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Mar. 10th, 2005 12:49 amWell today was just spectacularly bad.
It's 12:50, I just got home, I'm tired, I'm starving and any second now I'm going to burst into tears like a little girl.
Spectacularly bad.
I admit, I can be good at overreacting - hell, sometimes I'm the Queen of Overreacting to stupid piddly shit - but tonight I think I'm actually managing fairly well.
Work was okay. I'm not loving my new job, which may not come as a huge surprise to some of you. The people at the new store are mostly okay, but there's a few of them that are old-timers, have been there forever, and they do not react well to changes. They give me and the other new managers the cold shoulder, as well as the new leads, and the new part-timers. It's starting to piss me the fuck off. They still do their jobs, so they can dislike me all they want, but grow the hell up, would you? I did not steal your goddamn Barbie doll, stop acting like a pouty toddler.
Plus, tonight my alarm code would not work. Would not. It was the right code - I checked about ten thousand times - but I couldn't get it to arm itself. Ended up calling the alarm service who couldn't really do anything over the phone, which I expected. Had to wake Tonya up and get her out of bed to come put in her alarm. After I hung up I put it in one more time, just for the hell of it.
Son of a bitch worked. *beats head against desk8 I swear it was the exact same code I'd been punching in for a half hour. At that point I gave up. Called Tonya, caught her before she left the house, and went home.
Not terrible, but annoying. And on top of the fact that I'm just generally feeling dissatisfied with my work, and I've been feeling lonely and left out in real life, well, it made for a craptastic night, that's for sure. And I got home just in time for everyone else to go to bed, so there's no one left online except Colleen who'll probably be logging off any second now. *sighs*
I'll get over it. I always do.
But I'm putting in for my transfer the SECOND my review comes in.
It's 12:50, I just got home, I'm tired, I'm starving and any second now I'm going to burst into tears like a little girl.
Spectacularly bad.
I admit, I can be good at overreacting - hell, sometimes I'm the Queen of Overreacting to stupid piddly shit - but tonight I think I'm actually managing fairly well.
Work was okay. I'm not loving my new job, which may not come as a huge surprise to some of you. The people at the new store are mostly okay, but there's a few of them that are old-timers, have been there forever, and they do not react well to changes. They give me and the other new managers the cold shoulder, as well as the new leads, and the new part-timers. It's starting to piss me the fuck off. They still do their jobs, so they can dislike me all they want, but grow the hell up, would you? I did not steal your goddamn Barbie doll, stop acting like a pouty toddler.
Plus, tonight my alarm code would not work. Would not. It was the right code - I checked about ten thousand times - but I couldn't get it to arm itself. Ended up calling the alarm service who couldn't really do anything over the phone, which I expected. Had to wake Tonya up and get her out of bed to come put in her alarm. After I hung up I put it in one more time, just for the hell of it.
Son of a bitch worked. *beats head against desk8 I swear it was the exact same code I'd been punching in for a half hour. At that point I gave up. Called Tonya, caught her before she left the house, and went home.
Not terrible, but annoying. And on top of the fact that I'm just generally feeling dissatisfied with my work, and I've been feeling lonely and left out in real life, well, it made for a craptastic night, that's for sure. And I got home just in time for everyone else to go to bed, so there's no one left online except Colleen who'll probably be logging off any second now. *sighs*
I'll get over it. I always do.
But I'm putting in for my transfer the SECOND my review comes in.
