August 14, 2000
Ok, so even though I'm trying hard to keep the layout and design of the page looking uniform, I couldn't help but doing some experimenting. This background looked so "Matrix"-esque, that I had to use it. Webmasters and mistresses all over the world are gasping in horror, but guess what? *I DON'T CARE*. :)
So what do I have to write about... hmmm. I don't think I have much, really. As usual, there isn't much going on; nothing exciting to report. You guys must think my life is really fucking boring. It's not, really, I guess that I just prefer to keep most of my drama to myself and to a few close friends. Sorry. :)
Hm. News. Well, let's see. I have an interview with the District Manager of my Barnes & Noble on Friday, and I'll no doubt walk out of there as the new cafe manager. Wheeeeehooo. I hear that I'm supposed to do a few days of training at another store in South Jersey, which means they have to put me up in a hotel. Sweeet. Party time, yo! That is, if any of you folks want to join me... it's not exactly a party if I'm by my lonesome, is it? :) So this is good news. More money. Harder work, but that's alright. Looks good on the old resume, I guess.
I'm taking another vacation soon. Well, not really a vacation; it's just for a weekend. But it does involve me being on airplanes, so that's cool. I'm going 2000 miles away... for a Fangoria convention. Am I nuts, or what? :) I'm becoming more hardcore in my horror fandom, I guess, if I'm going to travel so far for a mere convention, one that I already went to in my area earlier this year. But hey, it'll be fun, and it's kinda good that I'm doing something so untypical of me. healthy. I like the idea of being adventurous, you know? Walking the walk, and not just talking the talk, so to speak. Besides, I never travel, but I love to do it. So whatever. Call me crazy for travelling so far for a Fango con, but hey, I never took on the opportunity to follow the Dead, and now they're defunct. Not that I ever really wanted to do that for the Dead's sake, but to travel around in a car, living out of my trunk, meeting new and interesting folks... things like that. Yanno? :) Maybe someday. For the time being, I'll fly to places for no good reason other than to spend money on Argento memorabilia and to meet folks like Angus Scrimm and Clint Howard. :)
I hate infomercials. I hate them because they really do their job. They're horrifically boring, but yet they really make me think I need that "Torso Tiger". Because you know, Marilu Henner is just so convincing in her selling skills... so persuasive. I mean, look at *her* abs! I want some abs like that! And maybe if I get that juicer that George Foreman was pitching to me earlier, the rest of me can look good too! Yikes. Maybe I should just turn the TV off and concentrate on working on this journal entry, eh?
And now for another interruption in my oh-so-exciting journal writing. Someone just IMd me on yahoo, asking if they could be my slave. Blah. I'm so bored of these online people who just won't leave me alone. Does anyone use the net for something besides cybersex anymore? Jeeze. It's so fucking unsatisfying, why do they bother? It's like going to a strip club. You can see the girls, you can smell them... They can touch you in a PG-13 kind of way, but lay a finger on them, and you're laid out on the front steps, rubbing the pain of the manager's boot out of your ass. Cybersex is just frustrating, man. You go back and forth with your sexy lines, getting hotter at the prospect of it all, and then you log off and go to bed with the options of waking your very much asleep significant other, or of using your very unfulfilling and not very sexy hand for a few minutes. Lame! It's different if you're in a long distance relationship, in my opinion... I have resorted to cybersex in the past with the few men I've gotten together with online. That's still frustrating, but at least you're doing it with someone you love and trust, and not just some random horny stranger. There have been times in the past that I've done it out of sheer boredom, but even then, I'd only do it with people I'd been talking with for a long time and considered friends. That's not really frustrating so much as it is just an excuse to kill a few hours in an entertaining way.
I am in RANT MODE. :) Don't mind me!
