DAMMIT!

Stupid favoritism. I HATE IT!

So yeah. I think I mentioned how I got scolded once for arriving... two minutes past the "time" I was supposed to be in (some bullshit like 5:02 or something). Well. This girl (who's going to go by her actual name. CUZ I HATE HER THAT MUCH), Brenda. She comes in late almost every time she has a shift. And they NEVER scold her. And I mean never. She also spends most of the time doing nothing. And other than doing nothing, when she's the last cashier to put away her munny, she starts bitching at the ones organizing that she wants to leave and that we should hurry up. Yeah. Total bitch. Also must mention the fact that she apparently has a "free pass" where she can leave her station to go gossip with the manager and supervisor. Yeah, totally unfair. Totally.

So yeah. Today I was the first one to arrive. As in, I got there and there wasn't a single cashier in sight. I was rather shocked. Anyway, I took my petty-cash thing and pick the first station. Didn't care where I was, really. Good thing I picked that one tho, cuz the alternative was next to... her. Ugh.

Anyway. Around 12, the supervisor, Annie, apparently sends her to make sammiches cuz they're hungry. Goddammit. If you know you're going to be at a store from 11 to 5, the LEAST you could do is eat some damn breakfast. And/or bring your own lunch. But no. They're stupid and they start going around getting stuff to buy for sammich. I see Brenda going around. And stuff. After half an hour, she's still going around. A bit later she passes by my station and I ask her if she's on break. She says yes, and asks why. I shrug and say that I was just wondering. Her "break" lasted from 40 minutes to an hour. I SHIT YOU NOT. I was sent on break at 12:53. Yup.

I take my stuff, buy soda, and go to the backroom to eat lunch and generally stay far away from everyone. (yay!). After 30 minutes of isolation, I punched in (cuz the break's only for 30 minutes). Das gets the break after me. Near the end of her break, she comes by my station to buy something. Which I dun mind much. She's sweet. So I tell her that if Bren takes another (strongly saying "ANOTHER") break, that I would scream. She looks at me wondering if I'll really do it and in a rather low voice she says that she just went on break. I take a deep breath and simply say "ok" before finishing with her. When I start with the costumer after Das, the lady tells me that she would scream if she were in my shoes. XD Fun fun!

So yeah. Stupid Bren took TWO breaks. What. The. Fuck.
I don't mind the part of the two breaks. It's the fact that it was TWO. When the rest of us were working our fucking asses off, she was off having a riot. GRRRRRRRRR.

Near the end of the work day, I get sent to organize the aisles cuz apparently I'm one of the fastest. Excuse me, what? I'm one of the SLOWEST! o_o
But oh well. I get paired with Lizzy. She's cool. Most of the time.
Anyway, we organize, and talk. Bitch that it's down right INHUMAN to have us working under this heat. Cuz of course, the a/c is so fucking old, you can't feel it. At all. So most movements resulted in lots of sweating. Which is just disgusting. The manager passed us by bitching that we were too slow. We WHINED that it was too hot. She completely dismissed us saying that it wasn't a reason to work slower and that we should hurry up. DX FAIL. Lizzy and I bitch to ourselves that if she wants us to hurry so much, she should fucking help then.

As we're nearly done with the last aisle, the store is finally closed and the last cashier gets send in to put her petty-cash-thing back on 50 and register everything else. She has to pass by the first aisle where we are. And it's Bren. I curse under my breath and between my teeth. She goes "hurry up! I want to leave! Hey, Lizzy! Hurry up! You're giving me a ride!" and goes into the office. I blink, then turned to Lizzy. She confirms that the ride thing is true. I rolled my eyes. I bitch that if she wants us to hurry, she should fucking help too.

They're all useless anyway.

We're done! We're cleaning up the stations and stuff (aka, I'm cleaning the stations and stuff), and the manager goes around going "see? It wasn't impossible. Who said it was impossible?" No one. No one said that organizing the store before 5:30 was impossible. Unbearable, annoying, and tiring? Yes. But not impossible. We would've finished sooner if these people weren't being pieces of turd and doing NOTHING! But yeah. Hell. We pretended we redid all the aisles as we're supposed to and just said that we were done with it all. Cuz yeah. I, for one, was sick and tired of the day.

That's it I guess.
Got work tomorrow.... MEHHHHH.

~Flare