fleener's Xanga

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Thu, 08 May 2008 13:50:17 GMT

A couple serious blogs today put me in the mood to write one myself.

I am trying to get over this notion that I need to avoid doing things that might cost me friendships. I've already learned the hard way, several times, that when that happens, those people who get up and leave the room weren't really friends anyway. Well, as long as the action wasn't that bad.

When I first started my store, I let some people buy things on credit. That seems so long ago it doesn't feel like it's a part of my life, really. But somewhere here in my apartment is a list I printed when I had to sell the Amiga computer I had then, of the people who owed me money and how much. It's a couple thousand dollars owed by several dozen people. Back then a couple thousand dollars was an entire month of sales. Not profits, the sales. So a couple thousand in profits would have been 3 or so months of sales. And as desperate as I was at that time, sharing my apartment with 5 other people, and paying bills on one credit card after another, I was afraid of losing a friend by not letting them walk all over me.

One day I wouldn't allow someone to buy on credit. His room mate at the time owed me over a hundred dollars and hadn't made a payment for a while. I stupidly mentioned that to him. That was stupid on a couple levels, mainly because it wasn't anyone's business but the guy who owed me the money. I did it because I was desperate and wanted him to tell his friend, thinking how friend would come pay me. Instead, they both went together and opened a rival game shop in town. My store outlasted theirs, maybe because the foundation of my business wasn't revenge but to give people something to do as cheaply as possible. Nah. That foundation doesn't stand these days either. It was because they looted their own store whenever they wanted a game.

I had another friend give me this reason for not paying me when I let him buy something on credit: (paraphrased though I can still hear it in my head) "You have an apartment and a car and a business, you don't need my money." I had a car that belonged to my parents and like I said, I shared a 2 bedroom apartment with 5 other people. And the things I sold him for $250, I was only making $10 profit off.

Letting people buy on credit is like giving out free money. That is just one of the many things I did that caused me to hate the store and myself and other people.

I don't know if I did it for attention or to be the good guy or what my mental problem is. I have a host of mental problems, I'm sure. If I could find a psychologist (or whatever) who wasn't full of shit I'd like to find out just what is wrong with me.

When I sold the store, also, several people I thought were friends just disappeared. They were new friends of the new guy who bought the store. So, really, how blind was I? They weren't friends, just people hoping for a hand out I suppose.

I wish there was some sort of way of knowing who is a real friend and who isn't. Barring some major drama that weeds out the false ones, I just don't know of anything. And making up some drama to try and weed them out? That's a worse idea that committing to a friendship with someone who isn't a real friend.

I don't have a whole lot of friends here. There are a couple people I'd like to be friends with but they don't show any sign of wanting the same thing. They know who they are. So I decided to stop trying. I'm wasting time on them when I have other friends I can do things with. and some of the friends I have now have popped out families and don't have a lot of free time. I understand that, but I miss them. And some of my friends here are probably so annoyed by me they don't like to come around all that often.

Which I suppose is why I really want to move. Far from here. I'll know who was a friend by who stays in touch through email. Then I could make plans to go visit them and, I guess, be like normal people who do that sort of thing. Because right now, most of those people are too busy or maybe too tired of me to want to hang out. And in a new place, I have nothing to offer but myself. No store to give credit, no money to loan, no connections, so maybe the friends I'd make in a new place would be the real ones.

Well, enough rambling. I was going to have a point but I don't think I managed it.

Take a survey and slow your computer down!

Wed, 07 May 2008 21:24:32 GMT

Yeah, Xanga, you rule. Not in a good way either. This survey thing, to get 2,000 credits? I fell for it. Well, I participated because it was something to do and I thought it'd be cool to get enough credits to give someone free lifetime. However, there's only been 2 surveys. One which pointedly asked no pertinent questions for any subject whatsoever, and the current one, which has been the current one for weeks now. It's for Neilsen ratings, and installs software that slows your computers ass way down. Mine was taking an extra 25 seconds to even boot up, so God knows how much it was slowing down the thing running.

Yeah, 25 seconds isn't a lot of time. Set a timer for 25 seconds and stare at your computer until it goes off, and wonder what the hell is loading that takes 25 seconds. Wondering that makes 25 seconds seem like an eternity.

So I uninstalled the Neilsen thing and whallah, 25 seconds less time to boot up like it was before. But I don't have these 40 billion credits it takes to give someone lifetime Xanga, because there's no new surveys. Sigh.

