Mandy Moore's "band" looks like something you'd see on the kids' show The Wiggles. I should really stop watching The View, but there's really nothing else on and I needed a break from studying.
The brand Marcaol is marketing these new paper towels and toilet paper that are made from 100% recycled paper "so it's not made from trees." Ummm....where did that paper come from again? Oh yeah, a tree!
I have my surgical appointment at UIHC tomorrow, oy.
And here's where I get cranky and over dramatic, so if you have other things to do, you shouldn't waste your time with this.
There is a cake decorator at the bakery...duh (actually there are 2, and they both annoy me, but this is about one of them). She thinks she's God's gift to cake decorating because Wal-Mart asked her to come there (she didn't apply, they came to her). She evidently has several other jobs and was a manager at a bakery at a different grocery store at one point. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, she has taken a severe disliking to me. I absolutely cannot figure out what it is that I did or didn't do, but she just doesn't like me and she makes it known. For the record, this isn't just me being sensitive, she apparently made it her mission to get our department manager (who is my age) to quit when he first started there. Every Monday for the duration of the summer I work a packaging shift from 5am-2pm. Everying Monday for the last 3 weeks it's been the same thing, "Where's Marianne? I just love that woman, she's a mover..." (Marianne is the lady that packages the other 4 days out of the week and every other Saturday). I have no idea where she gets this from. Marianne is the slowest fucking person I've ever seen. When I come in on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 2 (when she's supposed to be done) there's still stuff sitting out that hasn't been packaged. When she's in on Saturdays (which is when I bake) I still manage to get more racks packaged than she does despite the fact that I having baking and prep to get done. She doesn't clean up after herself and she doesn't stock as she packages (which slows things down, but is also a lot more efficient than letting it all pile up). When she's not being slow she's off chating with one person or another. Gahhhhh!
And yesterday I was joking around with our dept. manager who was doing everything in his power to be in my way. I made a comment to the effect of that I was being slow because Matt was in my way. And again, for the record, I am not slow, in fact I'm pretty sure I don't stop moving the entire 9 hours I'm there. Well, this cake decorator made a comment about how it wasn't Matt's fault I was slow, I just was. To which I replied that I had finished packaging by 9 that morning (which never happens). She then decided to attribute my work to the baker, who had only packaged 3 racks, while I did the other 9.
And so I'm irritated. This woman hates me for no other reason than that I'm young (near as I can figure). She also seems to think that when I start up school again in the fall that I'll just leave (which also isn't true...hello, I have a wedding to pay for). She's rude and apparently thinks that berating me in front of my co-workers and customers will encourage me to work faster (maybe?). Well, I'm certainly not above my rebelliously teenaged methods of working at half speed just to piss her off more. I am at my wits' end with this woman. I can't even go to my assistant manager because she likes this woman. Also, I'm pretty sure any complaint I made wouldn't be anonymous and I'd catch even more flak for that since I'm fairly certain her response would be that she's "joking." Pretty sure my next project after this surgery will be to find a new job.
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