moaning about work

so, I work at payless. go me. normally, it's a good time. I get along with all my co-workers (except for that one kid who just didn't show up one day and then called his former best friend who put her reputation out for him to get him the job and let her know he'd moved to vegas...but I won't get into that) I like shoes, I like helping people. here's the problem: when the people I'm being all sorts of cheerful to are grumpy at me. sometimes they're downright rude! we're not pushy, just like to make sure we're helpin, and numerous times have had people say things like "back off" and "just leave me alone". we're only there to help, people, there's no need to snap at us, ok? we don't have to help, we could just let you wander about desolately in a foreign land of shoes without any guidance or assistance. ok, I've said my piece.

oh, no I haven't - to people who come in the store 5 minutes before we close and make a mess: STOP IT! we like to be out of there by a half hour after the gate closes, and if you come in and make a mess, we get out late, and no one likes getting off work late, do they? I don't come in to your place of business 5 minutes before you're supposed to leave and trash your office/cubicle/whatever, so don't come into mine, mmmmk?

NOW I'm done. thanks for listening to my venting! (reading my venting? hm...)

drama drama drama...

so, I'm going to Carnegie Hall in April with the wind ensemble. HOORAY, right? right. only sometimes though. here's my story - we're having our first rehearsals this week, yesterday, tomorrow, and friday, just to get our music started, and then we'll really get into it in january. so I go into the band room yesterday and ask one of the girls where our illustrious (read: annoying and big-headed) section leader was. what does she say but "oh, didn't you hear? he's being deployed to iraq in february so he can't go, so you're our new section leader!" then they start passing out music and I'm supposed to be assigning parts to kids whose strengths I don't know and the good doctor starts to get mad that I'm trying to get info about them first...ay! he's like "can't you do this without talking?" ummm....no. not at all. I need to talk to them to talk to them, make sense? (I, of course, said none of this out loud, being vaguely smart-ish) anyway, so we got through the day ok, now I have CDs of the songs we're playing (super awesome, amazing songs) and I brought all the music home to assign parts to everyone...whose names I don't remember...oh well, I remember what they look like and what they do, we'll do good tomorrow. yay us! I'm done venting for now, I promise!


oh, and I thought I'd explain about the last post's title: "just because I have a red kitchen doesn't mean I'm a communist" - I was telling manly that I was going to put a picture of our awesome kitchen up somewhere and he (jokingly) said, "but you can't do that, people will think we're communist!" so...that title was just for him!