*headdesk*

Miss Bitchy-Bitch has done it again! Followed by our new manager-lady. D:

And I thought we were doing so good. But noooo.

I can't divide myself. I just can't.

SO. Apparently I also have no reason to hate organizing the aisles after I've been made to organize them all (aka, practically the whole store) by myself (because everyone else gets to fool around, but not me). So I still had to do most of the aisles myself, and then they started screaming at me cuz the first aisle wasn't fixed. Joy. The manager starts being annoying that we have to hurry up. Why? Does the world end at 9pm so she has to have the store looking pretty? Sorry, but our schedules say we can be there up until 9:30. Just because she wants to get out early doesn't mean she can stand around looking at us work and not do any of it herself.

So I'm taking care of aisle one, taking my sweet time. And Miss B-B starts moving stuff. After one shelf she goes "there! I helped you as most as I could". D: Wait, what? You mean you can't help out more? Because why again? You're doing absolutely NOTHING! Dammit. So yeah.

Oh and while the manager was hurrying us (aka, me), Miss B-B goes "yes, hurry! or else... you know!" Excuse me? Did you just threaten me with a warning? Lovely. And what's it going to say? That I refused to hurry up organizing? Because I was busy organizing other aisles and putting away misplaced merchandise? Is that it? Bring it then.

But yeah. It took me all I had not to go horribly violent or something on her.

The music wasn't helping. I don't mind "old people" music. I don't. Unless it's on EVERYDAY. D: And it starts... after 6pm. And guess who has to do most of closing duties! Yup. Me. And I detest "bachata" and "merenge". DX LOATHE IT!

Luckily, I'm off tomorrow.
Gonna run away and buy kompeito. Because I'm in need of sugar. And because I finally found a place to buy them. Yay.

~Flare