I am so annoyed. Maybe it's my job, maybe it's my boyfiriend, maybe it's his FUCKING ABNOXIOUS 4-year old that's running around my apartment breaking my things. I don't hate kids, (i don't like them ether) but I hate parents that are so unwilling to disipline their offspring. I'm not saying that they should beat the shit out of them, but if their daughter happens to be climbing an eight-foot entertainment center, and reaching for a particular sculpture (which happens to mean a great deal to me) then, it might be a good idea to tell them to get down, or leave it alone or to let go of my favorite candle or to leave my oils alone or... i can't even begin to type all the things she's destroyed.
The fact is, I can't even tell her to wash her flthy hands before she helps with dinner, or I'll get the backlash from the dad. I'm not her mother, and god knows I don't want to be, but where does one draw the line between a suggestion and a warning. I can't do anything. I have to go through her father to remind her that my dresser is off limits. I'm never having kids.
My job blows right now. I'm training 4 retards that are supposedly going to make my life easier in the long run, and there isn't anything I can do to get out of it at this point. My assistant manager quit this morning, so not only am I going to go another 3 months without a day off, but I'm also going to be working 12-15 hour days at both of my stores. I've asked my boss for help, but she suddenly decided to take another vacation. She seems to have made this decision between the hour of 10:00am (when my asst. quit) and 10:30am, (when I called her back). Other than all of this, my life is peachy.
I feel bad about venting but I had to get this out somehow, and the one person i usually talk to is in spain for the week. I'll write another entry when I've calmed down a tad
The fact is, I can't even tell her to wash her flthy hands before she helps with dinner, or I'll get the backlash from the dad. I'm not her mother, and god knows I don't want to be, but where does one draw the line between a suggestion and a warning. I can't do anything. I have to go through her father to remind her that my dresser is off limits. I'm never having kids.
My job blows right now. I'm training 4 retards that are supposedly going to make my life easier in the long run, and there isn't anything I can do to get out of it at this point. My assistant manager quit this morning, so not only am I going to go another 3 months without a day off, but I'm also going to be working 12-15 hour days at both of my stores. I've asked my boss for help, but she suddenly decided to take another vacation. She seems to have made this decision between the hour of 10:00am (when my asst. quit) and 10:30am, (when I called her back). Other than all of this, my life is peachy.
I feel bad about venting but I had to get this out somehow, and the one person i usually talk to is in spain for the week. I'll write another entry when I've calmed down a tad