So, yep, I fell for it. Never again though... until next time.

I wrote this having just sent my sister an email telling her to stop sending me chain letters in email. Jesus. No, AOL will not donate 32 cents to some kid with cancer every time an email is forwarded. Mainly because the whole world would suddenly have a kid with cancer, and also mainly because there's no fricking way they could track an email being sent all over the damn world.

The only thing anyone ever gets from forwarding email is the disrespect from those they send them to, and maybe the recipient feeling a little sorry for said person and wondering how they allowed such a sucker into their network of friends. Really.

Damn if I don't seem all negative today. I'm not, just haven't eaten yet.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:08:27 GMT

Today, being a day I had too much free time on my hands so I am making homemade spaghetti sauce and still finding myself bored (trying real hard not to play World of Warcraft you see) I decided to look through my bookmark list and offer up a sampling of stuff I like.

Firstly, my favorite online comic Cyanide & Happiness. Here's a sample.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

If it's cut off it's because Xanga isn't behaving for crap today. Click it and view the site and the full picture.

A new comic every day! It is exactly what I wanted my comic to be, except that every time I sit down to make a new comic my brain shuts off.

Also, I like to go over to Pandora and listen to a bunch of music I can't possibly afford to buy myself, although I'm slowly working on it. Some of this music I have found out about from Jason, and some that Pandora played while playing what he told me about. It's a station of music that, for the most part, I had never heard the songs before and sometimes even the band itself, before until the miracle of the Internet intervened. You know, it wasn't that long ago, epochically speaking, that I was asking how people find out about new music when all the radio stations play is either the oldies or the new pop trash I can't even classify as music. Mind you, I don't like all the music played on this channel, I'm giving the thmbs down still to songs quite often. Well, here we go. Pandora.

"Fleener's Favs"

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:50:32 GMT

This should be a 2 parter. Part one for uber geeks and part 2 for people who don't want to become someone interested in part 1.

Part 1.

I want to sell my World of Warcraft account. I never want to play this God damn game again. >breathe<
Ok, let's not even go there.

I want to sell it, and either I will give the person who wants to buy it the account info, or if you don't trust that, you can start a new account with my billing information (name and address) and I will move the characters to your new account. That way you don't have to worry about me knowing the secret words to come take the account back over again. If that made any sense.

The account has Horde characters on Garona - level 70 mage, rogue, hunter, warrior and priest, and a level 66 warlock. The rogue has a special epic flying mount from a WoW card game card, which had I know would have sold for about $600 by itself. But of course, I didn't know. There's about 2500 in gold as well in total, I had to scrounge 5k for the epic flying skill. Tradeskills you will have are 375 engineer, leatherworking, tailoring, and alchemy. Also have something like 366 blacksmithing and 365 jewelcrafting and I'm probably missing something. I didn't bother to mention gathering skills, they're all maxxed and duplicated on toons (ie 2 or 3 have mining).

(I can also move a 70 paladin and a 64 rogue with maxed enchanting skill to the account if you wanna spot me the $50 to do so.)

The account is a collectors edition account, so you have the special pet on every toon you make.

Also, for Alliance, I have a 66 rogue and 61 druid on Skywall.

I never ever want to play the game again. Selling the account is the only way to ensure that.

Part 2.

Frito Lay reposted the job. I officially hate them now.

I need to make some serious changes in my life, soon, because I'm seriously having some thoughts I shouldn't be having.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 16:12:15 GMT

So, I'm bored.

Bored with online games, bored with writing my game, bored with looking for jobs I don't want to do anyway.

And tired.

Tired of living in an apartment, tired of having no money, and definitely tired of living in Wyoming.

But, in an effort to not be entirely negative;

I love the way Firefox's spell checker lets me right click to correct a word, I love this freaky granola-type cereal I found at Albertsons even though it's really just a bag of oats, and I love reading your sites and seeing that I'm the laziest ho on here. No, really. If some of you were lazier than me, I'd probably just crawl back into bed for a week to compete.

I actually had nothing to say, except I have three friends I watch The Wire with. Matt is on season 1, Shane is on season 2, and Wade is on season 4. It's a good thing I like the show. If you haven't seen it, give it a try. But try 2-3 episodes before you make up your mind.

Edit*
Oh yeah, here's an example of how selfish I am. I'm not sure if I mean selfish or self-centered. Pick one and run with it.

