Is it just me, or are you a ridiculous ass?

[wednes]

Because I'm totally menstrual, everyone and their dumbass kid is getting on my nerves this week. Not only are customer freaking out about the holidays already, but for the third holiday season in a row, we do not have stock of some big ticket, popular holiday items. I lost $1,400 in sales in one week (enough to get me a bigger bonus--which I totally need for shopping) because one of our most popular cases isn't going to be in until Freakin' JANUARY! So not only do I not get the sale, but I get totally bitched out by customers who need these items and depend on us to have them here for them.
I'm sick and tired of managment drilling into us about how important sales are; and going to all these training sessions and having endless feedback to improve sales technique--when we don't have the items in stock that people want to buy. I can convince people all day long that our stuff is just what they need and they'll be really happy with it--but if we don't have the stuff, I can't fucking close. Not having stock makes my job much, much harder. Plus it takes money straight out of my pocket and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
Plus, I'm working yet another Saturday for a chick who wouldn't even stay one extra hour for me on Tuesday. Sucks. Okay, I do need the money but I'd much rather have slept in and smoked my horrible cramps away. Okay, end rant.

Only three more paychecks until "the holidays." And of course, H's birthday is only 5 days before Christmas, so that makes it extra stressful and tough. Most of my local peeps are getting baked goods and stuff. Plus H and I will likely do another fanciful card for the delight of everyone we know. Not sure what I'm getting H. I tend to get him some kind of clothes, some kind of sour candy, some sort of DVD or game, and some Onion books. We set a cap this year of $40, $40, and $40 (birthday, Xmas, stocking) so we'll see how that goes.

Shopping for my birthday party tomorrow. It's the glorious return of Mexican Dip (layer of spicy beans, layer of creamy guac, layer of extra spicy rice, then cheese on top) and the expected pineapple bundt cake I do for almost every party. Plus a nutella pastry and some of my famous spinach dip. That will all be lots of fun. Of course I do have an Amazon wish list which you can find under "Wednes" or "Wednesday Lee Friday: author, A Stabbing for Sadie" if you are really interested. Gifts are, of course, not required or even expected. But people always ask.

I am going to finish this poetry challenge if it kills me, and it may.

My so-called friend who's been being a dick to me still hasn't called to apologize. Frankly, if he wants to trash a 15 year friendship because I don't Tweet or let other people tell me who my friends should be, well that's just stupid. I know better than most people that bi-polar disorder can lead one into doing and saying things they later feel like an ass for. But I also know that all you really have to do is own up to it, apologize, and try to be more aware of your own bullshit next time around. It's not that difficult, but you do need to grow the fuck up.

Comments

[jeffpalmatier.livejournal.com]

I noticed this entry isn't friend-locked. Can your employers find this blog?

I've given up trying to reason with people, either in professional or personal situations. I'm not saying that I'm always or even usually right, but just that what I try to get through to them is wasted breath. For a while I wondered why others didn't try to give me advice when I was younger. Now I think I know why: they probably thought, "Well, he'll either figure it out on his own . . . or he won't. Nothing I say will probably make any difference."

[wednes.livejournal.com]

I'd be pretty surprised if any management from my company actually took the time to find and read my LJ, but I guess stranger things have happened. I suppose I'd tell them to stop reading my blog and order some fucking products for me to sell.

[jeffpalmatier.livejournal.com]

I've heard of some people getting fired because of blogging about work. Although I don't talk about anything too sensitive in public entries, I still haven't told anybody at work about my blog. Actually, my experiences have taught me to be very careful what you tell your co-workers, so anymore I usually don't say much of anything.

[wednes.livejournal.com]

I hear that. I've heard about some Facebook peeps that have gotten fired for bitching about their bosses, forgetting that their boss is on their flist. I don't think I've identified my precise workplace here on LJ, but I do on FB, so I guess if you want to find it--it's there for the finding. But I also think it would be difficult to prove that my mouthy blog has actually caused harm to my company. If I was actually fired (I have NO reprimands of any kind in my file) for blogging, my lawyer would be all over it. Might not be half bad, as I might enjoy owning my own company ;-].

[peteralway.livejournal.com]

It's not just you. I'm a ridiculous ass, too.

_{oh. wait. that's not exactly what you meant. nevermind.}

[wednes.livejournal.com]

*spit*

Hahahahahaa!

[opaqueplanet.livejournal.com]

I saw this and I thought of you. If you need a new T-shirt, and you don't mind giving Warren Ellis your money (I don't!), I think this suits you rather well.

[wednes.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good stuff!

[opaqueplanet.livejournal.com]

It's a different shirt every week, though, so you kind of have to snap it up quick if it's something you like.