I was told by a customer today that I was not nice. My response was "okay" offered with no hesitation and little to no emotion. I just don't give a shit. A full time position in Flooring is soon to open up but when I expressed an interests in it, the guy who is leaving apparently went off others about how another girl wouldn't be good. He explained to me that there was a lot of heavy lifting. I explained to him that I use to be a Garden associate and would lift heavy shit on the regular. He expressed to me that that was not the same thing, that "Garden people run from here" with the department head of Garden standing right there at the desk with up.
I tried to keep my ire down, but it really pissed me off. I am deemed not able to lift things in Lumber or Flooring? In this store I would never have gotten a Garden position either I suppose. If they really don't give me a shot at Flooring that will be the last straw. I will just have to give my two weeks and hope that busting my ass for a job before my money runs out succeeds. I know it is not the smart thing to do but I can't anymore with the day-to-day if there is no certainty of better.
Starting sometime tomorrow though none of this will be a worry for me as I start my vacation. The next day I will wake up in my old bed under the same roof as my mother and sister and my dogs and that will be a nice respite from the increasingly aggressive thoughts I wake up with. Like when I was in a dream this morning and the tune of my phone alarm (theme to Warehouse 13) perfectly integrated itself into my dream so that I initially did not realize I needed to wake up. But when the song continued and then faded out in the specific way that I designed it to do, I jolted awake and damned everything around me for needing to do so. Not a good way to be.
I tried to keep my ire down, but it really pissed me off. I am deemed not able to lift things in Lumber or Flooring? In this store I would never have gotten a Garden position either I suppose. If they really don't give me a shot at Flooring that will be the last straw. I will just have to give my two weeks and hope that busting my ass for a job before my money runs out succeeds. I know it is not the smart thing to do but I can't anymore with the day-to-day if there is no certainty of better.
Starting sometime tomorrow though none of this will be a worry for me as I start my vacation. The next day I will wake up in my old bed under the same roof as my mother and sister and my dogs and that will be a nice respite from the increasingly aggressive thoughts I wake up with. Like when I was in a dream this morning and the tune of my phone alarm (theme to Warehouse 13) perfectly integrated itself into my dream so that I initially did not realize I needed to wake up. But when the song continued and then faded out in the specific way that I designed it to do, I jolted awake and damned everything around me for needing to do so. Not a good way to be.
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