Blah Blah Blah…I tried the “lounge”-ing that Benji does so frequently in his journal of fall 2002, and got in trouble. My stepdad came home early and hit me up with all kinds of questions about my budget. I only had some answers. But what I don’t understand is when he asks “Why haven’t you…” and I answer him, it is always “I don’t want excuses!” I’m thinking “I’m telling you why I didn’t…and you still yell at me…don’t ask if you don’t want to know. Just be glad I am telling you the truth about why it’s not done!”
Anyway, I finally received word on my promotion, and that is, that I have it. I don’t know what else to say on this. But it seems like Michael (the CEO) wants to keep me, because they promoted me even though I won’t/don’t work on Sundays, and I don’t have a car. Now, if they would provide me with a company car, I could get my license and do more for the store (like get everything Steve hasn’t gotten done, done) or go and train other people. However, before I go and train other folks, I have to first learn the proper way to train. (Then they can do it by the books and Hubbard will do it the way it works.)
Enough on that though. Amanda came up to DQ today to talk to Carol, her grandmother, and got on my nerves. First she tried to get her 20% off for her friend, when the discount is only for family and off-the-clock employees. I told her she was lying and trying to steal. So she got upset and tried to cause a scene with me, but I won’t get an attitude or mean tone in my voice when people are around. I just make them look like a fool by handling it calmly and explaining to them how they are wrong. Then she hung around and talked for about 15-20 minutes when she was done eating, while Carol was trying ot clean. She kept messing with the TV and whining when she talked (but that is just the way she talks…to get attention I guess; it’s annoying). I was tempted to call Steve and ask if I could ask her to leave. I don’t know what the deal has been lately though. It’s either this guy she’s seeing, but won’t date…or it’s because her friend and grandmother work with her, or she’s just a butt. One of the three. But if she doesn’t quit calling her grandmother, while she (Carole) is at work, about every petty thing…three or four times in 2 or 3 hours, and coming up to DQ just to hang out or talk (whether she buys something or not), or be more cooperative at work, with less attitude to me, the employees, and customers…she’s gonna have to go. It doesn’t matter if her friend and grandmother stay or not, she is in charge of her own job.
Anyway, I have to take the lawn mower to Tom’s Garage…on the other side of town. I think that my mom is going to drive it though. I was originally going to have to put it, and that would be a 10-15 minute walk. But it will be freezing tomorrow, so that gets me out of mowing the lawn, for now. I still have to design my fliers though, and that could take some time deciding on a decent design. Myself, I could do anything in Word, or Works. But my mom, that is another story. She thinks she is good at it, but doesn’t know the full capabilities of a word processor as a graphics and design program. I have designed newspaper banners, websites, website graphics, newspaper graphics, and a number of other things, transposed by hand to paper or poster board using Word. But we’ll see what happens.
I guess that’s all tonight. I’m off tomorrow, so that means I get to sleep in about 20 minutes. MAYBE. Laterz.
- Song in my head: “With a girl like That” – Matchbox 20
- Craving: Chicken Strips
- Mood: In Charge/Professional
- Thought: “I think that when I finally get on the internet, I will have an away message of the day…or something.”
- Quote: I went home this weekend to my house…I live in the country. In the pasture I saw one of our cows sitting on the grass with a picket sign that said ‘I’ll pass on the grass!’…So I said, “Hey girl, what’s wrong?”…She said “I don’t know who thought this up…Eat, throw it up, eat it, throw it up, eat it again, and so on…but it wasn’t a cow – I ain’t eatin’ no more grass!” I felt bad for her, and offered “Well, come on inside. I’m making some dinner…wanna hamburger…oh, sorry.” – Me
