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Re: Blog Thread IIIb : Look Who's Blogging Now

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jwhouk:

--- Quote from: Unicorn on 09 Dec 2012, 19:41 ---do you ever talk about anything other than sports? I honestly can't remember a single time I've read a post of yours that wasn't about sports. edit: I checked - most of your wcdt posts aren't sports-related, but I don't read that so I get a bit of a slanted view.

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I should also point out that because of my job situation, I can't readily talk about work. It doesn't help that I was smack dab in the middle of the ####storm that started in February of 2011 in my wonderful home state. Barmymoo can attest to the "delicate" nature of my workplace.

Papersatan:
(china shop)

Carl-E:
I hate assigning group projects.  Too many of them either a) blow up or b) peter out.  Either way, the project never gets finished, unless it's done individually anyway.  The notion of pairing weaker students with stronger ones is a crock as well.  The weak ones learn nothing but how to stand aside to let the stronger students do everything, and i think they already knew how to do that...

Papersatan:
Ugg this non group project, I really should have done something different, and have read the assignment more closely.  I am so fucked.  Like, getting a c in this class I think. 

So, I thought because of how he talked about it in class, and I am not the only one, that the focus of this report was on "secret shopping" the archive.  But the break down of our grade:
15 points the fake product we researched.
10 points our documentation/bibliography
5 points our assessment of the user services at the archive. 

My report is cobbled together crap because I picked a topic I knew nothing about at an archive no where near me.
My bibliography is sparse
I have tons to say about the user services.

I guess the sourcing being 10 points is so we can prove we used the archive? I dunno.  But I am getting a 'C' on this pretty sure.  I will have to ace this final. 

Patrick:
Tonight, I saw David Bazan and his band play Pedro The Lion's Control, which is one of my favorite albums of all time. God damn, was it a brilliant show, and it's probably the best birthday present anyone's gotten me, regardless of whether it was 3 weeks in advance of my actual birthday or not. The rest of my day, however, had me as angry as I think I have ever been.

Most of the time, I am more than willing to put up with a specific manager's bullshit, suck it up, and be polite. Not today. After having tried unsuccessfully for 10 days to get my shift covered, I sucked it up and went in this morning and put everything I had into it in hopes of maybe getting let off early. My shift was scheduled to end at 7:30, and my friends and I wanted to leave early so we'd be sure we didn't hit traffic.

So 7:25 rolls around, and over the walkie I ask Linda (my manager) if there's any last quick thing she needs me to do. She says "Is the trash and cardboard gone?" and I replied "No, but that's going to take me a half hour, is there anyone who can help me?" She replied "It's the responsibility of the closing stock person to take all of that out before clocking out" and I replied "Well, I'm off right now and closing isn't for another 4 hours" and she said "You're going to take the trash out or we're going to have a talk and you're going to leave later." Bitch, you don't get to make decisions that affect payroll like that, not without talking to the store or district manager.

Cue epic fucking rage time. I grabbed the key to offsite off my belt, slammed it on the counter where it belongs, emptied all the trash cans, emptied the register trash bins, tied everything up, grabbed all the bags and hucked them into the trash compactor as quickly as possible, slammed it shut. Went back for the cardboard, and didn't even grab all of it, because fuck no I'm not going to fix her fucking mistakes. Shoved my boxes full of empty boxes into the cardboard compactor. Some of them wouldn't quite fit all the way through the door, so I lifted myself up onto the compactor and shoved them in, kicking and kneeing and generally doing what I would've loved to have done to her face.

You don't keep me from my heroes. Not now, not ever. Not when I bust my ass trying to get as much done as possible so I can leave work early. Not when she fucked up payroll for this week by keeping me a total of 90 minutes longer than I would've been there if it hadn't for her fucking up her job. Not when she's already officially on thin ice with corporate for a history of rulebreaking and making her subordinates feel like shit. And certainly not when it's the first time in 10 years David Bazan has played "Rapture" and not when he's never going to play it again. FUCK NO YOU DON'T FUCK WITH ME SEEING MY HEROES.

I am filing my second formal complaint about how her behavior toward me has been disproportionately ill compared to the rest of my coworkers since day one. This has been the last fucking straw.

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