Wednesday, February 19, 2003
So, I don’t know what the deal is…
I just called the “Gap” to find out when I could go in to pick up my last paycheck. I spoke to two managers and both were very excited to hear from me. “OMIGOD Joe! Where have you been? We want to see you!”…blah blah blah. I then asked to talk to the head manager (manager on duty) and she and I had the following conversation:
Manager on duty: “Joe! How have you been?”
Me: “Good. I was wondering when would be a good time for me to come in to pick up my remaining paychecks.”
MOD: “Well, first I want to let you know that we miss you greatly around here, but we are also a little upset that you weren’t as communicative over the last two months as you should have been.”
Me: “Yes, I know. I apologize for that. It’s been a crazy couple of months, but I think things have finally settled down and now I am ready to get back into the swing of things.”
MOD: “Great. Well, why don’t you come by the office and we will fill out a new availability form for you and we can get you started right away.”
Me: “Oh. Actually, I wasn’t planning on returning to work there. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, but I am going to have to say ‘no’”.
MOD: “I am very sorry to hear that. Well, come by to get your paychecks and if you want to work here in the future, just ask to speak to me.”
Me: “Thank you very much. I do appreciate it.”
MOD: “Bye Joe.”
Me: “BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
OK….WHA?!?!?! Rita called and quit for me over two months ago. And I haven’t contacted them since. And they STILL want me to work there? One of the managers told me that I made a very good impression on them and they missed having me around the store. Um…I worked there for 5 weeks. I can’t believe them. I feel bad now. They are so good to me. I will have to make sure not to burn this bridge. I mean, what if I need a retail job in the future?
HA! NEVER!
Anyway…
Today has been incredibly stressful at work. So much to do and so little time to do it. Of course I refuse to stay any later than 5pm. I mean, seriously. Pay me what I am worth and then I will make sure everything is taken care of. But they have chosen to pay me peanuts. So I never stay late.
You pay for what you get.
Grrrrr……
Tomorrow night, Kelly and I show Rita our new apartment. We are going to take some measurements, so we can figure out what we are keeping and what we are throwing away. I reserved our “Budget” truck today and it seems as though everything is going pretty smoothly. I just gotta make sure we get enough boxes for all of our shit. And at some point I should probably get my act together with all of this. I have yet to take even one picture off of my bedroom walls. I don’t want to start the process, cuz then the move becomes reality. And who wants to deal with this reality?
Paul wasn’t able to stay at my apartment last night. He ended up having to work until real late. He said he will stay tonight, but who knows…
I loved his card and flowers yesterday. It made my whole day. But what I really want is for him to be around a bit more. I need him right now. Not flowers.
About 10 minutes until I go home. Rita and I are making dinner tonight. I think we are having hangar steaks or something. She is doing most of the cooking and I am doing most of the eating.
Okay…so get this shit! Just as I start typing about Paul not being around a lot…the phone rings at work! Paul got off his shift for tonight and is coming over right after work! Now he will be able to eat dinner with Rita and I! UM…WHAT IS GOING ON!?!?! Yesterday I was writing about how Paul fucked up the night before and really upset me. As I was writing the entry, Paul showed up at work with the flowers and the card. Then just now, I am typing about him and me not seeing him and he calls and says that he is going right over to my apartment at 6ish.
Are he and I on some sort of psychic connection these days??
Yay.
I am so happy to be able to spend the night with him.
YAY!
Alright…time to go piss and get on the subway. Although I could wait and do it right on the train. No one would know. This city smells like piss and fart all the time anyway.
Latas!
I just called the “Gap” to find out when I could go in to pick up my last paycheck. I spoke to two managers and both were very excited to hear from me. “OMIGOD Joe! Where have you been? We want to see you!”…blah blah blah. I then asked to talk to the head manager (manager on duty) and she and I had the following conversation:
Manager on duty: “Joe! How have you been?”
Me: “Good. I was wondering when would be a good time for me to come in to pick up my remaining paychecks.”
MOD: “Well, first I want to let you know that we miss you greatly around here, but we are also a little upset that you weren’t as communicative over the last two months as you should have been.”
Me: “Yes, I know. I apologize for that. It’s been a crazy couple of months, but I think things have finally settled down and now I am ready to get back into the swing of things.”
MOD: “Great. Well, why don’t you come by the office and we will fill out a new availability form for you and we can get you started right away.”
Me: “Oh. Actually, I wasn’t planning on returning to work there. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, but I am going to have to say ‘no’”.
MOD: “I am very sorry to hear that. Well, come by to get your paychecks and if you want to work here in the future, just ask to speak to me.”
Me: “Thank you very much. I do appreciate it.”
MOD: “Bye Joe.”
Me: “BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
OK….WHA?!?!?! Rita called and quit for me over two months ago. And I haven’t contacted them since. And they STILL want me to work there? One of the managers told me that I made a very good impression on them and they missed having me around the store. Um…I worked there for 5 weeks. I can’t believe them. I feel bad now. They are so good to me. I will have to make sure not to burn this bridge. I mean, what if I need a retail job in the future?
HA! NEVER!
Anyway…
Today has been incredibly stressful at work. So much to do and so little time to do it. Of course I refuse to stay any later than 5pm. I mean, seriously. Pay me what I am worth and then I will make sure everything is taken care of. But they have chosen to pay me peanuts. So I never stay late.
You pay for what you get.
Grrrrr……
Tomorrow night, Kelly and I show Rita our new apartment. We are going to take some measurements, so we can figure out what we are keeping and what we are throwing away. I reserved our “Budget” truck today and it seems as though everything is going pretty smoothly. I just gotta make sure we get enough boxes for all of our shit. And at some point I should probably get my act together with all of this. I have yet to take even one picture off of my bedroom walls. I don’t want to start the process, cuz then the move becomes reality. And who wants to deal with this reality?
Paul wasn’t able to stay at my apartment last night. He ended up having to work until real late. He said he will stay tonight, but who knows…
I loved his card and flowers yesterday. It made my whole day. But what I really want is for him to be around a bit more. I need him right now. Not flowers.
About 10 minutes until I go home. Rita and I are making dinner tonight. I think we are having hangar steaks or something. She is doing most of the cooking and I am doing most of the eating.
Okay…so get this shit! Just as I start typing about Paul not being around a lot…the phone rings at work! Paul got off his shift for tonight and is coming over right after work! Now he will be able to eat dinner with Rita and I! UM…WHAT IS GOING ON!?!?! Yesterday I was writing about how Paul fucked up the night before and really upset me. As I was writing the entry, Paul showed up at work with the flowers and the card. Then just now, I am typing about him and me not seeing him and he calls and says that he is going right over to my apartment at 6ish.
Are he and I on some sort of psychic connection these days??
Yay.
I am so happy to be able to spend the night with him.
YAY!
Alright…time to go piss and get on the subway. Although I could wait and do it right on the train. No one would know. This city smells like piss and fart all the time anyway.
Latas!
