Kiss My Patch

I went back home since I came in at the wrong time. Dammit.

Is there some sort of vendetta against me at work? There's a person at work who is obviously being fake with me. Oddly enough she's the oldest associate so you'd think that she's the most mature.

I'm the nice guy at work but she's talking shit behind my back. So she's telling my bosses that the other girls are stepping all over me and that I have no respect or control. FUCK YOU. First of all, the only thing we did was play hip hop while we closing the store, and of course she was being overly dramatic about it.

"If I listened to this music everyday, I'd just die!" I did my job. I made sure everyone did their respective tasks and NO I didn't need to use excesive bitching to get the others to do their job. We even changed tracks just so she would stop complaining.

Look, we had our own music when we were opening the store. Why? There was no business to disrupt. Now I can't play music WHILE we're closed? Bullshit. I let them because it makes closing easier for them. I let them because they're more motivated to work when they're not listening to frumpy adult contemporary music.

I'm tired of being a target at work.

I'm going to look for a new job and if I find a better opportunity, you better believe I'm leaving. I'd be unrealistic to quit with my expenses...but yeah. I hate my job and I'm not too crazy about some of the people who work with and under me.

I just updated my resume. It felt good.