Work Rant

Oh, I hate work. Today was just a delightful first day back. First off, I got to see my shifts for the next two weeks, and apparently, I really really like 1245-915 shifts. Alot. Mare's schedule (for all those who care) is the following:
Sunday (14): 1245-915
Monday (15): 1245-915
Tuesday (16): 1245-915
Thursday (18): 1245-915
Tuesday (23): 4-915
Wednesday (24): 4-915
Thursday (25): 1245-915
Friday (26): 1245-915
So, apparently, I also really like closing. Seriously, WTF?! This is THE worst set of shifts I have gotten to date, including when I first started and was the newbie. Right now, Pam is NOT my favorite person.

I got to work with Larry today. Whoo. I am seriously going to kill that man. One day soon, he is going to have an accident or somehow lock himself in the deli cooler. He NEVER puts anything away, he can't hear properly, he STILL doesn't know the difference between honey ham and toupee ham, and I just can't take it anymore.

And what the hell is with people, ADULT people, putting their mucky hands all over the god damn windows?! Children, I can understand because they don't know any better. But really, why adults? Clearly, they're windows, NOT a leaning ledge, NOT a place to put hands, WINDOWS! Ie, you LOOK through them, NOT TOUCH THEM!!! GRRRRRRRRRR! And when I am cleaning the windows, which they can clearly see, do they feel the need to muck up the window I have JUST CLEANED?! Seriously, is there a magic force-field around the deli that blocks out common sense? Because that's the only explanation I can come up with.

Anyway. I saw Erin and her baby and Cheryl today. It's Brook's birthday soon and they were getting things for her birthday party. She's gotten really big and, I have to say, quite cute. But anyway, I'm going to bed because tomorrow I, once again, close. 4-915 woot. Please, someone kill me now.