25 to Life...

Yeah, I’m quite happy with the bookstore.  I work 9-6, which is new to me.  But I output about 60% of actual working power after 5pm when the manager leaves.  Plus I’m quite hidden by a wall that blocks the main entrance/exit to the warehouse.  Plus I can hear people coming from them walking on the floor.  So, that’s cool.  I got an hour lunch break, of which 40+ minuets is occupied with walking.  Since I got nothing else better to do, might as well?  Right?  It beats sitting in my car/break room all that time.  I get to enjoy the outdoors, well as much as a business park/highway will allow. 

Nothing really else to report about.  I’m surprised I’ve been doing this journal so long.  Even if nobody reads it.  Meh, just something to do…

It’s finally over. I’m no longer employed at my crappy job. After 11 months of crap (and 3 of total crap) I’m gone, FOREVER! So, I decided to rollerblade through the warehouse for no good reason today in celebration/protest/nothing better to do/go out in a blaze or glory. I got yelled at. Turns out you can’t do that. Who knew? After that I told the owner’s son that “I just don’t care anymore,” and he just told me to punch out. So, I did. Leaving that joke of a place behind FOREVER! I then told him that I haven’t cared for weeks now, and the owner’s daughter said something to the effect of “well it shows” or something stupid. Like I cared at that point, oh wait, I didn’t! So, as of Monday, I shall be employed at the online college bookstore. I have to wear pants during this hot (official) summer weather, but it’s a small price to pay for actual benefits. Like, medical, dental, life insurance, and a neat 401(k) plan. Sure beats “you can wear whatever you want!” 

Employee: Hey, I just broke my arm! 

Owner’s Daughter: It’s ok! You can wear a t-shirt and shorts! 

Employee: Holy crap! I’m going to bled out! This is bad! 

Owner’s Daughter: It’s ok! You can wear a t-shirt and shorts! 

Employee: *keels over dead Owner’s Daughter: It’s ok! You can wear a t-shirt and shorts! 

I’ve also been listening to Rock n’ Roll Part 2, Also Sprach Zarathustra, and a song from the Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann OST called Rap wa Kan no Tamashii da! Muri wo Toushite Douri wo Kettobasu! Ore Tachi dai Gurren Dan no Theme wo Mimi no Ana Kappo Jitte yo~ Kukiki Yagare!! on a continuous loop. I’m off to greener spaces and a better life for all! 

ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWA!!

It's official, I'm stuck in shipping forever now (pending new job of course).  I knew it was coming.  Just finally giving up all hope. 

I talked to the boss' daughter and she BSed and sugar-coated the bad news.  She claims that some things I listed from 2-3 weeks ago [total lie, I haven't listed any thing since the beginning of April] that I did were "just not there".  Like I believe that.  She also told me to "step into a go-getter role", "show a little initiative", "become a go-to guy", "step into a leadership role", and other BS like that.  I even told her to her face a few weeks ago that I'm no leader, which I ain't.  Believe me, you don't want me leading a bunch of troops through some war torn country.  I like being told what to do, and I'll just do it myself thank you very much.  She did bring that up yesterday, and I said to her face again that I was no leader.  Then she said something about confidence for something stupid like that.  Going back to all that, as I will call it "Company Man BS". How can I be a "go getter" doing a job I hate?  How can I "show a little initiative" at I job that I have no interest in?  How can I "become a go-to guy" and "step into a leadership role" when I could care less about other people and prefer to be left all alone to slave away at something?  Those are a few good questions.  How can you do all that at a job you could care less for?  The world may never know.  I'm just gonna cruise through my work and do as little as possible along the way, and get paid of course. 

So, I hope to be out of there by the end of June, start of August at the latest.  Beyond that, well let's just hope that I'm not there that long.  I also need to think of an "Exit Strategy" AKA "How To Screw You As Much As Humanly Possible Because You Seem To Have Screwed Me Quite Royally Plan” More on that at another time.

 

Well, it’s officially on.  It’s time to find me a new job.  I’m getting pretty tired of life where I am now.  It’s all politics with the bosses, and it’s not going to get any better any time soon.  Time to jump off of this sinking ship, and it looks like a bunch of others are jumping too.  Well, 2 others do not seem like too many.  But, one has been listing there 4 years (the one who was mentioned earlier, I was off by a year) and the other takes care of all of the return claims, refunds, and all that fun crap.  Will they?  Like I said, most likely not.

