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Apparently our store got Mystery-Shopped on Saturday, and we got a really crappy rating. Which sucks, because a) I had Saturday off and therefore wasn't even there, and never dealt with the woman myself, b) we've never been Mystery-Shopped *before*, and I find it extremely bad form of them to wait until about eighteen minutes after our manager goes on leave for surgery to get us, and on a Saturday, the day from discount hell, at that, and c) the day before and the day after the Mystery Shopper came in, we did nearly a thousand dollars over budget, but on Saturday, an uncharacteristically slow day for sales, though totally insane for crowds, apparently, we just made our target. Bastards. I hate them. I want a new job.

In other news, half an hour ago, I attacked a fruit fly with my bare hands, screaming: "You and your people have come to expect leniency from me, but NO MORE! DIE! DIE!"

No, really. Ask calantha42. She looked worried.

I feel kind of bad about it. The fruit flies are our fault, when they're there. It's the ants. The fucking ants. Literally. *wary glare over shoulder*

(I didn't get it. Fruit flies are quick little buggers.)

I am becoming more and more deranged with every passing day. :(

Thank all the benevolent puppy-loving gods I've got Thursday and Friday off. Friday we're having the Great Purge, and by Purge I mean Bleach, wherein we take everything out of hte cupboards, scrub the fuck out of them, and put everything back into the cupboards, and then repeat same with the counters, sinks, and floors. In the kitchen and the bathroom, anyway. As they're the nasty bits.

Seriously. I'll write porn for whoever finds our predecessor for this apartment and visits some kind of insectoid horror upon him. And I hardly *ever* write porn, so you can see that my desire for revenge is great.

Okay. Sleep.

P.S.: Have fixed the pictures from that last picture post. Should work now.



( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 19th, 2006 06:56 am (UTC)

They WRITE that!?

I thought porn just, y'know, happened. I mean, why else would someone accept 2 dollars an hour as a pizza guy?
Jul. 19th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
Also, while I have little need of porn, I do accept monetary contributions for visiting various wraths upon mortal-kind.

But I myself loath insects of all variations and am full wroth to involve myself in any kind of "insectoid" horrors. I could possibly arrange a "breaking kneecaps" horror, horde of squirrels horror, pushed-out-a-plane-in-a-superman-suit-and-kryptonite-necklace-cosplay-horror, saying-very-unkind-things horror pretty easily though. 'Pends how much ya loves me. Or hate him I suppose.
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