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Today was a day, I guess.
On my way to work, my Walkman's batteries were empty, so I couldn't even finish listening to the first song on my mixtape. e_e
Then I got to work and got jumpscared by my boss being there. She left almost immediately, but seeing and hearing her at all definitely sucked.
Then work was mostly okay, except that the tasks for Sunday are so fucking weird. A coworker of mine had to put the new stuff in the store, while I had to take the old stuff out? But we did this at the same time, so that was just more work for me. Also had to clean the counter at the cash register, which is so damn inconvenient when you have to do it when the store is open and you're the only one behind the cash register. Seriously don't know what my boss was thinking, but okay.
Also, since I often buy cool shit like technology from the store, I'm now no longer allowed to buy stuff on Sundays at work anymore. They could've just said that I need to wait with tech and vintage stuff, but no, I'm just not allowed to buy anything on Sunday because someone higher up needs to price everything I want to buy. But everyone else working on Sunday IS allowed to buy things that day and make up prices for each other. Hell, I'm even allowed to make up prices for the others. I'm just not allowed to buy stuff myself. I'm starting to wonder if my boss just hates me specifically.
Then, when I wanted to walk back home, my grandmother was waiting for me. After I told her multiple times that I'd walk before today. And then when she came to visit the store today, I told her again, even though she really didn't want me walking on my own. And then when I got out of work, there she fucking was. I told her I was going to walk, which she said was dumb. I'm so fucking tired of people thinking I'm some helpless child who can't do anything and will be murdered as soon as he leaves the house alone. I can fucking take care of myself. And walking back home in the dark is my favorite part of my workdays. I'm just so fucking annoyed.
Anyway, I'm back home now, and I've changed into something comfortable and I think I might listen to some music now and then watch a horror movie after dinner, or something. I don't know. I'm just pissed off and tired.
On my way to work, my Walkman's batteries were empty, so I couldn't even finish listening to the first song on my mixtape. e_e
Then I got to work and got jumpscared by my boss being there. She left almost immediately, but seeing and hearing her at all definitely sucked.
Then work was mostly okay, except that the tasks for Sunday are so fucking weird. A coworker of mine had to put the new stuff in the store, while I had to take the old stuff out? But we did this at the same time, so that was just more work for me. Also had to clean the counter at the cash register, which is so damn inconvenient when you have to do it when the store is open and you're the only one behind the cash register. Seriously don't know what my boss was thinking, but okay.
Also, since I often buy cool shit like technology from the store, I'm now no longer allowed to buy stuff on Sundays at work anymore. They could've just said that I need to wait with tech and vintage stuff, but no, I'm just not allowed to buy anything on Sunday because someone higher up needs to price everything I want to buy. But everyone else working on Sunday IS allowed to buy things that day and make up prices for each other. Hell, I'm even allowed to make up prices for the others. I'm just not allowed to buy stuff myself. I'm starting to wonder if my boss just hates me specifically.
Then, when I wanted to walk back home, my grandmother was waiting for me. After I told her multiple times that I'd walk before today. And then when she came to visit the store today, I told her again, even though she really didn't want me walking on my own. And then when I got out of work, there she fucking was. I told her I was going to walk, which she said was dumb. I'm so fucking tired of people thinking I'm some helpless child who can't do anything and will be murdered as soon as he leaves the house alone. I can fucking take care of myself. And walking back home in the dark is my favorite part of my workdays. I'm just so fucking annoyed.
Anyway, I'm back home now, and I've changed into something comfortable and I think I might listen to some music now and then watch a horror movie after dinner, or something. I don't know. I'm just pissed off and tired.
