BLEHHHH.

Know what I hate more than anything in the workplace? Indecision and inconsistency in management. I dealt with a lot worse with Shelby, but. I distinctly remember Kris asking me to audit everything in the store (make sure everything on the floor is sensored) last Friday. And that was all I was supposed to be doing today (and by the way, at least 1/4 of every jetrail I checked was unsensored. HOLY. SHIT.). She KNEW the shipment was gonna get crazy over Monday because I wasn't gonna be there to bust any out. But she still asked me to audit the sales floor. Sooooo that's what I did this morning when I got there. Then when she got there at noon it seemed as if she was expecting all these boxes to be gone.

Hmmmmm.

Strike two. Strike one was her being completely out of her mind fucking stressed out about EVERYTHING. Which I have to deal with every time she comes into the stockroom.

"*heavy sigh* this is a nightmare."

"Oh great. Like we needed more ofthose."

Etc, etc. Bitchbitchbitch. I really like her and all, but GODDAMN. She gets so stressed out about this shit that I get stressed because she's so stressed. It's fucking DUMB.

On that note. I went into Guess today and talked to Angel and Christina. Angel said I got approval from Jenelle. So she's waiting on word from home office. JOY.

I think if I do get back on at Guess, I'll just have Kris cut my hours back at PE. 'Cause I'm really gonna need the money. I have to get a tooth pulled within the month, and that's gonna cost anywhere from $300-$400. My head was fucking throbbing for the last half of the day and the second I got home I had to bum a vic from mom. That helped a great deal, but now it's wearing off and I'm gonna have to take another one. Fuck. This pain is getting unbearable.

Anyhow. Work 4-close tomorrow. Glee.

Then it's...
Thursday: 10-4
Friday: 2-close
Saturday: 3-close

So I'm down to do something Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. Wooo. Then I have Sunday off and mom and I are gonna go have Chev do our hurrs. Yay. My roots are getting super gnarly.

Off to go proofread Mike's resume.