So, I kind of hated the new sup at first, but then he seemed nice so I kind of didn't, but now I kind of do again because it's becoming readily apparent that he is totally incompetant (before I had kind of just written it off to being new, but he's finally started doing a ton of stuff that I KNOW he should know better than to do by now).

First off, he apparently assigns things for me to do, and then just doesn't tell me.

Secondly, he does not cross off things that are done, so I start doing them and then realize they are done and have wasted my time. This makes me not want to start doing things out of my own initiative, so I end up not getting done things not done either, because I don't know what to effing do or not.

Today he finally did assign me something (GLS), and it pissed me off. First off, he wrote the note in this totally condescending way, "you will find the cd's you need in section" "shelve the ones you take down," etc. etc. when I'm the one who fuckin' told him that and taught him how to do GLS in the first place! Also, if he had just written a note that said, "do the GLS" or something, I would've checked in the cage to see if there was anything in there needed for GLS, since he wrote it like that, I assumed all the cd's I needed were in section for some reason (once in awhile people just go ahead and shelve GLS or we get a late shipment or something) and didn't even check. So..... yeah, after awhile I realized I was missing an awful lot of crap for what I was doing, went back to the cage, and BAM! two whole boxes of unkeepered boxes of CD's with GLS written boldly on the side. I HATE THE WORLD.

Son of a hooker! I REALLY need to start taking shopping lists with me. I went to Wal Mart today for two things and got neither of them, only a lot of random other stuff.

I should not have to work today! Reason: had pimp skitters on my day off. The WHOLE day.

There should also be a rule that if I ever go home sick because of colitis, that it's excused as long as I can come up with a funny euphemism for diahrea. I HAVE HUNDREDS!

So today sucked. The colitis was like whoa. I'd planned to get out and get some groceries and/or a lamp, but didn't really do that. I did go to lunch with Optpri, though, as she was nearby (oh, who am I kidding, she's always nearby, it is just awesome to have lunch with her). She made me do a spit-take, which is probably the first time ever. It was pretty disgusting, spraying my rootbeer all over, but she said that actually it made her happy because now she can say she's made someone do that.

Other than that I didn't really go out at all. I like that the colitis didn't act up at work, in that I probably would've had to go home or just wasted payroll hours going to the bathroom over and over, and making people cover for me at reg. But... it sucks to use up my day off doing painful toilet time.

So I went into bed bath and beyond looking for a lamp, and ended up with an endtable. I probably could've gotten one cheaper at walmart or something, but I just wanted to buy it and get it up, because I'm tired of putting my fan on a pile of boxes at night, and BBB is right next to where I work. Also, I wish I'd talked to my parents before I went there, as unbeknownst to me, they had a 20% off coupon for BBB. D'oh.

Also, I think it's meant to be that I call the Love Shack the Love Shack, as the reason I started calling it that in the first place is I heard it on the radio not too long after I moved in, and in BBB it started playing again. Fate, man. Fate.

So today sucked so bad. I meant to do some shopping after work (groceries/lamp), but well... that didn't get done. I went out to dinner with my parents and sister instead (they paid) and then suffering from a severe bought of what I like to call "lady troubles" and depression over my car, I just went home.

Oh yeah, that's right, I fucked up my car. There's this kind of parking lot-ish thing behind the love shack that opens out into a narrow alley. For some stupid reason there's a little railing along the one side of the alley. But who knows why? It's not that high, so obviously it doesn't keep anything away from anything or screen anyone's view of anything. Anyway, this all takes a lot of manuvering to get in and out of because of the rail, various trees, and this big-ass van that never seems to not be in the lot. And manuvering is not my strong point.

I managed to run into the railing. Not because I wasn't looking, but because I got so close to it I couldn't figure out how to get back away from it, every attempt I made just made it worse until I ended up popping out my hubcap. Oh, and also, I didn't notice this until my dad pointed it out, but I really fucked up the bottom side of the car as well, which will be a lot harder to repair than some dumb hubcap.

This is why I should not be allowed to drive a car.

Anyway some nice ladies (I think from the house next door) helped me out with it, but I was still late to work and bitter. So anyway, I'm parking on the street now. Stay tuned for the accident I next have attempting to parallel park.