Since I'm ranting, I should do some ranting about work, since it was kind of pissing me off tonight. Work *itself* wasn't too bad. It was busy for the first few hours, then it died down... to the point where Karin and I were done by 11:20. That's unheard of. The rest of the store was doing well too, as we punched out at 11:30. But man, that Jeff. He's a "manager", if you can really call him that. My personal opinion? he's a turd. A wannabe know-it-all, obviously the school nerd who wanted so desperately to be a yuppie geek, but didn't quite fit in because of a lack of balls. He's leaving to go to school soon, and for once, I praise Jesus for that. I hear he's in a frat. I laugh at that because he seems so stereotypically frat-boy, but yet I can totally picture him being the frat's butt-boy; running errands and getting the beer, and being the butt of the jokes for the so-called real frat boys. Basically, the guy has no clue that no one likes him, but he tries oh so hard. He kisses my ass all the time, especially when he's done something that pisses me off. I kinda like doing that to him, actually. I always do shit that will make him try to correct me, so that I can scowl and he can come back an hour later and grovel at my feet for being a jerk, but he did it because it's his ass on the line. Puhlease. I know for a fact that he thinks it's absurd that I'm in line for a management position, because I do things out of the norm, and he also often sees me doing nothing (well, not so much anymore that I'm in the cafe - where there's ALWAYS something to do) because he sees me after I've done everything to fucking *perfection* and am left with nothing to do but wait on customers. But I get a kick out of it, because I know his opinion, but then I know just how well his superiors and peers think I'm doing. I really would have loved to see the look on his face when someone told him that the cafe made over plan for the first time since the last manager left. I bet it was fucking hilarious. He definately thinks that I am underclass, lazy, and weird. I so love proving him wrong, even though he may or may not actually believe it. :) So enough about why I think he's such a waste of skin; here's why he really got on my last nerve tonight:
For starters, I brought my extra radio to the cafe because the store speakers do not reach the cafe, so we can never hear any music. That bugs me, because music helps me enjoy work a hell of a lot more, even if it is the same crap over and over again. Naturally, I'm smart about it... i wouldn't bring the radio out INTO the cafe itself, I had it in the back room/kitchen, the volume at a moderate level, and music playing that was mellow and melodic enough to not make anyone want to complain. Except, of course, Jeff. Not only did he put up a stink about it, but he TOUCHED my radio. He fiddled with it until he figured out how to turn it off. Grrrr! Maybe bringing a radio in and playing it before closing isn't the best idea, and maybe Rosemary wouldn't like it. But the thing is, she wasn't there. Not that I think it's a good thing to do something you shouldn't when a manager isn't around, but I can't see why she'd disagree with us playing soft music in the kitchen to keep our spirits and energy levels up. He of course, inevitably apologised, but I was just like, "hey dude, whatever, you know?" What I felt like saying was, "Hey, I don't go telling Rosemary that you don't do jack shit when she's not here, so I don't see why you can't turn a blind eye to us having some music in the cafe tonight," but I bit my tongue.
He was the only person available to cover cafe breaks tonight. He came in for a while to help out while it was busy, then stuck around when Karin went on her break. He only rang up customers, didn't make any drinks, which was ok, I guess... but jeeze, did I get backed up. Then he left as soon as Karin came back, even though there was a bit of a line. THEN!!! He comes back a few minutes later and waits on line, obviously on his break. He orders quiche and cake. Now, let me get this straight. We're busy, we have a line, you know how to work in the cafe, why the FUCK can't you come back here and get it your damn SELF? To top this off, I ring up someone right after he left (the first time I've touched the register since before he came in to cover Karin) and I find that we are nearly out of all of our change, and one dollar bills. Let's dissect this situation: manager comes in to help by ringing up customers for nearly 40 minutes. Manager leaves. Manager goes on break. Manager does NOT bother to go and get change for my till even though he knows I'm desperate for it because... why? I have no fucking idea. I was ready to kill him. I AM ready to make his last two weeks at Barnes And Noble a living fucking hell, but when it comes right down to it, I don't want to spoil any chance of getting the cafe manager position because I really want it. And knowing what a whiny sissy boy he is, if I did anything to piss him off, he could go and tell the DM that I suck and that everyone who recommended me is an idiot. GRRRRRRR!
Can you tell I don't like this guy? Well, I'm not alone, thankfully, and it seems all are rejoicing that he gave notice. I'm glad, because I think after tonight, if he pulled this crap with me one more time, I would walk out on him, not only for spite, but because of frustration at his inability to be a good manager and to lead by example. I would SO like to tell him exactly what I think of him, but bah. I'm so non confrontational. Even though I get the sneaking suspicion that he'd probably cry instead of fighting with me. :)
Well, I guess that's enough ranting for now. Now I oughta get my ass to bed!