Monday, January 5, 2004
Since I was too tired to write this weekend (more likely too lazy), let me start by recapping what was probably the most memorable part of the weekend. This occurred on Saturday, a day that had been going very well for the most part. Hell, if I had known that something was going to happen, I would've taken shelter, but I wasn't.
Late in my shift, Nichole was looking at the schedule and wanted to know why she was working a midnight shift on Wednesday. I looked at her and told her that's just how it was scheduled and asked if there was a problem with it. She said there was, that she didn't want to work any midnight shifts anymore. I got ready for her to yell, but wasn't quite ready for the explosion that I got.
She started to get into her tirade about how she shouldn't have to work any midnight shifts because she has seniority over all these other people. She probably went on for a good five minutes before I could even get a word in edgewise, but by that point, all it did was incite her more.
I tried to point out to her that other people had good reasons why they couldn't close, whether it be because of school, because of another job, or some other responsibility. She then tried to make the point that I didn't close enough, which I shot down by reminding her that I had closed more than she had in the last month. I've been closing roughly every other weekend at some point, depending on whether or not another tech, Alison, could close.
That didn't get the point across because at this point, Nichole didn't care. She was just yelling to yell. She then said she was going to limit her availability to just 1-9 everyday (which really would hurt her more than it would help), but I told her if she didn't have a good reason why, I didn't have to follow it. She blew up even more over this, threatened to quit, was going to talk to Keith about it all, and got louder.
The best part of it all? She made the assumption that I had scheduled her that closing shift. Why is that the best part? Simple. I didn't write this week's schedule. She was blaming me for something that Cora had written.
The thing that ultimately pissed me off about this whole thing was she did it in front of customers. She yelled at me in front of everyone. She yelled at me for something that wasn't my fault. I could easily have had her written up and maybe even fired for what she did. I'm still kind of mad about the way she was behaving.
To top it all off though, an hour later, right before I was to leave, she was joking around with me again. It was almost like it had never happened. Even today, she was basically acting like nothing had happened, which only made me even more perplexed by it all, especially when it was revealed that she was going to work every wednesday until close anyway.
Could someone please explain this to me?
The problem I still have is she should have never exploded like that and that's been a common problem with her. The moment she doesn't get her way, she acts like it's the world against her and won't listen to why things are done the way they are. She just won't have it. She also seems to be getting a big head since she passed the state certification test. She seems to think that entitles her to better things when it doesn't. It doesn't change the fact that there really isn't a set morning shift for her and there won't be unless I agree to give mine up, which isn't going to happen.
The one thing I intend to bring up again is that this schedule shit is out of control again. People all want the same schedules and no one wants to compromise. I'm sure Jane, another tech, is going to complain about working midnight shifts, but what can I do? Cora and I already talked about this and we have to schedule what we need, not what everyone wants.
I just don't like the way she gets sometimes. I almost wish she would get a different job because she really doesn't help us much when she gets all bent out of shape.
It's probably only a matter of time before she blows up again. She either hates me or loves me and I could care less about either. Remember, this is the same girl that's been trying to convince me to go out with her for the last year or so and I will not do it. There's only one girl I work with that I'd date and that's Sarah.
Sarah is the complete opposite of Nichole. She's calm, funny, has a great sense of who she is and what she wants to do, is easy to talk to, and is attractive. If I didn't work wit her, I'd probably be pursuing her more, but I like having her as a friend. I can talk to her about shit and not worry about her spreading some sort of rumor around.
Any guys looking for a great girl, just look her up. She's the best girl I know.
I have a problem with certain people. It's something that I was reminded of tonight by someone I was talking to. I don't mean to sound mean when I talk about this, but it's just something I cannot tolerate anymore.
I cannot stand listening to people who have it relatively good complain about how much their lives suck. I think in one series of messages, I saw things like "my life sucks," "is your life perfect? cause mine ain't," and other things along those lines. Now, I can understand when things aren't going your way, there is a tendency to get a little down, but this was ridiculous.
I used to be this way and I still wonder how people put up with me. Sure, my dad was making life hell, I couldn't find a way to talk to a girl if my life depended on it, and I was basically nothing, but I had a roof over my head, food on the table, and most of the things I really wanted.
Unless you're living in a cardboard box, can't afford to eat at all, have no job because of any legitimate reason, are mentally or physically challenged, or anything close to that, shut up.
Mad because your parents won't let you go out on the weekend? Shut up. It's not the end of the world.
Mad because your cell phone was taken away? Shut up.
Mad because you have to actually do some homework or work on the job? Here's a tissue because I feel so bad for you.
The teenagers in this world piss me off the most. They're the ones most likely to act like it's the end of the world because they didn't get their way. I can understand some of it because hormones could be talking, but in most cases, they're just being dumb.
I had someone get upset because I didn't feel good enough to call them tonight. Well excuse me, I didn't know it was required of me to call you at your request. I still don't know what the rest of her deal is, but I didn't really care tonight either. I didn't feel good, which only makes me feel less sympathetic.
Save me the drama about how your mom or dad is so unfair to you because they won't let you do what you want to do. Really, save it. It didn't get me anywhere with my mom and it's not going to get you anywhere either. Believe it or not, and I know all of you won't believe me, but your parents generally know what the hell they're doing. I thought my mom was so evil back then too, but looking back, she probably saved my ass from a lot of trouble.
You never see it that way though because you all have social agendas to push, especially the more popular types. God forbid you aren't allowed to go to some party for one reason or another. The hell do you need to drink for anyway? I drink only in social situations and never more than three if I can help it. Getting drunk, while fun when you're young, tends to get you into more trouble than it's worth. There's this little thing called alcoholism, not to mention liver and brain damage.
One girl tells me how she drove home drunk. Can you only imagine how much I cringed, given my past experiences with my dad? Not only do I not intend on dating that kind of girl, but I don't to be in the same state as that type of person. Driving drunk is the number one way to lose my respect. Think about it before you do it and you actually do like me.
Getting back to what I was talking about though, I don't really care to listen to people complain about petty bullshit. If you really are going through something bad, it's different. If you're just mad because you aren't getting your way, well, you aren't winning anything by talking to me. I am going to be the last person to feel sorry for someone who really has nothing to be mad or upset about.
Right now, my basic plan to find a girlfriend is as simple as learning how to talk to a girl when I notice her looking at me. If I can do that, all is going to be fine because once I get comfortable with a girl, I'm fine. It's getting to that point that has the tendency to be tricky.
Otherwise, I'm not going to worry about it. If I meet a girl, then great. If not, that's life. I doubt that'll happen because, well, I just doubt it.
In any other case, I'm going to bed early tonight, so anyone who wanted to talk me, I'm sorry. I just feel like crap tonight.
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