Thursday, February 9, 2006

I dont know whether to shout in joy or sob in....somethingness...
I quit my job friday... I was working on a scrapbook display for my manager and the senile old-um.....well, she said I had never gotten the project approved by her and that it was too complex and that I wasn't supposed to be working on it on the clock.

Which, I would like to state, for the record, is a load. the first thing out of my mout to her when I first started on it and showed it to her was "I was thinking of doing a scrapbook display for altered fabric books, what do you think?" and she said: "Oh I love it this is beautiful."

Does that sound like a green light to you? Cause it sounds an awful lot like a green light to me.

So I'm halfway into it and she gets all indignant and tells me it's MY PERSONAL project and I was only supposed to be working on it during my break.

Hello? I don't scrapbook! I'm one of the most un-crafty people you are ever gonna meet! What the blazes am I going to do with a cloth bound book full of fake maps and references to places I would never be able to go if they existed!?!?!?!

To top it off, someone spilled bleach around the register during my day off. I'm just glad this one customer Ann Marie didn't come in-She has severe chemical allergies, it would probably have hospitalized her. It made me so sick I had to go home with a migrane. I told my (ultra cool and a bag o' chips) supervisor I was going to quit, went back, and signed the papers, and went home sick. I was sick all weekend, and and had to call in sick on monday. I dont work on tuesdays.

So today, wednesday, I come in and my manager tells me She knows I gave two weeks notice, but since I didn't show up on monday (she put that on my papers, by the way-not that I was sick because some idiot spilled toxic chemicals all over my station, but because I "didn't show up for work") she was going to expediate things and I was to leave right then and there.

I wanted to throttle the b- ahem. I was very nice though. The model of etiquette. Smiled, shook her hand, said it had been a pleasure working with her (please God forgive me you know I only lie when I dont want to bite someone!) and left.

So I took myself shopping for some new pants and got me some ice cream and walked across town to DragonNova's house and watched Kino's Travels till my mom came looking for me.

I can't decide whether it was a good day or a bad day... I didn't even realize how upset I was 'till I got home and my Unicorn asked me what was wrong (how he does it I will never know that man can read me like a large print book) and I started crying.

But I hated working at Beverly's Crafts. I'm glad I don't have to anymore.

Oh, and for anyone who hasn't heard yet: Sora from Kingdom Hearts is Cloud and Arieth's secret child.




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