A couple weeks after quittign OfficeMax, I was called by one of the ladies in HR and she did an exit interview over the phone with me. I answered as honestly as I could, trying to keep my opinions on how much the place sucked to myself and giving my ideas on why certain things seem not right and how it seems they could be, and I made sure to point out that "maybe there's a reason we do some of that stuff that seems backwards and completely unnecessary, but none of us know the reason. if we did know the reason, I'll be a lot of people would be ok with doing those things, or who knows, someone might think of a better way to do it."

Honestly, I was pretty damn nice and considering how much I hate that place and everythign they do, I think I gave a lot of helpful advice. Not necessarily anything they should change or implement as much as the way the people in the cube farm see things and why.

Iit was a 45 minute phone call, and she told me she was writing everything down.

And the really self-centered part of that?

She was fired a few weeks ago, and all i can think of is "What if she took some of my ideas to her boss?"

You know, her boss would have been that worthless wench who told me it was my fault I had to walk out of the training class.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 16:21:08 GMT

I really don't like this new-fangled shit. I'd like to make the new interface go the hell away and have it back to when I log on, I'm looking at my last piece of tripe and I can click comments or click add update. Now I sit here looking at a mess of crap all over the screen trying to find where I click to add new tripe.

Obviously I found it.

Well, I was avoiding the place. Mainly because, even though there really are a lot of jobs out there (here at least), I don't qualify for a majority of them. You know, crap like a nurse or welder or environmental specialist.

There are also the grouping of jobs I call "things I suppose I could do if I spent a little time learning them" like rodeo clown or CDL truck driver.

There's also that very large group of jobs that won't pay enough to cover rent, like secretary, parts runner or lawn maintenance.

And the last category, jobs I wouldn't mind doing and actually pay at least $9.50 an hour so I can continue paying bills. Those are jobs like Home Depot sales rep, Office Depot sales rep, Staples sales rep and Frito Lay route driver.

And, somehow, with 24 years in the sales and customer service field, those are the jobs I'm being turned down for. All of those places have turned me down. I honestly don't know what the hell is up with the world right now. I consider myself a good worker. I'd say a decent worker, but then I worked at OfficeMax and saw the level considered as decent worker and I think I did better than that. I don't show up late, I don't call in sick unless I'm really really sick, I don't bitch about what I have to do (to anyone that matters at work at least), and I actually do what I'm supposed to and while I'm doing it, I put on a friendly face so people don't realize how much I might hate what I'm doing.

The lady at Job Service suggested I change my resume to say I was manager of Level 12 rather than owner. I did that, even though I disagree with that. And promptly got turned down by Frito Lay who, supposedly, is very desperate for help. That means I'm not qualified to drive around in a truck, even though I have no moving violations on record since I was 19, and open boxes of product and place them upon shelves in various stores. If you removed the drive around part, an 8 year old could do that job. And driving around? A 17 year old can do that. But I can't, I guess. I harp on that particular job because it started at $35k a year, a wage I could be incredibly happy with. A wage that is more than twice the best paying job I have ever had in my life. I honestly feel like crying when I think about that.

So I've been pretty damn depressed lately, and sort of staying away and not bothering anyone. And I told myself when I write I'm not going to whine. Damn me.

What I have been doing is blowing my emergency money I had stashed away so I can pay rent.

I've also been working on a role-playing game I'd like to finish and maybe try and publish. Even though I don't think, in this day and age, people sit around playing those much anymore.

I'd also like to own my own business. That coffee shop idea I mentioned a while ago I still think is a good idea, but it'd have to be in the perfect spot, and I don't know that spot, so until I find it that idea is just sitting on the back burner.

I also looked into registered a wiki sort of deal to have my ideas for an online game all put down and linked up, but since I see that online game idea as so completely not ever going to happen, such a pipe dream I don't even have the pipe, I can't make myself do anything towards that but wish God didn't hate me so much as to let me think of the ideas and offer no way to implement them. I also see some of them being put into online games coming out soon, so I suppose I could see how well they really work in a game all.

And I've been sitting around playing some online games to kill time. When you're waiting for a call for a job, you have to do something. I have a friend who thinks it's a bad idea to be here, able to answer the phone in case a job offer calls. He thinks that shows how desperate I am if I'm here to answer a call in the middle of the day. I think that theory is fucktarded. If I'm not working, I don't think it's a sign of desperation that I'm home when a call might arrive. if anything, it might be a sign that I'm a lazy shit, but I don't think the person calling to offer a job would think anything but "hooray I placed my call and talked to someone and now my list of tasks is one item shorter." I think my theory of someone saying to themselves "We need someone right now, it's between these 3 people, I'll call and see who's available" is slightly less realistic. The truth is they'd probably leave a message, but I don't like to take chances.

