*le sigh*....... and lots of pictures | 01/07/2011 |
And so I update for the first time in forever... That's fun.
I've actually been quite irritated as of late. Mostly because of work. We're opening a new store ( our current building is older than the sun and is also way to small) in... 5 days.
So it's a little hectic.
They're packing things that we use every day and taking them across the street and then acting surprised when we say we need some of those things to properly do our jobs.
Yes I said across the street. Our company bought a huge lot across the street, rents part of the space to a drugstore, and is building a nice, shiny new store for themselves as well.
I'm actually really glad that we're moving. Because it means new equipment, more space, and even... our own dish machine.
I am aware of how silly it is to be that excited about a dishwasher.
But think about it.... a few hundred trays at the very least, needing to be hand washed every night.
Mostly by myself, and a few others, since only the counter people are there late enough to do the end of day cleaning.
Me, my sensitive skin, and my coworkers are very glad to be getting a dishwasher.
I'm just agrivated because I've been getting the run around from my manager and the human resources lady about doing a cake decorator's apprenticeship. Becasue I need full time, and getting off the counter would be really nice. It would greatly lessen my chances of being the lightening rod for stupid questions.
Not that I mind taking customers, or phone calls.
It's jsut a cake order. I understand that it's pretty unimportant to most people.
But when I say "What size cake?"
I expect them to give me an answer, relative to the number of people. So I usually read off the sizes and how many they feed; then ask them how many they need to feed.
If you tell me "Oh, it doesn't matter."
I'm seriously annoyed.
Because if you run out of cake because your stupid ass ordered one that only feeds 15 and you have 50 people at your party, my boss is going to yell at me when you call and bitch about it.
And for the love of Christmas, why if you're so sure that it doesn't matter what your cake looks like, what flavor it is, or how many people there are to eat it... WHY are you calling to order one?
Please don't waste my time if you really don't give a shit. Just come in the day you need the cake, and have me write on one that's in the case.
It's even more fun when someone calls, asks me five million questions, repeat all my answers verbatim, to the person standing next to them, and then let the person standing next to them pick all the details of the cake.
What the hell?
If they're the ones who're picking the cake... Let them call me and save yourself/me some aggravation. Please?
Okay... now that I got that little rant out lol
My manager and the HR lady keep giving me a bunch of double talk about getting paper work started and then one of both of them are off when they say they're going to be there to get started.
Grrrrr
I think I'll attach some pictures to cheer my self up.
Elora has two teeth now.
One is coming in right next to the first one... so she looks even more like me a baby according to my parents.
Cause apparently my two bottom teeth came in just like her's have.
One other thing has become very apparent...
She got my eyes.
And my love of reading... even if she's just helping me pick yarn... and the catalog is made of crkinkely paper so hence it's amazing lol
Valerie gave me the caption for the next one when I posted it on facebook. I laughed so hard Dr. Pepper came out of my nose.
True story.
"I came out of WHERE?!?!?!"
I just love this picture. |
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