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dragonflycq

Orlando Florida

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Thursday Dec 23, 2004

Dec 23, 2004
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2 Shopping days left till Christmas.

I have one more thing to get...but I won't be seeing that person till after Christmas...so I'm pretty much in the clear.

I was trying to save up enough time and money to get my parents a kitty for Christmas so they'll stop trying to steal mine...but I don't know if you can 'adopt' a cat on Christmas Eve at like 7pm. So.............

About half of my presents are given out. My favorite part of Christmas is watching the surprise on peoples faces when they're totally unexpecting of even getting a present let alone what it is. So far...I dun good.....except...........

This ass hole (whom has now made it my personal mission to get fired) that I work with has ruined my Christmas. The big present that I got for Rob that he had no idea I was getting (and by the way he actually does own everything, and literally is the hardest person in the world to shop for) I had delivered to the store because it had to be signed for. However....I was not working that morning because I was here at the 'Boo....so I called my boss over there and gave him a heads up to watch out for it and put it in my bin so no one would see it....Well......this assfuckingwipe who used to be the assistant manager of the other store that folded this year and is now a fucking peon in our store, OPENED THE GODDAMN BOX CLEARLY ADDRESSED TO ME TOOK OUT THE PRESENT AND PUT IT ON A BOTTOM SHELF BEHIND THE BACK COUNTER. So that when Rob came in....he saw the present. Though it was in another box-it is clearly marked on the outside exactly what it is, and even had "For Rob" written in big red sharpie marker on the top b/c it was coming from a friend in PA that was doing me a favor. So basically, because of this assholes negligence, my surprise is GONE. And when confronted...he's all

"Hey D...what's up?"

And I'm like, "Actually I'm pretty pissed."

"O really? Why's that D?"
"Well...you remember that package you opened yesterday...well it was a fucking Christmas present...so the next time you open a box you better make sure it's got your FUCKING name on it."

And I walked Away. He later came back to me (completely neglecting his responsibilities to the store) and had the audacity to explain that he doesn't pay attention to who the boxes that come to Plan9 are addressed to, he just opens them.

This same shitty employee has also cost us multiple sales this week because he wanders off...sold something that was on hold for another customer thereby losing a customer for life....and ruined my Christmas.

So you know what.

HE'S FUCKING FIRED.

Fuck him up his fucking lazy useless piece of shit ass.

Sorry for venting. Work over there has been driving me nuts. If it weren't for me, Rob, and our best friend and fellow awesome co-worker Dave...Plan 9 would have swallowed itself this week. By the end of the work week...I will have accured over 10 overtime hours, plus working here at the 'Boo. So I'm just frustrated. And I hate my boss over there. He's just as worthless as the other guy. They both came from the other store that folded. Yeah that's right. They took the manager of a shitty store that went under and put him at the helm of a multi-million dollar ship. And he my friends, has lost his shit. The Christmas rush kicks in HARDCORE the week before Christmas, and he, looks like a deer in headlights. I mean. Literally. He just stands there. It's like a scene in a movie where the character takes a bunch of drugs and slows down to super slow motion and everything else is swirling around them in fast motion. It's so bad...I almos picked him up and moved him out of my way yesterday (he's shorter than me and has the worst Napoleon complex I've EVER seen). And he's been leaving early this week. While I and 3 others have at least 5 hours OT.

Anyway.....Rob and I are exchanging presents tonight. I know he's gone way out of his way for me...and I'm gonna feel like shit when he's not surprised by anything I've gotten him.

Well...I've got to go try and figure out what to say to him in his Christmas card.....it'll be hard though...not to say the one thing I want to say....I love him.

There. I wrote it.

Merry fucking Christmas.
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corroded_heart:
Dec 24, 2004
cheech:
I have your presents still; see you next weekend?
Dec 26, 2004

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