The only other things that has happened is: I have gained weight sitting here on my ass writing a role-playing game, playing online games, and job seeking over the internet. So, really, a win-win thing, if you hate me.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 16:50:33 GMT

First, I wanted to say thanks for your comments. It feels a little better knowing it's not just me. Apparently I set my standard of what to expect in a work environment too high, which is pretty pathetic considering how I don't feel like they are set nearly high enough.

Secondly, I just quit.

I did hand in my 2 weeks notice 2 days ago. I thought, what the hell, I don't ever want to go back to that place but I should do the right thing. It'll leave them short handed for phone orders on the Reliable Office Supplies side of the business, because 2 other people are quitting at the end of the month - they're moving out of state. But it was going to leave them short handed anyway, as they canceled the Reliable training class because they pay less than any of the fast food places in town offer, so hardly anyone applied. I'm not kidding. Not kidding at all.

But, today, faced with a call from a customer who bought a typewriter (from me even, 2 days ago!) and who received a used, and defective typewriter, I had enough. I can deal with a company run like shit for a while and try to keep my head above it all and pretend to be happy and cheerful on the phone even while I crave nothing more than a loaded pistol in my mouth. But I can't deal with fucking fraud, and that is what that was. It was not listed in the catalog as a used typewriter, but that is what she got. And that was not the first phone call like that I have gotten in my 6 months there. I can call one or 2 of them mistakes, after that, fuck you, it's fraud.

Let me also explain how things should work, and in fact do work in many companies. You buy a pair of jeans and they don't fit right, you can exchange them. They put them on the rack and call them new. I think, but I'm not sure, if you wash them, you can't return them. Also, you can't return underclothes at all. Thank God.

But you buy a computer, or stereo, or a car, and try to return it, even that same day, and it's now used. It's electronic, or has a lot of parts that could have been fucked with, most likely not, but why take the chance. It's expensive, you should have thought about it better beforehand. Now it's used, they may or may not take it back (they will if you just want to exchange it for a working one) but they will charge you a restocking fee, because now they have to sell it as used.

A typewriter with pen and pencil marks on it, and with a nearly completely used ribbon (you know, with all the imprints from people typing) constitutes a used typewriter, not a new one that might have looked used. So fuck you, supervisor who suggested that to me over the phone when I called to ask about how often we like to defraud customers.

Fuck you, OfficeMax. I busted my ass, in 2 months I had my stats where they weren't expected to be until I'd been there for 6 months. I never called in sick, I worked over time, I never showed up more than 1 minute late and I never spent one single second in project so I could chat with my friends like half the place does a good 30% of the time they are there. My 2 weeks notice became zero notice. I wouldn't go back there if I had no other option. That was already the case, but why not burn every bridge you come across? Especially when they lead to a kingdom of shit.

And I'm not going to tell you to not shop at OfficeMax / Reliable Office Supplies. You can shop anywhere you like. But they won't ever see a dime from me, and I feel strongly enough about this to use the actual name of the shithole I wasted 6 months of my life in. A place so fucked up it made me sad to have rid myself of a place so fucked up I was unbelievably unhappy in a hell I created myself. Well, at least i created that hell, the OfficeMax hell is its own beast and I don't need a bridge to that fucker.

But I do need a job, and quickly.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 11:44:11 GMT

I'm pretty sure I'm defective. Let me paint you a picture and we'll see just how defective.

I get the Enterprise Customer Service job at work. I got it because someone else either quit or turned it down after they got it. Doesn't matter, it's $1 an hour more and I am falling behind on bills so I need it.

During the time I spent in the training class, of which I should have a couple more weeks to go, I endured the following plus some things I've probably left off the list:

A 20 minute session where the women in the class discussed their last period

A 20 minutes discussion on peoples dogs

The trainer repeatedly taking and making personal calls on her cell phone in the middle of class

Sitting bored for up to 20 minutes after our breaks ended before the trainer decided to come back to class

Idiots in the class goofing off so much they fell behind what we were doing even though the 3 minutes procedure we were doing had dragged on for over 1.5 hours already.

