I will leave it all behind just to be with you today...
So yeah, just finished watching this weeks QAF *dies*. Man, every episode just gets better and better and better. Long live my addiction!!! Whoot! And, and, REPO was updated tonight. That's a plus and a minus, actually. Oh well...I need something to measure my life by.
Still loving Hoobastank's first album, especially when I discovered this song on it. *listens quietly*
Yeah, so I've officially come to the point in the summer where I hate Burger King. My manager came in today and called me into his office to tell me that I was being transfered. Starting tomorrow at 3:00, my store is Kimberly Road in Davenport. And I'm getting a dollar raise. Now, to the casual observer, this is a good, thing. But not to me. I don't like that store. But what's worse, me and the manager there have had knock-down, drag-out fights when we've worked together previously. She is a hanus bitch and I want to throw her on the floor and dropkick her in her empty head. And the best part is that she knows how I feel about her, but yet she just loves me. Well, she told my manager that she wanted me to work for her, and Robbie, my manager was like "okay, sure." My problems with this:
1. They didn't ask me.
2. They told me today that I start there tomorrow.
3. I'm not allowed to turn it down - if I say no, then I have no job at all.
4. This manager is a bitch who should die. Well no, I don't wish death upon anyone. Just excruciating pain.
5. NO ONE FUCKING ASKED ME.
6. They're putting me on active duty - meaning that every shift I work, I will be the manager on duty. That is, I'll always be running the store. When I came home and back to work at the store I'm at now, I told them specifically, I did *NOT* want to do this. I just wanted a regular part-time no stress/carefree job where the only responsibility I had was showing up.
7. I had no say in this what-so-ever. No clue, no questions. I was just told that this was going to happen.
8. I have to take a drug test. And while I don't think I'll fail it, there is still a possibility. And what's more, they can do random tests (Iowa is a random test state). Which means that if for some reason I get a hankering for the stuff, I can't.
9. This completely fucks up all my plans for the summer.
10. THEY FUCKING DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME.
Okay, sure, the $8 an hour and an almost gauranteed 40 hour/week paycheck sure will be nice. But it's not what I fucking want. All I wanted was a simple part time job where I just had to show up, do my stuff and go hom. That's what a job is supposed to be. But I can't even freaking have that. Now I have to deal with drug tests and bank deposits and hiring and firing and policy and late nights and early mornings and late night phone calls and a bitchy manager I can't stand and being at the very busiest store we have in the Q.C.'s. And it's all been okayed by the highest level of management. Which means that I'm fucked. Once again, ladies and gentlemen, royally screwed over by Burger King.
I guess to most people this is kind of odd. It should be a good thing. I'm basically a hot commodity - a lot of people want me. A raise and a steady paycheck. heh. You have no fucking idea. Why did I do this? Why did I actually think I could get away with a nice stress-free summer? Why? *bangs head against cinderblock walls*
Maybe it won't be so bad? *cries*
Still loving Hoobastank's first album, especially when I discovered this song on it. *listens quietly*
Yeah, so I've officially come to the point in the summer where I hate Burger King. My manager came in today and called me into his office to tell me that I was being transfered. Starting tomorrow at 3:00, my store is Kimberly Road in Davenport. And I'm getting a dollar raise. Now, to the casual observer, this is a good, thing. But not to me. I don't like that store. But what's worse, me and the manager there have had knock-down, drag-out fights when we've worked together previously. She is a hanus bitch and I want to throw her on the floor and dropkick her in her empty head. And the best part is that she knows how I feel about her, but yet she just loves me. Well, she told my manager that she wanted me to work for her, and Robbie, my manager was like "okay, sure." My problems with this:
1. They didn't ask me.
2. They told me today that I start there tomorrow.
3. I'm not allowed to turn it down - if I say no, then I have no job at all.
4. This manager is a bitch who should die. Well no, I don't wish death upon anyone. Just excruciating pain.
5. NO ONE FUCKING ASKED ME.
6. They're putting me on active duty - meaning that every shift I work, I will be the manager on duty. That is, I'll always be running the store. When I came home and back to work at the store I'm at now, I told them specifically, I did *NOT* want to do this. I just wanted a regular part-time no stress/carefree job where the only responsibility I had was showing up.
7. I had no say in this what-so-ever. No clue, no questions. I was just told that this was going to happen.
8. I have to take a drug test. And while I don't think I'll fail it, there is still a possibility. And what's more, they can do random tests (Iowa is a random test state). Which means that if for some reason I get a hankering for the stuff, I can't.
9. This completely fucks up all my plans for the summer.
10. THEY FUCKING DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME.
Okay, sure, the $8 an hour and an almost gauranteed 40 hour/week paycheck sure will be nice. But it's not what I fucking want. All I wanted was a simple part time job where I just had to show up, do my stuff and go hom. That's what a job is supposed to be. But I can't even freaking have that. Now I have to deal with drug tests and bank deposits and hiring and firing and policy and late nights and early mornings and late night phone calls and a bitchy manager I can't stand and being at the very busiest store we have in the Q.C.'s. And it's all been okayed by the highest level of management. Which means that I'm fucked. Once again, ladies and gentlemen, royally screwed over by Burger King.
I guess to most people this is kind of odd. It should be a good thing. I'm basically a hot commodity - a lot of people want me. A raise and a steady paycheck. heh. You have no fucking idea. Why did I do this? Why did I actually think I could get away with a nice stress-free summer? Why? *bangs head against cinderblock walls*
Maybe it won't be so bad? *cries*