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Nov. 5th, 2001 03:55 pmI hate stress. I really do.
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wendolen pointed out to me last night that I would be able to cope with stuff like what I mentioned in my last post if I wasn't feeling trapped, depressed and stressed-out by my living and working situation. She's quite correct.
...Amazingly, I'm actually starting to hate my job more than I hate living with my parents! Things are getting really bad at the deli, actually, it was pretty cool to start out with, but everyone except for me and one other person has quit in the last week, and the management is starting to get scary and corporate.
Oh, and the lady who does demos is a total bitch. I mean, *really* a total bitch. She opened the door to the deli really quickly when I was standing right behind it and hit me in the face. No apology, just berating me for standing in front of the door -- and I *work* there!
(Getting something out of box, rummage, rummage, rummage... SMACK! "Owww! Please, be careful!"
"You should have been standing in front of the door, (unspoken: you worthless little brat) I didn't know you where there!"
"That is an excellent reason to not open the door so quickly. Please be more careful in the future." unspoken: Screw you, bitch, you have no right to treat me this way, and I'm not going to take it.
...And she stomps off, seething at my sheer insubordination in answering her back -- yet knowing she can't do anything about it, because I was perfectly within the bounds of politeness.)
Something in me just won't let me back down when dealing with her, though. Both times I have had confrontations like this with her, I've stood up to her, and she's stomped off in a huff, knowing that she's in the wrong. She's used to being able to bully people into submission, and for some reason gentle, spineless Bjorn just refuses to take any bullshit from her.
She's even nasty to customers. I'm amazed she still has a job, really.
...Anyway, that little confrontation contributed to my being in an awful mood last night.
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Things will change. The world turns. We are adaptable creatures, and I know now that unhappy times will pass -- at least for me, they do. The question is... when? And how?
In the meantime, this song always makes me happy.
wendolen pointed out to me last night that I would be able to cope with stuff like what I mentioned in my last post if I wasn't feeling trapped, depressed and stressed-out by my living and working situation. She's quite correct. ...Amazingly, I'm actually starting to hate my job more than I hate living with my parents! Things are getting really bad at the deli, actually, it was pretty cool to start out with, but everyone except for me and one other person has quit in the last week, and the management is starting to get scary and corporate.
Oh, and the lady who does demos is a total bitch. I mean, *really* a total bitch. She opened the door to the deli really quickly when I was standing right behind it and hit me in the face. No apology, just berating me for standing in front of the door -- and I *work* there!
(Getting something out of box, rummage, rummage, rummage... SMACK! "Owww! Please, be careful!"
"You should have been standing in front of the door, (unspoken: you worthless little brat) I didn't know you where there!"
"That is an excellent reason to not open the door so quickly. Please be more careful in the future." unspoken: Screw you, bitch, you have no right to treat me this way, and I'm not going to take it.
...And she stomps off, seething at my sheer insubordination in answering her back -- yet knowing she can't do anything about it, because I was perfectly within the bounds of politeness.)
Something in me just won't let me back down when dealing with her, though. Both times I have had confrontations like this with her, I've stood up to her, and she's stomped off in a huff, knowing that she's in the wrong. She's used to being able to bully people into submission, and for some reason gentle, spineless Bjorn just refuses to take any bullshit from her.
She's even nasty to customers. I'm amazed she still has a job, really.
...Anyway, that little confrontation contributed to my being in an awful mood last night.
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Things will change. The world turns. We are adaptable creatures, and I know now that unhappy times will pass -- at least for me, they do. The question is... when? And how?
In the meantime, this song always makes me happy.