There was this girl I worked with and she decided that her "online job" that only paid her 30 dollars a month was more I important then and actual paycheck. Now shes posting about almost being homeless and how she doesn't have food for her kids. I feel bad for her kids but honestly I cant believe she let that happen.
I hate my coworkers >.<
I've had a crush on my boss for half a year now. The good news is, he's getting transferred to another area, so he won't be my boss anymore and it wouldn't be weird for us to date. Bad news is, I'm pretty sure he has a girlfriend now. Funny how the universe likes to rub things in your face, huh? It's like when you lose one of your shoes, and when you finally find it, you've lost the other one.
It feels so good to have shoes that I can wear while being on my feet all day and my feet only mildly hurt after 6+ hours. With the other shoes I was wearing, my feet would be in so much pain after 4 hours. I had to massage my feet during my lunch, wrap them every night, and take ibueprofen at least once a week. And I got these shoes on clearance only $30.
I swear I stand so strongly by the fact that people who hate cats, have never been loved by a cat. And im not talking the "yeah cats are okay, but I prefer dogs." Im talking the countless people that come into the shelter I work at and turn their nose up at cats. The ones who when I say say where the cat room is(I say where all the rooms are when someone asks to look around) go "oh id never own a cat. I hate them." Ive always loved cats and always wanted one. October 4th 2018, i got that chance. My moms friends cat had an accidental litter. She did the right thing. She paid to get mom and all babies spayed and neutered and then gave the kittens away. In the end she was left with 2 brothers. I took one when he was 6 months old. And let me tell you.... He came to me as a scared boy. He wasnt fond of being touched. He hid a lot. He didnt eat. But after 2 days of giving him his space and all the food and toys he could want? He came out of his shell. He is the most loving thing. Im his favorite place to lay on. Ive had a lot of dogs... snd two right now that ive had for 5 and 3 years. And theres just... theres a different bond with this animal. I love my dogs deeply. I wouldnt trade them for anything. But theres just a different bond between you and a cat and you and a dog. And its because that cat chooses you. Dog are easy. food and pats and youre in with 90% of dogs. Cats are different. You have to earn every pawstep of their love. I remember one we had at the shelter a while back. I used to work cat intake. So Id clean the new cats every day. One day we got this old tabby boy. He was pissed. He was mad at the world. he hated everyone. I got a few claw marks from him from just trying to clean him. I dont know why... but i took to him. I liked him. I decided to earn his trust. So i set about my mission. Over the course of a couple weeks(we had no room on the adoption floor for him) I slowly pushed hos boundaries. Sitting beside his closed cage for a few minutes. Figuring out his favroite food. Sitting beside his open cage. Letting him sniff my hand. One quick pet on the head. A chin scratch. One rub down his back. A few more rubs. A chin scratch snd a head pat. Just slowly... slowly started to earn his trust. Then one day i went for it. I picked him up just long enough to put him in my lap. He stayed. He purred. He let me pet him. After about 5 minutes, He was done and got back in his cage. After that... we were friends. Everyday he would let me hold him and love on him for a few minutes. He would let others pet him if i held him, but no one else got the privilege of holding him. Then he started headbutting me. And meowing when i walked in the room. I loved that cat. And he started to like me. It was the best feeling ever. With some love and hard work, that cat went from hissing at everyone and everything to a calm and chill cat. He still went to be a barn cat, but his owner told us that he wants to be loved on every now and then. And from a feral cat? what more can you ask. cats are amazing creatures. You have to prove yourself to them. But once you do? Its amazing.
I worked at a Wendy's for about 2 months and hated it so much. The store manager was rude and clearly didn't give a rat's ass about me or any of my coworkers. They didn't formally train me on anything, just had me follow around and watch someone who worked there for a month until I had the jist. I worked at another Wendy's for a year prior, but I told them I didn't work or train in any of the sections they were putting me in. Another manager and a co-worker saw my strengths were mostly in dining room, but they never had me work out there. They just put me in positions they knew I sucked at and watched me struggle. I'm pretty sure I had my first panic attack there. Three times I cried my eyes out on the way home. I don't know how but I swear to this day the register was rigged to throw my balance off. No matter how carefully I counted change, the register would always be over or under at the end of the day. The only day it was perfect was the day I didn't have any debit/credit card payments. The Wendy's I worked at before didn't put newbies just anywhere. They'd start you on stuff like dishwashing, salad prep, and fries first, then move you up the longer you were there. The people on registers had all been there for years and knew the restaurant backwards and forwards. You would get training on a computer before working something new. Our store manager had been a district manager before. He set the bar really high for someone's manager at their first job. I only left because my mom died and I couldn't afford rent. I loved that job, came in any time they called asking for help, worked any time they wanted me. In the year I was there, only one or two people quit because they just didn't like it. At the Wendy's I hated and only worked at for two months, I was the third person to quit in those two months, and a fourth person quit right after me. With a turnover rate like that, that really tells you something about management. I hope the store manager has been replaced by someone better by now.
I've never been so relieved to hear someone say it's time for your lunch. I was at work (cashier), had a constant line of customers for 2 hours, and I really had to poop. I kept thinking it was going to slow down long enough for me to finish my line, cut off my light, and rush to the bathroom. That didn't happen. Thank goodness for whoever sent a coworker to take over for me and send me to lunch. Hopefully my stomach doesn't do that again. I've got about 2 more hours until my next break.
I had along day. Woke up around 2pm dope sick as fuck. my dealer is out of heroin. So that led me to take a piece of a Suboxone. An hour later I began to feel better, as I do I realize I hate being sober, so I got a half g of some coke. My first shot was way too much. damn near fell over in the stall at work. I continued taking shots through my shift. each time my heart was like WTF. I tend to just keep going until what I have is gone. so I finish out my shift pretty fucked by the time it's over, I don't wanna go home and deal with the family! I'm geeked, so I call everybody who is cool enough to maybe let me chill kick it for a bit until I compose myself. nothing, nobody answers, it is 140 am at this point so I went to the bar, saw a few buddies and finally get a text saying come thru. it's from when I was trying to get coke earlier, so I did. I figured fuck it, so I go meet him and he has crack and ecstacy as well. shit. I've never had a huge problem with it but crack is a lot of fun. so I get a 20 and one of the beans as well. he says they have heroin or something in them so I'll try it. long story short, if I had gotten my heroin, I would have saved a fair amount of money.
I hate that they don't need any new workers in the store that I was helping to get finished to open... so I am so sad, because I have to leave! That place made me happiest I've been for a very long time! I hope I can come back to them😭❤
My coworker is a total cuntwaffle. She's this fat twice-divorced gen-Xer who behaves like Daria from the 90s despite the fact she's 45. Everytime the boss complains about her she finds a list of things to tell on me for. She thinks that will make her in less trouble just because I took to long during lunch. Starting to see why the first 2 husbands left. She unironically reads Handmaid's tale and insults "Theists" despite knowing full well the office is full of Christians who have been very kind to her. Almost everyone in the office has had enough. I'm being professional with her. I only post my butthurt here.