The guy 2 people away from me constantly picking his nose, rolling his boogers into balls and then dropping them on, into, and around his keyboard

A friend of mine accusing me of lying about my work hours, and the subsequent termination of the friendship that had lasted somewhere around 20 years.

And finally, my increasing guilt about not being able to take my final 2 classes to finish my degree due to my new work schedule and lack of funds.

There were many lesser annoying things to fill in the gaps. I finally got up and walked out of the classroom 20 minutes into the discussion about periods. When the trainer confronted me at the door, I told her I was going back to my cube and doing my old job, and if I wasn't allowed to do that, I was getting my coat out of my cube and leaving the building.

So I sat in my cube and tried to help customers over the phone, but I had to hit after call after every single one of them because I felt like going home and either crying or sticking the business end of a gun in my mouth. And I don't have a gun.

Every chance I had of a promotion, every chance I had at making enough money to break even on my bills, just went away. And the friendship that ended? Well, I guess it wasn't much of one anyway seeing as how he thinks I'm a liar and can't be trusted. But it's still a shame.

So late that night when I came home, I updated my resume and looked for jobs. And like before I took this shitty job, the jobs out there that I qualify for pay what I'm making now or less. So the culmination of my time spend here on earth and the jobs I have worked for 20 straight years have added up to... at best $9.00 an hour. Which is the same amount of money a kid still in high school can make, because they're the exact same jobs.

But wait, it gets better.

A couple days later after doing just my old job in my cube and hating myself every single second of it, I get a company email from the head of the HR department. She wants to talk to me about why I walked out of the training class. I had already explained to my supervisor why I was back at my old job, but I saw this meeting as a good thing. I did not know my supervisor had already talked to her boss and this woman.

So, now back on my old schedule where I have Mondays off (and fresh from only having Sunday off due to the training class), the meeting is scheduled, of course, for my day off. I didn't mind, I was looking very forward to getting off my chest why i had walked out of the class. And, again, I didn't know my supervisor had already told her.

So I show up a bit early, and decide to check my company email while I wait. Amongst all the bullshit they send out is one from the HR supervisor. She has rescheduled the meeting for Tuesday. So I came in on my day off for nothing and no one bothered to call me. That's just so..... oh, I don't know, professional? Maybe the opposite.

On Tuesday I wait with anticipation while taking orders over the phone. Finally it's 2 PM and I go to the meeting. During the meeting, I was informed that the problems in the class were my fault. And that I should have come to talk to this woman about them, but I didn't so that also was my fault. And in fact, it was somehow my responsibility to know that the meeting was rescheduled and not have replied to her email with my own that said "Oh, I wish I had known that before I came in on my day off."

In fact, her response to my email, in person, was, "Well, I'm sorry I was sick and had to take a day off."

Good one there, lady. I don't even have my associated degree in human communications yet and I know that isn't a proper response. Maybe if you're 12 years old I suppose.

Also, "It's not my responsibility to know your schedule." No, bitch, but you do have it right there on the computer and someone could have looked and called anyone she had a meeting with that day. But I expect too much sometimes, I understand that it would have required someone to do something.

I was also told that it was my responsibility to let her know if the class was goofing off, even though she was the trainer's supervisor and her fucking office door is directly across the hall from the class room, 4 feet away, and both doors are usually open. She never noticed or heard anything going on inappropriate. I failed to understand then that it was my job to supervise other people and report on them.

I restrained myself from saying several things, and also from getting up and walking out of her office in the middle of the meeting. Then I went to my cube and tried to take calls, but there was just no fucking way. When my supervisor appeared, I asked her if I could go home. She decided to have a meeting with me about how the other meeting went. I told her it felt like I'd just been sent to the principals office for doing something I didn't do and then have the principal not care whether I did it or not. So I went home, not getting paid of course for the last few hours of the day.

And finally, almost done here.

The next day I asked my supervisor if I could talk to the general manager. That person wasn't there that day, so I had a meeting with my supervisors supervisor. That woman may not ever do anything about anything at all, but at least she let me tell my side of the story. She listened to me tell her that I saw no future for myself at that company and it depressed the hell out of me that I was made to feel that way. I avoided telling her how other people there should be doing their jobs and how the place failed it's own employees. When I left that meeting, I felt like I'd just talked to someone who knew, at least, how to deal with people. Whether she does anything or not, it doesn't matter. It's not going to change the place or how I feel about it or the fact that I need a new job.