Oh, and of course I called ahead to work to tell them what was going on, and someone told TII what I did, because he comes up with this superior smirk and is like, "how do you get stuck on a rail?"

And I was like, "I KNOW I SUCK AT DRIVING, OKAY?? THE PIECES OF MY HUBCAP I HAVE SITTING IN MY PASSENGER SEAT RIGHT NOW ARE MORE THAN AMPLE AS A REMINDER." And then he tries to backpedal, saying he knows lots of bad drivers, including his ex wife.

Okay...... he tries to make me feel better by comparing me to the woman who has made him hate the world. THANKS. Not what I needed to brighten my day. Especially since he's clearly still fixated on the woman. They've been divorced for years now, but he still constantly finds excuses to bring her up, such as this conversation.

In lighter news: my parents got me drunk and then we went to target to look at George Foreman grills, the day before yesterday. I forgot to blog it, but it's actually kind of amusing.

Mulva: Living alone has made you antisocial.
Me: this is only the second day....
Mulva: It's happening quickly. She's already started calling the appartement the "sniper's nest"
Me: I prefer spiderhole. Though seriously, I'm calling it the love shack.
TII: You shouldn't call it that.
Me: Why?
TII: I don't think your parents will appreciate it.
Me: My parents full well know how little I am loved.

Then Renegade just starts laughing from halfway across the room.

I LOVE CABLE INTERNET.

The only problem, though, is now that I have the new computer set up and the cable interweb set up, I don't want to do anything else. Ever.

Which presents me with some difficulties in setting up the love shack.

Yes, I said it! I called my new appartement the love shack!

I have a feeling, though, that as time wears on and I continue to get no love, the nickname will become increasingly ironic.

Anyway, I'm a lot happier than yesterday. My dad did stay all pissy. And just randomly had a dentist appointment in the middle of the day he didn't tell me about, so they just deposited me at my sister's house for one and a half hours with nothing to do. It's weird, I would've thought my mom would be a jerk about this and my dad cool, but it was kind of opposite. My mom bought me all this stuff, and didn't really help move (bad hip) but wasn't negative..... AND BOUGHT ME ALL THIS STUFF!!!

I have to admit, my dad was right about the couch. Not that it was that heavy, but yes, it was too long to manuever. My new neighbors watched in disbelief as four people frickin' lugged that thing around a curved, steep staircase, only to not be able to get around the corner on the landing into my door. BUT, we did manage it.

I think he meant it as a joke, but one of the neighbors mentioned popping out the ceiling in front of the door. And.... we did. It sucked pretty bad, because a flood of random crap that was up there came down on us, the couch, and the hallway when we did it. And I'm not talking like.... some crap. There is a huge garbage bag at least a fourth full of crap from up there in my trash can right now, which I cleaned up using a broom (not too useful since this was on carpet, but it got some of it) and my vaccuum, which is pretty much a glorified dust buster.

Good times.

But I can say that the shower works fine. AND MY NEW COMPUTER!!!

I LOVE CABLE INTERNET.

The only problem, though, is now that I have the new computer set up and the cable interweb set up, I don't want to do anything else. Ever.

Which presents me with some difficulties in setting up the love shack.

Yes, I said it! I called my new appartement the love shack!

I have a feeling, though, that as time wears on and I continue to get no love, the nickname will become increasingly ironic.

Anyway, I'm a lot happier than yesterday. My dad did stay all pissy. And just randomly had a dentist appointment in the middle of the day he didn't tell me about, so they just deposited me at my sister's house for one and a half hours with nothing to do. It's weird, I would've thought my mom would be a jerk about this and my dad cool, but it was kind of opposite. My mom bought me all this stuff, and didn't really help move (bad hip) but wasn't negative..... AND BOUGHT ME ALL THIS STUFF!!!

I have to admit, my dad was right about the couch. Not that it was that heavy, but yes, it was too long to manuever. My new neighbors watched in disbelief as four people frickin' lugged that thing around a curved, steep staircase, only to not be able to get around the corner on the landing into my door. BUT, we did manage it.

