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One of them days...

It's been a really bad day. It started out decent enough. Played some brawl. Watched some living single. Went to work, where I would get paid.

Then I found out that I have to fill out a log for EVERY SINGLE DAMNED THING that I do tomorrow. That means that each time I package a product, I have to write down what product it was, what I did, when I started, when I finished. In essence, if I'm doing one product (because sometimes our product lots only have 1 of a product), it will take LONGER to write what I did than it would to do it. Then, if I label the same product (keeping in mind that it is only 1 single item in the lot), I still have to write that I labeled that one product, when I started and when I finished. Then, if I shrink wrap the product... you guessed it... I get to write that down, too.

It's funny, because my boss is mad about the amount of time it takes to do things on Saturday... and yet he does THIS... which basically just ADDS to the time, unnecessarily, that it takes to do things on Saturday.

I hate my job. I do. I hate my job. I hate my manager (as a manager). I hate my boss (as a boss). I love the people I work with. I love the money, even the aforementioned hated individuals, as people. I love the fact that I have health and dental insurance. I love the fact that I get vacation and sick time. I like to work, I do. I just hate stress that is not necessary, and my job has lately been giving me a shit load of unnecessary stress.

Then, I went to the bank with my mother. My mother knows how much I hate it when she does her errands AFTER she picks me up, because we all know damn well what time I get off, and she should do them before so that we can go home. Banks on Friday's are a pain in the ass. And no, I do not do direct deposit. I should, but I don't. I like having my check. I like taking it in. But after that we went to the liquor store. Then we went back TOWARDS my work because she forgot to give her rat ass little pet boy a present. Arg.

It gets worse... I come home, ready to watch AMC (EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT ERICA'S HAIR!!!! Even my mom was like 'the hell'd they do to her hair?'), and I'm looking for my home theatre remote. I leave the remotes on my bed, because I fall asleep with the tv on. So I like to have them close by so that I can reach them in case I wake up and need help falling asleep, you know? Two of the three remotes are found... but where's my home theatre remote?


Torn up by the dogs.

Because the dogs are using my room door as a bathroom exit to the back yard, and since my parents don't give a fuck, the dogs kick the remote off the bed and outside, where they proceed to chew on it and break it. This means that I can no longer have sleep timer on my dvd player, because that option is only accessed via remote control. That means that Golden Girls, Roseanne, Will and Grace or whatever else that it is that I use to fall asleep shall just repeat the menu over and over until I wake up...

Plus, I now have to use Donkey Kong 20 times in order to unlock something on Brawl. I hate Donkey Kong. I hate the character. I hate him as a fighter. Diddy for the win. But I can't use Diddy.

AND my internet is still acting all fucked up and refusing to stay connected.

I swear to god, I want to scream so loud and just start crying. This week has been horrible. Brawl is the only bright spot. And it's a damned good bright spot, but is it enough? No, not really.


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Mar. 15th, 2008 02:49 am (UTC)
Bwawwww. I'm sorry for the shitty day. I KNOW I'm going to have one tomorrow! But Living Single in the morning is a good thing! That would make my start of the day pretty fab. Just remember someone out there cares about you!~

So for Brawl, I'm bringing Tina, Daniel, Alex. Rene is coming later, don't know if he's bringing his GF and my coworker Keith might stop by. He lives in San Juan, so he said to call. !! It's coming up. GOOD TIMES. (I hope I don't suck too much!!)
Mar. 15th, 2008 02:56 am (UTC)
It's good to be loved!!!


You know I'd be there for you if you had one. So if you need to vent tomorrow, we can vent together!

And I'm not even lying about Erica's hair with my mom. She stared at that shit for like 5 minutes and was just like 'why!?!?' Sometimes we think the same. It's scary.

Indeed, and that episode of Living Single I watched was FUNNY!!! God, it was good times.

Tina and Daniel are coming again? That's great. Right now it's Me, You, Tina, Daniel, Alex and Sarah for sure. My coworker Louie is probably going to come. My cousin Eddie might come. My friend from college Brian might come. Throw in Rene and his girlfriend and Keith and that's 12 people! Of course, if they come in the middle of a tourney they're just going to have to watch until the next one starts, but that's okay!
Mar. 16th, 2008 12:25 am (UTC)
So how did it go? I was going to text you but I didn't have time. My Day wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, but I met a new resident, got scared by her, dropped all my paperwork and she was so mad that I got scared by her. (Cancer pt. Real bad..) and so I felt bad the rest of the day... Otherwise, I went to the gym and I'm home, YAY.
Mar. 16th, 2008 12:35 am (UTC)
It didn't go as bad as I thought it was going to be, either. I mean, my coworkers were late to work. I got there like at 6:45, and she didn't come until 7. She's the one with the key, so me and dad were just waiting in the car. Then she came, and she's supposed to come with my other coworker... but said other coworker was out cold. And she didn't come until like 7:45...

We were there until 12:15, and we didn't get all the stuff done that we needed to do, but my manager said that it was okay to leave the last project for Monday, because one of them had to leave at 12:30...

We spent most of our time bitching about my manager and her evil, evil ways.

But damn it sucked. There were SO MANY bags that needed to be heat shrank. And they weren't sealed right, so we had to redo like 30 of them. We could have finished that last thing if it weren't for the repacking...

What was so scary about the patient that scared you?

And did you get the hat that you wanted for your working out? You know, the M. Bison hat!
Mar. 16th, 2008 02:09 am (UTC)
So you didn't have to work for long, that's good. The pt. was just super young. I always get caught off guard like that. Can't handle that, it's a reminder I can go any minute, you know?

Also. NO HAT YET! I have seen them online but they are fake/party ones and I want one that will last! It's impossible to afford the real thing, (they go for 400.00++) but at least something that isn't so costumey. You know?

Mar. 16th, 2008 02:15 am (UTC)
5 hours on Saturday is long. We used to only have to work like 4 or so. Sometimes even less. There was one Saturday last summer when I only had to work 2 and a half hours. But now it's like packing on the work over and over. Overtime is good, but I'd take less money for my Saturday, thank you.

But next Saturday... next Saturday will be great!!!! Can't wait! Can't wait!!!

Spending that kind of money on a hat is insane... but lord knows how much you love to make with the accessories, so it's all good.
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