
I work in the section called "Large As Is". What that means in normal person words is that I sort through people's crap that is big. Like furniture, animal cages, bikes, crap like that. I clean it, price it, and then give it to Steph to go put on the sales floor. It is not rare that things are covered in animal hair, poop, or piss. I don't know if there is anything that infuriates me more. Ok maybe there is. How about when people bring things that are CLEARLY BROKEN and nobody would buy... like broken mirrors or broken car seats... SERIOUSLY??? I have to wear crap clothes every day and yes, steel toed boots along with my giant gloves. I work with 99% "special" people who things it's cool to talk all up in my face and to never bathe themselves. My supervisors assume that I am at the intelligence of those "special" people and treat me like one. "Great job, Jenni (said in the kind of voice i use when talking to a baby)... let's see if you can price something right twice in a row!!" OH PALEAAAAASSEEEEEE. I have no desire to please them because I'll never get a raise and if they get mad at me, I could care less because I'm quitting in 4 weeks and would LOVE to get fired. Today, the motivation they gave me was... "if you stay on task all day, I'll let you clean the floors before we close". GOODY! Oh, and it rocks on days like today when it's JUNE 11th AND IT'S SNOWING and people say... can you get this couch out of my truck for me... DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CAN UNLOAD A COUCH IN THE SNOW BY MYSELF?!?!?!?!?! okay, i realize that i'm just venting like crazy and it's getting a little out of hand so I'll stop.
I just keep telling myself that we all have to do our time doing things we don't love. And then I kick myself over and over for not just going home this summer like my mom said I should. But then I realize that I have Steph and she keeps my sane and I wouldnt want her to be alone here. And believe it or not, we have made a few friends at the good ol' D.I from the select 1% that can hold a conversation. when i first blogged about D.I. I believe I said that it was "not glamorous". I would like to change that to SUCKY, BORING, DIRTY, and NOT FOR ME!! I'm certain that this job has a lot to do with the weird bad moods I've been in lately and i hate it.
pheww, that feels better. don't worry guys. only one more month and i'll be in oregon for one week of it. yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!