::growls:: I fucking hate Hannford so much; I am so fucking quitting. I am a cashier today, so I go in today at 9, get my fucking till, and I am told that I am service clerking for 2 hours of my shift- which means doing fucking bottles, and bringing in carts (which is the first thing they made me do; took me a half an hour and fucking *killed* my back). So I come back in, do some bagging for a few customers, and then I get called to Carol's office (who is the HR manager). In the office was her, and the store manager. He's like, 'what did you say to the shiftleader when she told you that you were service clerk-ing?' And I was like, 'I said it was bullshit, because it is not my job- I am a cashier.' And he's like, 'we all have to do things that aren't part of their job, and insubordination in inacceptable.' I was like, 'what the hell, I did it; I went and got all the carts and fucking killed my back, so I wasn't insubordinate- I did what I was asked to do.' And he was like, 'well, talking back like that is insubordination; you're suspended- you can go clock out and go home.' So I was like, 'for how long?' and he's like, 'well when do you work next?' and I was like, 'tomorrow at three' and he goes, 'Well call tonight around 5 and I'll let you know if you are working.' I was so fucking pissed (especially because I was all speeding and shit), and I was like, whatever, and I left. I was so goddamn pissed that I started crying; which pissed me off even more that I was crying. So here I am, at the fucking library. I'll tell you right now; they don't let me work tomorrow, I am going in there and quitting Half Baked-style. I am gonna be like, 'Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you are all assholes and I fucking quit.' And I am going to walk out. ::screams:: ARGH!
In better news, Ryan and I got married on Friday; it was great; he looked so hot in his tux with the red shirt and I think I looked pretty damn good myself. The only thing is that we don't know if the pictures developed; we are afraid that the roll of film didn't advance. I will be so pissed. I have to go try and pick it up today; which I will do when I leave the library. I am getting my engagement ring next week (we had to put it on layaway because of the wedding). It is a saphirre set in white gold with two small diamonds. It is so beautiful. I didn't really care if I got an engagement ring, but Ryan was dead set on getting me one. He felt so bad that he couldn't get me one before the wedding. But it's not all about rings; it's all abotu us loving each other. =)
*OH* and fucking TJ (this girl that I *was* really good friends with intown), is fucking talking shit about me! Ryan saw her at work, and I'll tell you, she is lucky that he was in his fucking uniform, because knowing him, he would have stabbed her. He was so pissed off. I am so pissed off. Where does she get off talking shit like that about me, saying that she can't believe he married me, and Michelle is all talking shit, telling people about the whole me and Adam thing (that happened months ago), so Tj was all like, 'eh I can't believe you married her, after you caught her cheating on you Adam Black.' Had he not had to go inside because his break was over... who knows.
Well, I really have nothing else to say, because I think I have said plenty. All I've really done lately is fucking work (which it looks like I won't be doing any more of anytime soon!). What the fuck ever.