More Work (Woes)
Yesterday was good, as far as days at work go. One of my managers complimented me on my attitude and stuff, and that was good. I also got a five dollar tip from this one girl who almost always gives me one when she comes in. It's really strange, and I always have trouble accepting that kind of thing. I mean, money, yay, but... I dunno, I've just never worked in a place where a person gets tips. Heck, I worked at Dairy Queen for months and never got a tip.
Aaaanyways.
Today I had to put up with an extrodinary amount of bitching from one, sometimes two, coworkers. One complained that I was 'stealing' her cups - which happen to be MINE as much as hers - and the other bitched when I got a cup for the first, after she ASKED me to get one. When I mentioned this, coworker #1 retorts with "if I asked you to jump off a bridge..."
Grah.
I'm not sure if they could tell that my smile was entirely fake and said "I want to strangle you now."
Later one of the managers asks me to clean off the menu boards. I do it, and she comments that they looked much nicer, and bitch coworker #1 rolls her eyes and says, quite audibly, that they look the same to her.
Me: "Yeah, 'kay. This is getting petty."
And then there was the complaining about how I was doing my job. Now, for some completely stupid reason, I'm willing to, ya know, admit that I'm not perfect at everything. Every once in a while. Just to change things up.
If I took the matters to one of the managers, it would amount to me looking like, if not being, a sneaky whiner. So, in the interests of attempting to keep relations with my coworkers civil, I actually talked to them without saying anything over their heads. Not anything accusing, just a "if you've got a problem with something I'm doing, for god's sake, let me know and we can work it out, okay?"
They favored me with looks that I think I've gotten from cows before. It was that kind of staring. Maybe there was a nod or a "okay" or something in there, I'm not sure, I was on my way out. Sheesh.
I think it was the right thing to do. Possibly also the sucker thing to do, since I doubt that they really care about my sincere desire to work passably efficiently, and peacefully, with my coworkers. I don't want to have any unfair work shoved off on me, and I don't want to push it off on anyone else.
I'm seriously considering signing up for NaNoWriMo. It would give me a chance to write and get the brain working, which it hasn't very well lately, and I do have somewhere to start. I still don't expect to get much of anywhere, but I think that the effort might do me and my muses some good. They've been terribly difficult and unruly lately, in general.
On a related note, Sanzo's ikkou has inexplicably moved into the Outer Brainspace. I do not know why they are there, since... what am I gonna do with them? Must keep an eye on them, 'cause they don't need to get out and meet up with Sanzo. Got enough problems with him as it is, thaaanks.
Ah, yeah, the girlscouts are shamelessly fleecing me for every bit of spare change that I have lately, yet again. Those thin mint cookies are my bane.