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Sep. 1st, 2003

You know what pisses me off? That people think they are better than me because I happen to be working in retail. People who think that I'm some sort of stupid loser that barely got through high school and that I'm doomed to be a loser. People who turn their nose up at me because I'm doing the only thing I can right now to make money until other things in my life fall into place. You don't know me bitch...so DON'T stick your fucking nose up at me.

My first day at Petco was deadly. That's seriously the only way to put it. I think if I survived this day and I'm still going back tomorrow I could work there for the rest of my life. Here's a run down of things that went wrong today.

a. It was raining. HARD. I stood out in the rain with the other new guy for 20 minutes before someone showed up. When someone did show up, they didn't have a key either. FINALLY, the manager who can open the store showed up 30 minutes late. If Mary *girl without key* hadn't come I was sooooooo out of there at 7:15. Oh well. I got paid to get rained on at least.

b. Mary has been working at Petco for two weeks. Mary was training us. Mary is afraid of every fucking animal in the store. I got bit by a hampster, gnawed on by ferrets, and attacked by a bird. And I'm STILL sticking my fucking arms in the cages. I cannot deal with a priss who won't touch a fucking cricket without a pair of gloves. PLEASE. Plus what the fuck were they thinking...it was TOTALLY the blind leading the blind.

c. While feeding the animals we encountered 1 dead hampster, 1 dead gecko, a TON of dead fish, and two hours later a guniea pig that was FINE in the morning drops dead. What a fucking way to start out. The fish could be explained. Some ass brought one back that had an infection from their tank and it spread to OUR tank. The rest...who the hell knows. *sigh* Oh yes...and Miss Mary wouldn't fucking pick the dead things up and put them in the freezer...what the hell. They aren't going to bite...they're dead.

d. Labor day + rain=every fucking person in Decatur decided to buy shit for their pet. With three people who total have worked there for less than 40 hours. Not pretty.

e. Some fucking bank's computer system was fucking...so anyone trying to write checks or use a card from that bank couldn't. This led to lots of pissed of people.

f. It only goes on and on. *sigh*

And after all that....I still think I might actually LIKE this job. I get to work with animals:) I LOVE animals. All animals. God these two people I was stuck with today were ticking me off. "I hate cats, I hate mice, I hate the fucking ferrets." The way the FUCK ARE YOU WORKING IN A FUCKING PET STORE. Go to Wal-Mart for christ's sake and quit bitching at me. The manager is cool though...obvious love for the critters.

And Sunday while at the bookstore my thighs got a workout for all the squatting to put books away so I can barely walk right now due to the sore muscles. Other that all this, life is WONDERFUL.

Yay!! ~Amanda


Sep. 3rd, 2003 07:50 am (UTC)
That you are Amy dear ;) And thanks for rubbing that in *misses her hunny*

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