September 8th, 2006
Some people just aren't worth the energy to get upset about. Unfortunately, knowing that doesn't prevent me from spending the energy.
I can have quite the temper sometimes, I know that. But I never just blow up for no reason. I'm not going to have a conniption because a supervisor asks me to ring... you know? There's no point in that kind of shit. If you're going to fly off the handle, it might as well be for a halfway decent reason. During certain times of the month the reason may be considerably more INSANE than it would normally be, but it's there nevertheless.
I'll also admit that someone telling me I'm wrong when I'm not is one of the things that REALLY pisses me off. Especially if you're lying right to my face and insist that you're right. That... will not help calm me down, despite what some people apparently think.
The bottom line here? She asked me what was upsetting me, I was telling her, and then I got told that I was wrong (which I wasn't) and that she wasn't going to deal with my "hissy fit". I'm sorry... I'm not fucking two years old, and I won't be treated like that, especially by that irresponsible hypocritical fucking CUNT. She can just bite me and I really don't give a fuck if she's a supervisor or not. You know... since it's not like I've worked in that store for almost four years or anything... it's not like I actually know what I'm talking about on occasion...
How much you want to bet Scott says something to me on Wednesday because she was bitching to him about me?
That's when I explain to him that we lost almost $40 on a sale because a customer was upset about the size of the envelopes that the invitations come with. And that this bitch of a supervisor decided that I was the one that was wrong, because obviously I should've been psychic and shown the customer the envelopes before they started their order. Like I even knew that they were actually doing invitations before the end, because I did suggest the cheaper borders to them first and that's actually what I thought they were doing. But, you know, whatever, because that's so obviously MY fault. And I have absolutely no right to be upset about that.
I'll admit that I was probably over-reacting to the initial situation. I'd already been aggrevated and this was like somebody rubbing salt into the wound. But... her version of calming me down just pissed me off further. You know, because telling me that we had smaller envelopes that fit the 4x6 prints, which isn't true, and trying to ARGUE with me about it was the intelligent thing to do. Yeah, you were here. But you know what? So was I. I've spent three holiday seasons in that place, and I've never seen an envelope that size. Ever. So THERE! *sticks tongue out* .....yeah, I'm getting juvinile now. This is really starting to feel ridiculous, but I'm just still really pissed about this whole thing. Grrrr.
Maybe I'll go play Soul Calibur II and beat the shit out of a random video game character... that always makes me feel better. Yeah. Sounds good. Later!