I Am Not An Atomic Playboy

Ow... today was like the 24th of December... though a tad bit busier.

I don't like my new manager.

Seriously, we advised him to get more carts, and all he replied was, "Well, if you're having problems filling the room, that means we're busy. That means we're making money"

Well, he's the one suffering the backlash of no carts in the cart room (I wonder how many people weren't served a cart. I think I care too much about this job). I don't know how many times we ran out of carts, but it was very often.

I hurt so much right now. I went and slept in my car. At least I am gaining an even better reputation as a hero in the store. In the morning, when there were very few carts, I fulfilled requests to clean the compactor, move pallets, move soda pop, swap eggs...

Though that manager, in all his piss-itude, asked me to do it like this: "Hey, when you're done getting these carts out from the back (my god, he didn't have freight get the carts ready in the morning! They were everywhere, and on a hill. It sucked from the moment I clocked in). Move the grey trash bin to the compactor and fill it up with boxes. It's a nice day, so you, cartboy, (the nerve!) should be able to get out a broom and shovel to do some hard, honest labor in this nice weather(bullshit. I am not in the military! I'm a cart pusher (*ahem* cartboy!)! I work outside already, thank you very much.)

Damn. I wish I had bought some martinelli's (ooh that sounds so good right now). Heh.

Oi. All this sounds really harsh, but I worked my tail off (so did Ray and Evan). It was kind of funny to see the asst. Manager and the manager try and weasel out of responsibility when we told them how we didn't have any carts. But they knew they were caught (I feel bad for the asst. Manager today, though. He was kicked and hit a couple of times by some lady who bounced a lot of checks (she's a felon now). The asst. manager has crone's disease and so the attack will leave him off work (and in a lot of pain) for quit a while).

On the bright side, working hard makes me look good around my coworkers, become stronger and enjoy food and sleep more. I NEED my martinelli's fix! *starts patting arm in heroine addict fashion*. Too bad I won't get any tonight.

I bowled for Kids' Sake tonight. I raised $75 total. 2nd place behind my boss, Dezzie. What's more, I bowled a 144 (with a turkey strike on the 10th frame. I needed to warm up), which was 2nd to Dezzie, too. (Me and Dezzie both confessed that we rarely break 100! I practiced once, earlier, and I have been building a technique. It's working!) I wore a top hat (and later, borrowed some rabbit ears), bowtie, dress shirt, and black pants. We guys r0xx0red in dressing, though I think the girls were more awesome looking (pink rabbits. This all reminded me of a trip to Vegas). Meh, that's just my opinion. Maybe it was the glitter that they had (I should've gotten some, being the resident geek)

In any case, we won the best dressed award, as well as some other award which i'm not sure is... yet. We got a dressed up bowling pin. Twas cool (I wish I could've had the MC's Volkswagen necklace. That would've been cooler).

So I worked down-to-the-bones hard today. I played hard, too. My coworkers that played (25 people, plus some viewers) said I was a great addition to the game.

What can I say? I'm just a social animal these days.

Of note, Will will be here on Friday. I am also going to fully apply to Mad River Hospital on Monday. Pay will be better, with opportunities for advancement. (It's in the field I'm wanting to go into)

So I said "Top and I stand just don't understand" he said "Just come, just shake it out man" I said "Ya man I just don't understand" he said "Just come, just shake it out man"...-loop forever!
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