Anyway, I’m going tomorrow to a terra cotta making factory or similar place type thing about 20 minuets away.   Not too bad of a drive.  Another is a carpet warehouse.  I need to write a letter of interest, or something like that.  I’ll do that eventually tonight, if ever.  I’ll keep looking while typing my letter for anything that strikes my fancy as well.

I’ve only been active in the “Full Time” (or as I call it, real) work force for 2 years now.  It’s not like I’ve given 10+ years to this company and feel cheated, or left out of the loop or something.  I’ll have to go into detail my crazy scenario of what would have happened should I not have been demoted to shipping.  Hopefully, by the end of May (June at the latest) I’ll be out of there once and for all.

It’s looking pretty bleak for me going back to list in the offices.  They gave my desk away (managed to steal some good loot, should have snagged the camera too), and that’s not looking too good for my cause.  So, it’s “game over” for me, for now.  I still have a small hope that they will be so desperate for listing help that they’ll bring me back.  I'd ramble on, but it would make me even more depressed.  Here’s hoping for a continue screen to pop up:

Would you like to continue?

===>  Yes

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I almost had to go to the hospital on Friday.  I was cutting the flaps off of a box, and my hand holing my box cutter slipped and hit my forearm somehow.  Fortunately, the blade was not fully extended or I would have at least 3”-5” gash in my arm and multiple stitches (and a nifty looking scar afterwards).  This, would render me quite useless for a while.  This is good, because I need a vacation of some sort away from that place.  Ah, to be a bum again working part-time at the supermarket.  Oh, well.  Growing up SUCKS -_-‘

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In other work related news, everyone is pretty much ready to quit.  From what I’ve heard, they are hiring some new people (again, not helping my cause) and they are going to make 25 cents less than someone who has been there 3 years.  She’s all mad and is ready to go.  Another is tired of having cut hours and being “bossed” around by the warehouse manager.  So of course she leaves work early and whines and moans.  I could go on and on, but I shall not.  Will they leave?  Of course not.  That would be too easy.  I wonder if I should pack up and leave too?  Really throw a wrench in their plans.

I guess it was bound to happen, but I finally got “busted” at work today.  Not really busted in a bad way, but compared to all the crap I’ve pulled in the past, it’s a small crack in the armor.

I coined and claimed status after I was blatantly playing around on Photoshop at my old job.  I mean, everybody saw it.  And the boss saw it too.  I BS’ed my way out of that one.  So, of course I felt invincible after that.  Then at the same job I lost some cash out of the register (people could order stuff from us, and pay cash at the warehouse), and somehow did not get canned, and therefore, felt even more bulletproof.  I’ve made a few mistakes at this job as well, and walked away harm free.  I also failed a state inspection at a grocery store I worked at.  Even more concrete evidence.  But it just snowballed, going back to yesterday in to my “demotion” to working in the shipping department, and general work in the warehouse.  Which blows beyond all belief.  But supposedly after 30 days of a “trial” basis they’ll (my bosses) see what my next step will be.  Of course I’ll be gunning for my old listing position.  Now, as I’ve heard, is being filled by one of the shipping people.  So if that is the case, I loose my desk, the only thing I can call my own in the office.  I had a cubicle, but that got taken away to promote “Team Communication”.  And that turned out freakin’ fantastic.  So I’ll be quite angry at if this happens. 

I’ve always compared these situations to old school side-to-side RPG battles a la Final Fantasy, Pokemon, and what have you.  The enemy has low HP, and has me left with low HP.  My time gage is almost full, but I have no idea how far along my opponents is, and I hope and pray that my turn comes next to use a Potion, Elixir, or any curative spell I have.  So, I’ll consider this round as my enemy’s gage filled up first and connected leaving me left with 1 HP and in critical status.

I’ll use the only potion (a Hi-Potion for those who care) I got and will heal me to 251HP.

So, next round either:

a) It’s going to connect, and connect hard leaving me for dead.

b) I make a triumphant comeback which the annals of RPG history have never seen before and claim victory and 50,000EXP, 500AP, and an X-Potion.

This is going to be the longest time gauge fill up in my RPG history.

On a cynical side note, I don’t have to work with the stupid Russian guy anymore! (Well for 30 days at least  -_-;)