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wasting my days away [liquid. day 3]
Jun. 8th, 2001 11:36 pmmy weekend is so skewed.
i worked today, friday.
i work tomorrow, saturday.
i think i work tomorrow with lindsay,
which makes it better. but it doesn't
give me my saturday back and it doesn't
give me a sunday off, either. then there's
mondy tuesday wednesday after that. i know
i have no right to complain, really, she can't kick
me around much long and i might as well take everything
i can get.
i keep thinking about days off.
i need to make a list -
july 11 - m doughty @ the great american
july 7 - rainer maria @ the great american
june 27 - neil gaiman @ cody's
june 23 - radiohead @ the gorge
there should be many days off surrounding that
last one. today was...hectic. by the time this 'vacation'
rolls around i'll be quite ready for a rest. there was sixteen
thousand dollars in by the time i left at five thirty. well it was
more like six. but i spent half an hour filling in shredders and
cleaning up a bottle of barbecue sauce that allison broke.
[the store will smell g-r-e-a-t tomorrow morning]
i wonder how much more of this i can take.
people are so sorry. people are "so sad to see you go."
people are in shock and people are, well, angry.
delia and i had joked about facing that -one- person who
you're just dying to tell off. i couldn't really name any one
customer, but today i realized exactly who it was. and i think
she would have agreed with me. i only wish she had been
there to see it.
i ran the conversation through my head on the way home, and thought about things i wish i had said. [you know you never really get to vent like this when you're concerned about keeping someone's business. but when it doesn't matter any longer, then why not go off?]
she played all sweet and sad that "her faaavorite store" was closing, and mentioned
that she might as well use these coupons and store credits while she still could.
sorry. can't. that's just the way it is, and you're not alone. [it happened to me, too.]
what? but! you can't! all the reaction she can muster. all the "but if i don't get my way i'm going to take it out on you" shit she always gives me.
on the way home i kept thinking about what i should have said. pulled her aside and started:
"you kow what? i'm going to tell you something. everytime you come in here,
you're nice as long as you're getting what you want. and when you don't, you act
like a total bitch until you do. you do this in front of customers and you do this in front
of your children. that's no way to act and i'm finally calling you on it. you're
not the only one who lost something here. you're out a couple bucks, but we're out of our paychecks." blah blah blah blah..... it made so much more sense earlier. it was so biting and witty and damn it felt good to just have pretended to tell her these things.
fuck it. the simpsons are on.
i worked today, friday.
i work tomorrow, saturday.
i think i work tomorrow with lindsay,
which makes it better. but it doesn't
give me my saturday back and it doesn't
give me a sunday off, either. then there's
mondy tuesday wednesday after that. i know
i have no right to complain, really, she can't kick
me around much long and i might as well take everything
i can get.
i keep thinking about days off.
i need to make a list -
july 11 - m doughty @ the great american
july 7 - rainer maria @ the great american
june 27 - neil gaiman @ cody's
june 23 - radiohead @ the gorge
there should be many days off surrounding that
last one. today was...hectic. by the time this 'vacation'
rolls around i'll be quite ready for a rest. there was sixteen
thousand dollars in by the time i left at five thirty. well it was
more like six. but i spent half an hour filling in shredders and
cleaning up a bottle of barbecue sauce that allison broke.
[the store will smell g-r-e-a-t tomorrow morning]
i wonder how much more of this i can take.
people are so sorry. people are "so sad to see you go."
people are in shock and people are, well, angry.
delia and i had joked about facing that -one- person who
you're just dying to tell off. i couldn't really name any one
customer, but today i realized exactly who it was. and i think
she would have agreed with me. i only wish she had been
there to see it.
i ran the conversation through my head on the way home, and thought about things i wish i had said. [you know you never really get to vent like this when you're concerned about keeping someone's business. but when it doesn't matter any longer, then why not go off?]
she played all sweet and sad that "her faaavorite store" was closing, and mentioned
that she might as well use these coupons and store credits while she still could.
sorry. can't. that's just the way it is, and you're not alone. [it happened to me, too.]
what? but! you can't! all the reaction she can muster. all the "but if i don't get my way i'm going to take it out on you" shit she always gives me.
on the way home i kept thinking about what i should have said. pulled her aside and started:
"you kow what? i'm going to tell you something. everytime you come in here,
you're nice as long as you're getting what you want. and when you don't, you act
like a total bitch until you do. you do this in front of customers and you do this in front
of your children. that's no way to act and i'm finally calling you on it. you're
not the only one who lost something here. you're out a couple bucks, but we're out of our paychecks." blah blah blah blah..... it made so much more sense earlier. it was so biting and witty and damn it felt good to just have pretended to tell her these things.
fuck it. the simpsons are on.
