Reading is NOT fundamental

Well, leave it to a tense night and a stupid comment to get my ass in hot water. I've been SUSPENDED from Virgin for......no, not stealing....no, not taking merchandise....nope! didn't clean out the register into my pockets....I've been SUSPENDED FOR


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READING A BOOK AT THE REGISTER! TA DA!

Yup, the manager who I can't get a "read" on decides to send me home. People have been getting written up for minor infractions since the place is about to close. Our take on it is that they're pissed off that people have been interviewing (and so have I and five co-workers in the department) and leaving left and right, so "power" must be asserted. I turned around, looked at this guy, asked him to write me up, and then walked away to get a replacement cd for what was playing. I got a bad vibe right then and there, so I wasn't going to stand next to him--this guy gives me the creeps, honestly--and I say I'm going on my 45 minute dinner break. No muss, no fuss, just me slinking away, in pain. As usual. Last night it rained and my back was out. I go into Starbucks...wait, this gets better...and the girl turns around and throws out the newspaper I placed on the table WITH ALL MY MEDICATIONS! I freak, dive into the greasy garbage to retrieve my pills, and dread going back. My intuition was dead-on. I get back, and am told that I'm being sent home until further notice for READING. Nice. Um, no. I'm being sent home because your ego is too sensitive. And when I get quiet, I get reeeaaal quiet. This is unnerving to people, I am told, but since I just received my back rent from the city, still can't pay my bills in full, and was rejected for two more jobs from those being hired internally, I'd say I've got a bit on my mind. This whole thing is an ego thing and a misunderstanding. And now, I'm in limbo. Isn't that nice?

I called my manager this morning and told him how I've seen people be $90 short on their registers, call out constantly, don't do a stitch of work, leave re-stock boxes overflowing, and I get sent home for a book and a comment. Talk about abuse of power. This place is truly evil, and I'm beginning to see it. I love music, I love some of my co-workers, but this is truly ridiculous. What is it with me and three day weekends? I always seem to get fired on them. Oops, I mean suspended. What the fucking fuck as RD used to say....

So, another manager is going to come in, blah, blah, blah, and my fate will be decided. The only thing in my pocket is that September is next week and I might have a wonderful shot at actually finding a decent job. My knowledge of things--including music--could be better served when everyone gets back from their tans, high gas-priced vacations, and barbecues so that HR could get up and make a decision. I'm beginning to truly believe that obedience and ignorance would have won me a job a long time ago. Yet, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE keeps coming to me for ideas, answers, and schemes of how to do this, that, how to make this, that work, and what to do in this, that situation.

God/Goddess help me to find a way to work for myself to deliver me from such utter stupidity. I am sick of being tangled inside people's tiny minds and even pettier situations. I'm tired of it.

Soooo tired of it.

But the bright side? I'm not at work right now, I'm here blogging. For some of you, that's a treat! If you want to send me good wishes and a funny joke or even a cat picture? My email's always open!

And Obama was great. Don't buy into this VP Look I'm a Woman! crap. McCain trying to get Hillary's supporters on a woman who is the complete opposite of what Hill supports is a nasty little trick. Let's hope the voters aren't stupid enough to fall for it.

Ta ta and la la! More news to come when Mr. Manager comes in tonight. Reading a book....that's choice!