eastgate: September 2005 archives


My Friend Kyle's Mom

[ rakaur on Fri Sep 30 at 11:52 PM // category: eastgate, work ]

Yeah, SkankFuck strikes again. I was scheduled for eight hours, as I mentioned in the last post. But, it gets better.

I’m scheduled 3:30-8:30 tonight, in box office, which is great, not hard work. So, I’m there 3:30-5:00, and I go on break until 6:30. When I got back, SkankFuck decided that I’m no longer needed in box, and puts me in concession. This angered me. I told her I was pissed off about it, but whatever. Five minutes later she sends me home. I was like “You give me eight hours, deny me another worker’s shift, and cut my hours tonight? That’s great, thanks, you stupid fucking bitch.” She told me to go get my register from box and to come to the office to count it. I clocked out and left.

I have to find another job. No one calls me back. I hate it. I’m so fucking pissed. If Nikki wouldn’t have come over and talked to me tonight and been there for me I seriously would have had some issues.

I fucking hate SkankFuck. I guess I can take solace in the fact that she’ll never be anything in life other than a skanky, fat ass bitch that never sees her kid and works at a movie theatre.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I hate people.

-- rakaur // 2005.09.30 @ 11:52 PM

Fat Bitch Whore Fuck

[ rakaur on Wed Sep 28 at 02:56 PM // category: eastgate, work ]

I fucking hate her. I mentioned the stupid bitch (“SkankFuck”) a few months ago about being a clean freak and making me do stupid shit. I thought she was okay for a while, but she’s being a huge fucking bitch again.

The Complex Manager is supposed to make schedules. She’s leaving in January, and we figure the senior Shift Manager would get promoted. However, SkankFuck is being trained for it. The Complex Manager taught her to interview and now how to schedule. So, I get fucking eight hours on my schedule. That’s like 52 bucks. Gross. I have a mother losing her job in a few weeks with $750/mo in bills and I make fucking 52 dollars? So I bitch at her, and she hangs up on me.

So today another worker asked me to take her shift, which would have given me three more hours. Wonder of wonders, SkankBitch is the manager today, so she says no, and tells her to give them to another worker, who already has six more hours than me.

This is such fucking bullshit. I have to get another job. I just hope that people aren’t cocksuckers and let their personal feelings fuck people over at every job. I don’t care if the whore hates me, because I’d be happy to watch her burn personally. It’s the fact that she lets it interfere with work. Low life fucking scumbag.

Stupid bitch fuck slutcracker.

-- rakaur // 2005.09.28 @ 02:56 PM

Manuh Manuh

[ rakaur on Mon Sep 12 at 11:48 PM // category: eastgate, life, work ]

So, today’s my birthday. I’m nineteen. Woo.

I got lots of food, an awesome cake, some clothes and some money from my dad. I got a hoodie and… some other things from my girlfriend. I’m getting a CD from Steve. I got some money from my grandparents on my dad’s side. I also bought myself the Endless Blue CD. My mom cleaned my car.

That’s more than I’ve gotten for a solid five years, if not longer. It’s almost exciting. Almost.

What else do I need for this to qualify as a blog post? I hate school. I love my amazing girlfriend. I hate my job.

Ah, yes, my job. I’ve been being led to believe that I was going to be promoted to Shift Manager in January. Apparently, the Complex Manager, Tracy, has decided that I’ll never go anywhere, because I’m occasionally off a few cents in concession. I’m never off in box, and rarely in concession, but still. I guess she fails to realize most of the Shift Managers are always off when they’re in concession, but they fuck with inventory so that it doesn’t count. One of them was off $5 in box (which is an insanely high amount), so what’d she do? She put in $0.50, found a $4.50 ticket on the floor, and refunded it. Me? No, I always get written up. I get written up every time I do any little thing wrong. I’d be perfectly okay with that so long as it applied to everyone, but it doesn’t. There are people that fuck up majorly, like say, breaking the fucking glass. They don’t even get yelled at. I leave a piece of popcorn laying around? Boom, write up.

Guess I’ll have to start looking for a new job. If only I could figure out what the fuck I want to do for real life.

-- rakaur // 2005.09.12 @ 11:48 PM

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