There’s a Halo…thing going on in between here and apartment 3. I swear I’d give them all custom engraved plaques if they could make it a week without playing.
The grumpiness comes from the fact that they’re all being assy and my apartment is full of people who don’t fucking live here. Andrew is next door and I’ve got four guys in my living room, trapping me in the corner at my desk–heaven forbid I walk in front of the tv; and none of them even fucking live here.
Just add to that the fact that I dislike 3 of them, and am sick of them. Plus all the being broke stuff and school starting back tomorrow….ya know, the fun stuff *eyeroll*
Oy! So Thursday night, Ryan got stuck in Jacksonville with a busted break line–something he could fix himself if he had the lift and all, ya know? But of course, he had to wait until Saturday morning for anyone to do anything.
Saturday comes and rent is due. I don’t pay rent until I know all the money is there. I find out I’ve got to cover Ryan’s because for some reason his paycheck isn’t showing up (he has direct deposit) and later, when it’s all said and done, we find out his master cylinder is worthless so that has to be replaced. Overall, over $500. He had to get a credit card just to pay for it. I was in Douglas when all this was going down, so I didn’t drop off rent until 9ish.
I got there and Don had a sign on the door announcing that rent was now officially late and for you to include the late fee or rent would be returned. I had NO idea what the late fee was, or anyone to contact, so I added $40 and left a note saying to just apply the excess to next month.
Last night I got home and Ryan thinks it’s closer to $75. Which means on Monday, rent will be considered almost 3 days late, and I’m probably out an extra $100 that I don’t really have to spare.
Talk about pissed. This guy is such an ass. He even has it set up to where if repairs are needed in the apartments, tenants have to pay the first $50. Imagine how often things actually get fixed.
He owns multiple buildings here in Valdosta, on top of a pawn shop & title loan operation. If you performed a small business valuation, you’d see he’s worth way more than he deserves. To boot, he’s got a ‘thank you’ letter from Bush prominently displayed. That’s like strike two and three together in my book.
So kids, let’s all hope really hard that this is one of those times where Jade is right and Ryan is wrong because otherwise, Jade and Ryan are both beyond broke for two weeks.
Well, I stayed home yesterday to fight this cold/flu/death thing and I’m feeling only a little better today, but I went to work anyway.
There are 5 sections that each require at least one cashier present–garden center, returns, customer service, checkouts, & lumber. 5 is an absolute minimum. Today we have 4 people opening, and 4 people closing. There are no mid-shifts to cover lunches.
I’m running Customer Service, Returns, and checking customers out because there’s no speed requirement to be a cashier….
So that means I’m answering phones, ringing someone up, and calling a department for a pickup while someone else is standing in Returns tapping their tootsies waiting on me. This was a slow moment.
And I’m sick.
And I had NO sleep last night. None. When I finally fell asleep, Ryan called and I was on the phone with him for an hour trying to get through how to cancel his phone because it had been stolen. This all ended with the guy who took his phone bringing it back.
And my lunch break is over now. When I left, we were waiting on two people to show up. If I don’t see their cars when I pull in, I really may just come back home. I’m sick of this scheduling bullshit.
*wine* I’m slowly working on the Louisiana post, but it’s 5 days worth of stuff to talk about so I don’t wanna post until I remember everything I wanted to talk about.
My sinuses are beyond angry right now. My face feels huge, my head is pounding, if I’m not sneezing, one of my nostrils is literally a steady stream. Ew.
I got a Target gift card for $20 and found out today that Target had season 3 of The Office on sale for $19….so guess where I went. I had to pick up some body shop supplies anyway for my dad so he can change my brakes next week. They’re singing!
They threw me off though. They had a sign up for season 1, which was sold out. There was a sign up for season 2 and there were 2 or 3 left, but there was no sale sign for season 3 and there were tons of them. It ended up being on sale, but I was worried!
So now I’m hanging out and watching lots of deleted scenes and bloopers. Can someone cure my Office obsession? I think not. Thanks Kristi….
I swear all my customers today are on crack…or they just got out of drug rehabilitation. They’ve never seen or purchased a gift card before. Never ever had to return an item, or even pay for something with a credit card…
They wrote my hours down wrong on the clipboard–I was SO close to getting out of there at 1! Ha! That would’ve been nice.
I smashed my finger and broke the nail down where it’s still connected to skin. It felt nice compared to the mental turmoil some of these customers have been putting me through.
And the Blazers are currently losing the national championship. Dammit boys!
I want to not go back to work. Could you go buy me some toilet paper, please?
Sooo…I don’t have a day off from work again until next Wednesday. Next Wednesday is the first day of finals. I have one at lunch on Wednesday…a hard one. On Thursday, I have THREE.
8am-10am Biology [There’s only the most microscopic chance that I can pass this class at this point, but I’ve got to at least try! D for ‘done’ folks!]
10:15am-12:15pm ACED [This is my typing class. I’ll be finished fairly quickly; I hope.]
12:30pm-2:30pm Spanish [I don’t even know what to say. It’ll either be really easy, or really freakin hard…]
Yeahhh….so I actually don’t have any sort of day off until next Friday. That’s over a week away.
And let’s not forget I have to do all that fun stuff you adults do after your 8-5 as well. I get to clean house, cook, do laundry, run errands and pay bills too! I love college.
And why do the freaking networks always go on hiatus during school holidays!? That’s when I actually have time to watch tv, ya geniuses!
When you’re in a store, trying to accomplish something other than the absolute basics of buying and paying for items, do you listen to the words coming out of the employee’s mouth? You should.
Tonight I had some customers return a medicine cabinet. First problem is that there’s no box, this comes into play later. So I get to the end of the transaction and tell them it’s going back on their Lowe’s account, and they nod and I proceed. They even confirm which authorized buyer it needs to be put under on the account.
As they’re walking away, they ask how they’re supposed to buy a new mirror, at which point it all comes out that it wasn’t their credit card– they don’t have the card with them. Information that would’ve been nice 5 minutes ago, thanks.
So we get that all settled after some not-so-easy maneuvering, and then it turns out, they told me the wrong item to refund on the receipt.
All of this because they weren’t paying attention to anything I said, they were just nodding.
My 22nd Birthday is Monday. Funny thing is, I have bad knees.
Okay, that’s really not funny. The guys in Lumber complain about being old and I always remind them that age isn’t what it’s all about! I’m 22 and it hurts to walk down the stairs in the morning.
Bad knees run in my family. Papa hasn’t been able to walk well for years. He’s had multiple knee surgeries. Daddy actually just had his first last month. Why do they all pass along the bad genes to me?
You’ve gotta remember, too, that I work on concrete floors. I’ve done so for approximately 2 1/2 years out of the past 3. For that I get excruciating pains in my feet, and in the middle of my back. Long shifts, like this morning, usually find me leaning over the counter to stretch my back out. There’s not really much I can do while I’m there to alleviate my feet and knees though. I just have to suck it up.
You better believe though, that when I get home, I have to bust out the Freeze It Gel. It’s become a little joke with a few of us ever since doing the Halo video, but in all seriousness, I love the stuff.
I’ll never rid myself of the pain, I know that much, but Freeze It at least makes it possible to walk down the stairs the next morning without crying. Yes, I have cried from the pain of walking down the stairs. If you’ve never worked on concrete, you probably can’t fathom what I’m talking about, but you really never get used to it. You adapt, but that’s the best you can hope for.
There’s actually a contest right now to win a year supply of Freeze It. I’m 22. Do you have any idea how many years of joint pain I have ahead of me? Your knees don’t age gracefully, ya know?!
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