I think he meant it as a joke, but one of the neighbors mentioned popping out the ceiling in front of the door. And.... we did. It sucked pretty bad, because a flood of random crap that was up there came down on us, the couch, and the hallway when we did it. And I'm not talking like.... some crap. There is a huge garbage bag at least a fourth full of crap from up there in my trash can right now, which I cleaned up using a broom (not too useful since this was on carpet, but it got some of it) and my vaccuum, which is pretty much a glorified dust buster.

Good times.

But I can say that the shower works fine. AND MY NEW COMPUTER!!!

So I've pretty much decided that I'm going to have to live in my new appartement forever because I NEVER want to move ever again.

Seriously... it's not even the general crappiness associated with moving, it's the crap I'm going through having to try and coordinate people's various schedules and then finding out it doesn't even matter after all, because apparently my Dad has his own plans he's been making this whole time that do not mesh with mine at all.

And he's being so pissy about the whole thing. If I try to do anything that in any way deviates from the way he'd do it, he gets all hostile and then gets mad at me when I get so irritated about the whole thing I finally yell at him. He's especially being a big old girl about this big couch we have in the basement I want to take. It's kind of long, so it's a fairly big couch and he thinks we'll have trouble lifting it. First off, it is not that big. Why he thinks four people can't handle it, I have no idea. Secondly, if four people can't carry it, why does he think any more can help? You can't really fit any more people than that around the couch, and I'm kind of dubious that you can even fit that many. He thinks that Carmax's truck won't fit it, even though Carmax says she's transported a fairly sizeable sofa in it before, and it's no big deal if a little bit of it hangs off as long as most of it's in there. He doesn't want to work on my timetable at all (i.e. he wants to do it early in the morning when I don't want to get up that early, when my sister won't be available (she's taking the afternoon off work to help), and when I had arranged to move in the first place because I thought I was using Carmax's truck and and when Optpri might be available to help. He got mad at me because I didn't pack most of my stuff until tonight.

Basically, it's one big whiney arguement fest, and I have been in a shitty mood all week. I've decided though, that no matter what, I'm getting moved even if the couch has to wait a little while to join me. I'm already paying rent and utilities, my cable internet gets activated on thursday, and I'm damn well going to be over there. Also, the more I'm over there the less I have to stay here and deal with this "ooooooh nooooooooo what are we going to do about the coooooooooooooouch." crap. Which, by the way, didn't start until lately, when I started making plans based on being able to have a couch, even though he's known for like 5 months I'm going to take that couch, so why didn't he think of his stupid ideas to move it that will delay my moving now but wouldn't have delayed us if he thought of them 5 months ago then.

....end of angry rant. Oh, and also, anyone who says I have bad musical taste can bite me! I'm sick of it! And I'm especially not taking any of that shit from someone who likes Coldplay.

Okay, NOW end of angry rant.

So.... not only am I busy moving, but the interweb is doubly slow lately. I will be very happy to not have this stupid ISP anymore.

I am a little dismayed about the lack of cheap furniture in the world. I guess I need to hoof it to more yard sales, but the Salvation Army sucks, and Goodwill doesn't even carry any furniture. Walmart, too, has let me down. The cheapest table (and I am a little limited in that my kitchen is tiny, which is why I can't use the free one from my sister) is like 90 bucks, and they don't really have any chests of drawers for under 100.

It's not so much that I am too cheap to pay for furniture, it's that I'm too cheap for furniture that I will probably want to get rid of anyway if I ever move into a bigger appartement and actually want things to look nice and/or match.

The store is making me feel less and less happy to work there. Sista sat me down today when I started whining about it and said, "Seriously, you need another job. You have a degree." The store DOES seem to gradually be running itself into the ground. Everything they try to do to deal with things like the interweb stealing our music sales, such as the rewards program, the new coffee shop, and the gifts and stationary section are like an anvil around their neck dragging them down, and it's making all of their employees suffer. Plus... I really do not make enough money. Substantially less than 400 bucks a paycheck is crazy, man. On top of that as well is the fact that everyone I like has quit/is quitting soon (except for Optpri, who strangly seems to actually like retail most of the time) and the new people they hire have been pretty lame.

But no one else would hire me in the first place, so who knows.