So.  The store has officially opened today.  My manther (an older man who dates younger women), Vince,  has been put on 3rd shift.  I work second, so I see him maybe 20 min.  My (maybe) 20 year old that’s built like a brick house, Kee, works first shift so I see him maybe an hour.  I’m the only one in my area for 2nd shift, well that’s not true.  My fucking helper wanders the god damn store.

I’m the only one in my area, as you read, and I have two managers I am working under.  One tells me to do something, the other comes and expects me to do what I’m just told for them.  Neither of them fucking communicated with the other.  I got told to do something twice, 2 seconds after being told to do it the first time.  I was setting things down and making sure they wouldn’t fall on customers when I was told to do what I was suppose to do again.  I went and did it.  They bought the book.  (Thank god.)  That was the only time I was told to do something twice.  Normally I would have been over there and on it, but my MIA managers weren’t there to realize that I had just been told by one to do something already.  I had also just returned from lunch and before that, I was at a register or bagging up front.  She couldn’t walk 10 feet and get the god damn step ladder and get it herself, I was just barely fucking tall enough.  She didn’t do shit other than walk up and tell me that we didn’t have tickets for a bunch of shit like I was suppose to actually ralph them out of my mouth like a printer.  Half the time she wasn’t even in the fucking area.

The temp manager is Carmen.  I want to kick her smug face in with my shoe.  While I was instructing someone on what to do about checks and credit cards, I noticed the book section was tore up from the floor up.  I hadn’t been over there for an hour and a half.  I’d been at a register or bagging.  Carmen mysteriously appeared and overheard me say between instructions that the books needed to be cleaned up.  She bitchily turned around and acted like I was stupid for not marching over there to clean them up after being under orders.  She fussed at me for being lax and then told me to go clean it up since there were no customers.  Shortly after I start cleaning the mess, the store closes so the registers get swamped.  I ducked behind some shelves and started the cleaning.  The register manager who had put me under orders inquired to where I went.  Fortunately for me, the cashier that I was instructing was polite enough to explain what had happened.  I was not in trouble.

I got there at 3:30 because of really shitty weather.  I was asked to go out on the floor and walk around incase someone needed something.  My shift started at 4, so I did a half hour without pay.  Awesome.  Store openings can suck it.  Jim doesn’t ask much from anyone and this is his first store to be the entire head of.  He had three corporate heads to cater to, a bunch of managers to deal with, and a few other things that seemed to put a strain on him.  So, I did it.  Amazing, huh?  Also illegal.

I worked (officially) from 4-11.  I got ONE 15 minute break at 7:15 to eat.  ONE.  I was on the register.  The register managers let me take a break because they were just astounded I hadn’t had one yet.  I walked up to the lounge, after spending 10 more minutes on the floor because people would stop and ask me for information on certain things.  Another 2 min to make my sandwich (which was provided by Tom, an awesome dude there to help set up store that I will probably never see again after all of this) and I sat down for the first time in about 4 hours.  I had enough time to wolf down half my sandwich and I wound up chugging 2 sodas.  Then I was called to pick up books from the front and just said fuck it and sat back down for the remaining 2 minutes of my break.  I worked the rest of the day without a break.

When my shift at 4 started, I was instructed by the 1st shift person of expectations.  I told her that I made no promises to keep things immaculate as possible during hours, but that everything would be cleaned up by her shift tomorrow.  She took it as me saying “I can’t do this shit.”  Everyone got off work at 11, but we couldn’t leave until everything was straightened up.  I had to have the help.  And so I got the help, provided by one of the much more nicer managers.  It took everyone an hour to get the books sorted, straightened, and looking near perfect.  So they let us leave on time.  I hope she doesn’t bitch at me about it.  Carmen would go back behind me and work on shit that I already did AND DO IT THE EXACT SAME FUCKING WAY.

I didn’t even get to go piss while I was there.  I couldn’t find anyone to relieve me (no pun) of my station so I could go, much less find a manager.  I’m not allowed to call one over the pa system for something like that either.  Hurray.  Bladder infections and kidney infections galore!

I work from 2-11 tomorrow and 3-11 on Saturday.  If Jim doesn’t give me Sunday (and hopefully Monday off) after all of this shit, I’m going to maybe snap and kill someone.  That someone might be Carmen.  I was tempted to throw down my shit they provided and fucking walk out without telling anyone I quit.

“Too many chiefs, not enough braves.”

If they fire me after all this bullshit, I’m going to torch the fucking store.

LAUREN HAS A FUCKING SINUS INFECTION!  THE FUCKING CUNT HAS BEEN HACKING UP HER LUNGS ON THE BOOKS FOR THE PAST WEEK AND GUESS WHERE I HAVE BEEN WORKING!?  ALL THE GOD DAMN PEOPLE WORKING ON THE BOOK SECTION IS GETTING FUCKING SICK!!!! 73 DEGREES SHOULD NOT FUCKING MAKE YOU BREAK OUT IN COLD SWEATS AND MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE RALPHING AND PASSING OUT!

FAKE BREASTED WHORE!