Domestic Geek

I've tried to refrain from spreading continuous woe here, but I need to vent.

I haven't been this majorly pissed off in a long time. The astrologer said I'd blow before Memorial Day. So, she was a little over a week off. I was so angry I forgot to surround myself with my white light bubble. *sigh*

It started when I got to pizza work this morning and couldn't do my work. Once again the loser closing manager couldn't be bothered to move stuff to where I could get to it and I absolutely refuse to put another food order away for free ever again (I put six weeks of food orders away for nothing hoping that I would get paid for the time I took off for my graduation like in the old days--I was wrong and got screwed). I was already pissed after seeing the abysmal weekend sales. I left a note saying I would return and went early to my other job.

When I got to said job, I took a few minutes to check the availability of the domain name of the design business that I'm starting (because I was feeling really motivated to get going) and some asshole bought it on Friday. Not somebody who is going to actually use it--one of those assholes that redirects it to a search site that probably installs spyware and adware. They have that whois cloaking, but there was an encrypted email address, so I sent an inquiry as to whether they are willing to give it up or not (I doubt it). I don't want to get the .net equivalent even though it is available, because future clients could mistype it and get crap on their computers. Arghhhhhhhh! I was soooooooo pissed.

Then I've got some stupid client at work whose shirts are supposed to be printed tomorrow, but I can't get her to call me back about a question I have and she never answers her phone. Why?

Our air conditioning there is broken. Yesterday they melted the ice off the condenser and we cooled off for the afternoon. Today we started out cool, but the unit conked by lunch. Since we're the only office upstairs, all the heat from the production floor rises up and gets trapped in our little room. It gets almost unbearable up there. I can't wait until we have a 90° day. It'll be almost as bad as being stuck in the pizza place.

So, I left work and headed back across town. I-25 was a stand-still, so I took Federal. Big mistake. The stop and go traffic was just as bad. My poor car couldn't take it. The heat, the fumes and the gas overburning took its toll and I conked out at Federal and Speer. WhooHoooo! After a couple of light cycles, I got it going again and limped off to a side street where I had to let it sit for 15-20 minutes before it would restart. An hour and a half after I left, I got to the pizza place. When I walk in, what do I find? The stupid staff is breaking down the makeline--AT 5:30!!!! Every other store I worked at would never allow that to happen until being closed for carry-out, which is usually 9 pm. That place is so freaking out of control that it is unreal. When I first started there, the breaking down started at 8pm. I thought that was unreasonable then. No wonder we've lost customers when they have to sit on the phone waiting because washing makeline stuff is more important DURING THE DINNER RUSH. That's when I lost it. I grabbed my car keys out of the office and stormed out. One of the managers tried to follow me to my car, but I yelled at her (the one who closed last night). To top it all off, when I got to my car, it wouldn't start again. I was so angry, I was shaking. I'm sure they went crying to the head manager. We'll see if I have a job in the morning. If I don't, he and the owner are getting earfuls.

Man, it took me almost two hours since getting home to calm down enough that my heart isn't racing. That's pathetic.

So, today was the last straw. I need a new car and I need to get my design business off the ground. I also realized yesterday that I can't get too comfortable at the screenprinters. I deserve to make more money that I get paid there and they really can't afford more than I get. I know I'll still work there awhile, I like the people and it is good experience, I'm just not going to make a career out of it, y'know?

Tomorrow I'm putting stuff on eBay. I need cash.

I'm going to bed.

Today my boss hands me a catalogue and tells me to pick out three shirts that I want (within reason--some of those shirts were really expensive). His wife has an embroidery business and embroiders the company logo on these shirts. I picked a black polo, a stone short sleeve button up shirt and a long sleeve denim-colored shirt. It's just one more perk of working there. My wardrobe is going to be huge! BTW, Dad and I had a blast at the race on Saturday. I discovered I love dragsters.

I was commenting to Marcus last night about how quickly time seems to go at the new job, yet it drags at the pizza job. Since I've never ever had a job that I enjoyed much, the concept of time flying at work is a totally foreign concept. I like it. Now if only the fates would see fit to get me out of the pizza job sooner. I hate getting up at 2:30 in the morning.

Yep, the drains had backed up. Moron. The note he left said he was there until 3:30 a.m. He was probably looking for some sort of sympathy. Is it wrong that I was glad that the loser manager probably only got about 4 hours sleep before he had to be back at 9 to write the schedule? Everytime something like this happens, I usually say, "Good, now maybe he's learned his lesson and will do some preventive maintenance once in a while." I've since realized that he thrives on these dramas. He likes playing the martyr. Well, I'm no longer playing his game. The only word spoken to him today was hello when he walked in the door. I didn't ask him about the backup, I didn't tell him that his stupidity wasted my time, I didn't say a word. Jerk. Won't miss him one little bit when I'm gone. In fact, won't miss anybody there one little bit.

Would it be so hard to call my cell and leave a message informing me that there is some problem at the store and that I will not be able to make dough? I drove all the way across town after scraping ice off my windshield only to find the stupid manager and a plumber still at the store (at 2 a.m.). Knowing that store, the stupid sewers probably backed up again. Since the trees are actively growing again (roots in the line), there has been a lot of rain and nobody ever schedules routine line snaking (which they say they're going to do everytime that happens), that's my best guess. It's either that or the walk-in is broken from the roof leaking. Who knows? I was so pissed I didn't dare go in to find out what was the problem. After waiting a half hour, I gave up and went home. So, I used gas that I can't afford to waste, not to mention I could've been sleeping(which I desperately need).

I went in early because I need to make two days dough so that I could sleep in on Monday morning. Guess that ain't gonna happen.

The only thing that makes me happy is I know the stupid manager is miserable. The loser showed up 1 1/2 hours early for work this morning, so he's been there since 8:30 a.m. So help me, it's going to take all the self-restraint I can muster to keep from saying something rude if I have to see him later and he starts griping about how long he had to be there.

Just one more thing to push me out of there. I've sworn to myself that I will be out of there within the next two months.

Guess I better go try to get a couple of hours sleep. Fuckers.