What a day. I could say that about the whole week so far I guess.
Breakdown at Work
I flipped out a bit at work today. Everyone was grumpy and demanding and kept being rude and mean. I was supposed to be out at three and at around 3:10, one customer too many was an asshole to me, and I don't even know why, but I burst into tears. And I couldn't stop once I started. I got a co-worker and good friend of mine to take over for me and made a run for the restroom. In a matter of mintues, my manager had foudn out and sent in another co-worker to see if I was ok. I pretty much was, until she asked me if I needed a hug and to talk and then I started crying again. My manager was waiting outside for me and took me to her office. She wasn't mad at me but I don't think she quite understood what was happening, because she kept asking what was said or done, and what she could do for me. It wasn't that the specific woman who "made" me cry was the problem--she was just the final blow, the straw that broke the cashier's mind. I mean, a person can only take so much, you know? So after I talked to the manager, she told me to go home, have a drink or two and relax. Cool, right?
Well, apparently, she thought I was, in her words, hysterical, so she called my best friend, who also works there but in a different department, and told her to come deal with me. I'd left of course, so poor Laura calls me thinking something horrible has happened, worried that my stalker from Monday (that's another story entirely) had done something to me. I'm like no, work just sucks and people suck and I couldn't take it today, so apparently now they think I need help. I hate it how people stare at you when you are crying but say nothing. Just leave me alone til I'm through with my tears and then I'll tell what's wrong. Certainly, I can't be the first retail employee to reach her breaking point. And I hate having people see me cry so that didn't help me to calm down.
Monday
Monday was odd as well. Some older guy knocked on my door as I was getting ready to go meet my friends for bowling. He asked who's your guy? I was like huh? Who do you live with. So I tell him his last name and he asks my name. I tell him, because I just want to know what he wants and get rid of him so I can get ready. He then claims I'm teh one he's looking for and that he has been given my name, "probably by a friend of yours", for wholesale picture developing. He then asks if he woke me up (my hair was in the middle of being done and I had no makeup on). I said no, I was trying to get ready to go somewhere. He wanted to know where I worked, which I refused to tell him and wanted to come in, which I also refused. After I'd shut the door, it struck me as weird that he hadn't come up and asked for a specific person, and that he had somehow known I lived with a guy. I got freaked, called a friend who's brother is on the police force here, and she said to call it in, it was definitely suspicious. So I did. I'm still a bit freaked. The cops said it is most likely a legit salesman with a crappy company, but it could be a burglar or something. The guy said he'd come back this weekend to tell me about his offer. I'm not looking forward. Dustin will be here and he said he'd handle it, I shouldn't even go to the door. We need to get the company name to see if they are registered to go door to door in this area.
Monday was also my friend Laura's boyfriend's 21st birthday. Through a bizarre series of everyone knowing everyone else in this hellhole town, my ex ends up at the party. Which whatever, I'm mature enough to ignore him. But my friends freak out and everyone starts arguing, trying to convince me this jerk hasn't been talking shit about me, etc. Again, whatever. I don't care. If I cared, I probably wouldn't have dumped his sorry ass almost 2 years ago. So Laura decides we need to go on a beer run, to get us both out of there. I left as soon as we got back. Rumor has it, the ex will also be at the surprise party this weekend. Another friend wants to beat up the guy who claimed my ex has nothing against me for saying he was a liar for telling me that the ex called me a bitch, etc. Dustin wants to have it out with the ex for being a dumbass. I want to scream because I don't need any of this drama, yet I can understand everyone's perspective.
I need out. No more of this craziness. I could use a few boring days right about now. But no, I get to walk into work tomorrow, where everyone thinks I'm kuku for koko puffs.
But, um, bowling was fun. I suck but it was fun. My best was a whopping 96. Laura and I want to join a league for the fun of it. I think it'd be good for both of us. She hasn't had it so wonderful lately either. We're both old enough to know we need better than where we are but too young to know how to change it all. We've both been through a lot and I think that was what sparked our friendship four years ago, that and the fact that our boyfriend's were sort of friends and into the same things, which we loathed. We both went through the big breakups within six months of each other and I really think we both survived because of our friendship. We aren't quite so similar these days, but we still have that friendship that comes from going through tough times together. We're planning an outting tomorrow because, well, we need some girl time.
Sorry for the long, overly emotional journal but its where I am right now.