And for the first time since, I seriously started to wish I still had my store.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 17:38:20 GMT

The price of gasoline is not out of control.

It isn't ever going to go down very much, and will, in fact, slowly go up. I know this for a fact. I have proof even. For example, what did women do during World War I when panty hose were hard to get and very expensive when you could get them? They took extra care of the ones they had, they saved and scrimped to buy them when they could find them, and they drew fake ones onto their legs when the occasion wasn't important enough to warrant risking actual ones.

And what do people do with gasoline more than twice the price is was just a few short years ago? How do they conserve what they use? They don't. There is no visible change in the number of people driving per day, and certainly no change in their driving habits.

The day every other son of a bitch on the road stops gunning their engine to swerve around someone else, just to slam on their brakes to make a turn, when they could have just driven behind that other person for half a block longer and then turned, thus avoiding being a total jackass and not burning half a gallon of gasoline they didn't need to burn - the day that happens? That is the day gasoline is priced too damn high.

I hope everyone had a fun-filled and/or peaceful holiday/vacation. If you had to work and it was no different than any other day, I hope at least you got paid time and a half. And if you didn't, consider this (and this also applies to the woman at the checkout counter in Albertsons just now):

If you hate your job so thoroughly that you cannot even pretend to be pleasant to the customers you are there to serve, quit your God damned job. When you cannot even fake it any longer, you need to quit. And, you bitch, if you ever throw a 10 pound bag of potatoes on top of the bag with the graham cracker pie crust in it again, you will walk down the aisle and get me a new pie crust. Jesus.

You know, I hate the public. I have hated the public for years and years and years. I hate my job as well. I hate it so much every singe second of every single day I spend at work I am stunned that I am sitting there when I could be walking out. But, I am still completely convincing when I answer the phone to take someone's order. I am sickeningly helpful and friendly and if any of you overheard me, you would never think it was me.

So, anyway, I got my grades for my 2 classes. I got an A in both, but let's face it, when you have 2 classes it's not that hard to get a good grade. And when those 2 classes are in the communications department, you cannot fail if you try at all.

Now I am 6 credit hours shy of the degree that will help me nearly as much as a year of prison would. I can't pay for the 2 classes though, and my job has rescheduled me so I have to be at work during the time the 2 classes I need meet. So, here's how my brain processed this information. if you're a scientist like rache, you will find this devastatingly fascinating. Otherwise, you might want to just skip to the next person on your reading list:

1. See new work schedule and discover your 9am-10am class and 12:30pm - 2:pm class take place during your new and not improved 9am-6pm work schedule.

2. Apply for one of the 2 job openings at work, probably available because more people are quitting than ebing hired.

3. Actually get one of the jobs, then see it has the exact same work schedule.

4. Get a letter in the mail seeing how much the 2 classes will cost to attend, and notice the balance in the check book is about half of that.

5. Drop both classes and decide to take them over the Internet later when I have money.

6. Realize that I have this shitty job because they will work around a college schedule, and with no college schedule, I don't need to keep working at this shitty job. or the promotion job, which pays just slightly more than they pay at McDonald's right now to flip burgers.

7. Go put self back on the available list at the temporary agency and tell them a customer service job is no longer out of the question but it better pay better than the $9.00 I'm getting now.

8. Take down cartoons off cube wall at work in preparation, and hope, of a new better paying job elsewhere.

That thought process took 2 days. I'm slow like that.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 04:20:06 GMT

Since that last update, 6 more people have quit. And zero more have been hired. Maybe that's normal for this time of year, I don't know, but there are fewer people working there than when I started.

And something funny. In a way.

That supervisor job, which was given to someone outside of the place? Even though many people working there applied and no one was given an interview because someone higher up had a friend? That person quit after 3 days. I'll bet they're kicking themselves now for fucking the whole place over. Since I wasn't going to get the job anyway, it's funny.

I have officially been turned down for the mentor job and the customer service job. No reason given for the customer service one at all. I've only been there 4 months and the place is retarded or I'd start to take it personally.

It's now a game for me to come in and look at the picture board and see if more pictures have been removed. So, that's 11 people since Thanksgiving. Plus the new supervisor who didn't stay long enough to even have a picture.

on another note, Morgan gave he his old Ipod nano. I have no idea how to use it. I tried to copy one song from my computer onto it and for 2 hours now it has been flashing "do not disconnect." Sure thing bub. I'll be turning the computer off, though, and going to bed, so whatever it is it's doing? It's out of luck.