Interview was a success -- which could be a bad thing, 'cos usually when I get jobs, it's after I come home thinking that the interview went badly. But I interviewed with two different managers, and one of them talked me into including her department into the jobs that I'd consider, but my availability didn't line up with what she needed ( Read more... )

Job interview tomorrow.

Yay!

Quarantine =/= Rec. I wanted to reach through the TV to slap the reporter because she was so goddamn hysterical.

I liked the girl in Rec, who was clearly afraid but not useless to the point that you're just waiting for her to die.

UGH. Some woman called in saying that I shorted her $50 in change, but she somehow didn't notice until she got home. So management freaked out for a bit and quizzed me about the amount her bill was, and what I gave her in change, and was less than thrilled that I couldn't give them exact numbers. Lulz, sorry for not committing the details of ( Read more... )

Sheryl locked the keys in the car. Even though the car has a security feature that prevents it from locking when the keys are still in the ignition. She manually overrode it and shoved the lock down, then closed the door. Obviously, I'm a little frustrated.

I'm having a hard time downloading KM31. Well -- I downloaded it, but the files were corrupted.

Stupid internet.

Dear Mom & Dad,

PLEASE TAKE UR DIVORCE OFF OF MY MOTHERFUCKING FACEBOOK WALL KTHXBAI.

*FACEPALM*

I called the corporate hotline about the situation with being "late", and Sheryl's butthurt because she thinks she's going to get the blame for it.

Lame.

But the woman I spoke to thought the situation was pretty fucked up too, and she said they're going to investigate it.

While reading about Tropicana's failed redesign, I came across this gem: "As a Colorblind-American, I have a hard time distinguishing between the subtle variations in hue and thus run the risk of selecting golden grapefruit juice in lieu of orange juice-pulp-free, thank you very much ( Read more... )

Our (Sheryl and I) job has a policy where managers have to clock us in, which is pretty damn stupid. So anyway, this is conflicting with the new policy that anyone late gets written up.

Today the manager lost his fucking card, so Sheryl and I got written up for being three minutes late, despite the fact that HE KNEW WE WERE THERE BECAUSE WE WERE ( Read more... )