Breakdown at Work
I flipped out a bit at work today. Everyone was grumpy and demanding and kept being rude and mean. I was supposed to be out at three and at around 3:10, one customer too many was an asshole to me, and I don't even know why, but I burst into tears. And I couldn't stop once I started. I got a co-worker and good friend of mine to take over for me and made a run for the restroom. In a matter of mintues, my manager had foudn out and sent in another co-worker to see if I was ok. I pretty much was, until she asked me if I needed a hug and to talk and then I started crying again. My manager was waiting outside for me and took me to her office. She wasn't mad at me but I don't think she quite understood what was happening, because she kept asking what was said or done, and what she could do for me. It wasn't that the specific woman who "made" me cry was the problem--she was just the final blow, the straw that broke the cashier's mind. I mean, a person can only take so much, you know? So after I talked to the manager, she told me to go home, have a drink or two and relax. Cool, right?
Well, apparently, she thought I was, in her words, hysterical, so she called my best friend, who also works there but in a different department, and told her to come deal with me. I'd left of course, so poor Laura calls me thinking something horrible has happened, worried that my stalker from Monday (that's another story entirely) had done something to me. I'm like no, work just sucks and people suck and I couldn't take it today, so apparently now they think I need help. I hate it how people stare at you when you are crying but say nothing. Just leave me alone til I'm through with my tears and then I'll tell what's wrong. Certainly, I can't be the first retail employee to reach her breaking point. And I hate having people see me cry so that didn't help me to calm down.
Monday
Monday was odd as well. Some older guy knocked on my door as I was getting ready to go meet my friends for bowling. He asked who's your guy? I was like huh? Who do you live with. So I tell him his last name and he asks my name. I tell him, because I just want to know what he wants and get rid of him so I can get ready. He then claims I'm teh one he's looking for and that he has been given my name, "probably by a friend of yours", for wholesale picture developing. He then asks if he woke me up (my hair was in the middle of being done and I had no makeup on). I said no, I was trying to get ready to go somewhere. He wanted to know where I worked, which I refused to tell him and wanted to come in, which I also refused. After I'd shut the door, it struck me as weird that he hadn't come up and asked for a specific person, and that he had somehow known I lived with a guy. I got freaked, called a friend who's brother is on the police force here, and she said to call it in, it was definitely suspicious. So I did. I'm still a bit freaked. The cops said it is most likely a legit salesman with a crappy company, but it could be a burglar or something. The guy said he'd come back this weekend to tell me about his offer. I'm not looking forward. Dustin will be here and he said he'd handle it, I shouldn't even go to the door. We need to get the company name to see if they are registered to go door to door in this area.
Monday was also my friend Laura's boyfriend's 21st birthday. Through a bizarre series of everyone knowing everyone else in this hellhole town, my ex ends up at the party. Which whatever, I'm mature enough to ignore him. But my friends freak out and everyone starts arguing, trying to convince me this jerk hasn't been talking shit about me, etc. Again, whatever. I don't care. If I cared, I probably wouldn't have dumped his sorry ass almost 2 years ago. So Laura decides we need to go on a beer run, to get us both out of there. I left as soon as we got back. Rumor has it, the ex will also be at the surprise party this weekend. Another friend wants to beat up the guy who claimed my ex has nothing against me for saying he was a liar for telling me that the ex called me a bitch, etc. Dustin wants to have it out with the ex for being a dumbass. I want to scream because I don't need any of this drama, yet I can understand everyone's perspective.
I need out. No more of this craziness. I could use a few boring days right about now. But no, I get to walk into work tomorrow, where everyone thinks I'm kuku for koko puffs.
But, um, bowling was fun. I suck but it was fun. My best was a whopping 96. Laura and I want to join a league for the fun of it. I think it'd be good for both of us. She hasn't had it so wonderful lately either. We're both old enough to know we need better than where we are but too young to know how to change it all. We've both been through a lot and I think that was what sparked our friendship four years ago, that and the fact that our boyfriend's were sort of friends and into the same things, which we loathed. We both went through the big breakups within six months of each other and I really think we both survived because of our friendship. We aren't quite so similar these days, but we still have that friendship that comes from going through tough times together. We're planning an outting tomorrow because, well, we need some girl time.
Sorry for the long, overly emotional journal but its where I am right now.
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Seriously though, that is a bit weird. I am sure everything will be fine.
the new bar should be totally cool! i can't wait to be working in a busier place. plus, i used to go there, so i know what it gets like in the summer ~ CRAZY BUSY!! sometimes they get 2000 people in that place!
xoxo