I Hate My Job

So much.

My manager is a complete and total asshole who doesn't understand that people actually have a life outside of work. He puts me on the schedule for the one day of the week I told him I COULDN'T work, so i now spend my entire Saturday on my feet, ringing in customer after customer. It is insanely busy on Saturday's, I don't want to be there. Whenever I ask him a question he answers me in a tone that basically makes me out to be an idiot. Like, why don't you know where that particular flower is Melissa? Hmm... MAYBE BECAUSE I DON'T SPEND MY TIME MAKING SURE I CAN DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN THE HUNDREDS OF PLASTIC FLOWERS WE SELL! He pops out of nowhere all the time, especially when you are doing something you shouldn't be doing. Friggin dwarfed ninja. He has no respect for his employees. Do you know how much it sucks to have to bite my tongue and let him walk all over me? Ugh.
And then we have one of his faithful hags. She snipes you constantly. Gawd, get a hobby. She also expects me to stock freight AND manage the register. Okay. So when I am in the next aisle and don't realize there is a line of customers, don't bitch at me. I'm only human, how much can I possibly do at one time?
I've been there for a year. A year too long. One year of my life I will never get back. The only good thing I got out of there so far are new friendships.
Working at craft hell has basically taught me that you can't trust anyone until they prove to you that they have your back, the dipswitch customers are always right, even when they are completely wrong and you know it, and taking pictures of yourself at work is all of a sudden a fucking national offense? Call the po-po. I'm a felon.
This is my "fuck you" to AC Moore. My fuck you which some backstabbing bitch of a co-worker will undoubtedly come across in their creepings of my personal life and then turn into mommy, who will then cause mass chaos by telling the manager, who will get pissed and threaten to sic corporate on me. All that for some employees trying to be less miserable and taking pictures for a jobs section of their yearbook? Bring it.

BEST EFFING BAND EVER <3

The Maine

Apple vs. Applesauce??

So in ceramics we had to make fruit. Nicole and I both made apples. Her apple looks like an apple. Mine doesn't. >=/


Can you guess which one is mine?



yea...

On a brighter note, my bowl came out okay!


But of course Nicole's came out better

Invisible Children

crunchy peanut butter sammich bitches

I'm baaaaack!
=] And I'm eating a peanut butter sandwich. Crunchy peanut butter. <3
Weird how when I was little I HATED chunky pb, but now I love it...

The Ex...

He didn't know how to touch, he didn't talk at all
It was always like we were separated by a wall.
I still don't know why I said yes
Maybe I wanted to be alone less?
Sure he was nice, caring, and cute
But I was so stressed til I gave him the boot.
Two months of nausea and days full of stress
I wondered if we could clean up this mess.
I gave him some time but he still didn't alter
I needed to leave him, I could no longer falter.
I worked up the courage and told him goodbye
He didn't see it coming, I still don't know why.

Hey There...

Ok so I randomly decided that I wanted a blog, so here I am. Why not make a blog after midnight? It's not like I have a history research project or a time capsule due next week, neither of which I have started. But that's because we have two weeks left of school and I just want out. I don't want to do any more work. I want to have fun. And trust me, researching death camps and the Holocaust is not my idea of fun.
So i just got back from picking my brother up at his girlfriends house. They had their rec dance tonight and then he went back to her house for a while. The entire ride there, all my mom did was bitch about everything, as usual. The entire ride back, all she did was ask Michael nonsensical questions about the dance. Honestly, she never shuts the fuck up, and I can't stand it. I defended Michael, saying look, he's exhausted and not in the mood for your ridiculous questions. Result: I got bitched at. As usual. How is it that she can let him stay out until 12:30 am and then bitch that she's exhausted and doesn't want to be out picking him up and that she didn't want him out in the first place? I'm telling you, parents suck. They are hypocritical, they are not understanding, and all they do is make their childrens lives hellish... sorta like a micro-holocaust at home.
I have to pee, so this blog must come to an end.