i'm going to have quite a bit of free time today. printing 14x17 in full color takes a bit. especially when your printing a dozen or so pages at a time.
anywho.
i'm still stuck on the whole pedro's thing from last night. i don't think i posted about it, but i had to call in twice yesterday. both times a supervisor told me i had to talk to the GM. the second time he was in a meeting so i tried to fully explain the whole deal. all i got was a "well now what are we supposed to do, are you sure you can't work? at all?" um... no. i fucking can't work. my god. i told her i would gladly come in if they didn't mind my constact screwing up and the high potential for an injury due to the lightheadedness i was getting from the vicodin... yeah. she didn't care for that.
but not once did either supervisor ask how i was.
so i'm stuck on this. mj wants me to put in my notice and well... it just may happen. i was all for working with them, helping out, but now... why the fuck should i? it's not like they give a shit about me, afterall. i think i'll give them one last chance tomorrow. when i talk to the GM, see how he reacts.
of course missing work last night means that i missed getting to sing last night. it's gotten to the point where my co-workers pick songs for me to sing to break up the god awfullness that karaoke at pedro's has become.
speaking of singin. i've been really itching to sing more. i think we need to find a better place for karaoke. i know
joakleaf has mentioned a place a few times... what would be cool is if we could get a group to go out once a week or everyother week or something for karaoke... that would make me happy. of course this whole overwhelming need to sing could easily be taken care of if i could just, you know, join a band or learn to make music on a computer or some such...
ok. done printing. back to work.
...afterthought... wonder how mj is doing getting the kitties into the carriers for their 10am appointment...
anywho.
i'm still stuck on the whole pedro's thing from last night. i don't think i posted about it, but i had to call in twice yesterday. both times a supervisor told me i had to talk to the GM. the second time he was in a meeting so i tried to fully explain the whole deal. all i got was a "well now what are we supposed to do, are you sure you can't work? at all?" um... no. i fucking can't work. my god. i told her i would gladly come in if they didn't mind my constact screwing up and the high potential for an injury due to the lightheadedness i was getting from the vicodin... yeah. she didn't care for that.
but not once did either supervisor ask how i was.
so i'm stuck on this. mj wants me to put in my notice and well... it just may happen. i was all for working with them, helping out, but now... why the fuck should i? it's not like they give a shit about me, afterall. i think i'll give them one last chance tomorrow. when i talk to the GM, see how he reacts.
of course missing work last night means that i missed getting to sing last night. it's gotten to the point where my co-workers pick songs for me to sing to break up the god awfullness that karaoke at pedro's has become.
speaking of singin. i've been really itching to sing more. i think we need to find a better place for karaoke. i know
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ok. done printing. back to work.
...afterthought... wonder how mj is doing getting the kitties into the carriers for their 10am appointment...